Bella Rossi Novels & Stories

Bella touched Rania's chin to make her look at her. "Answer my question Rania, you are pregnant with Aditya's child, right?" Bella asked again, this time Rania nodded weakly.Bella closed her eyes for a moment, then she got up from her seat. Rania looked at Bella confused, "Is Miss Bella angry? Ma'am, I promise I won't say anything to Mr Aditya, I promise I will go as far as possible from your mother's life and also Mr Aditya's," said Rania.

Rosella “You both know each other?” Elisa had her confused expression on whilst she looked in between us. “Uh.. kinda yes.” Adam said hesitantly. A smile forming on his face as he came forward to greet me but I stopped him midway. “Do I know you?” I blankly said as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Rose did you forget me?” He tilted his head. “Rose who? I’m Bella.” A flash of hurt passed through his face. Diverting my eyes, I looked infront of the wall that had a huge portrait of an old women. “Bella? You cant fool me, I know you’re Rose.” He took a step forward.

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Stared up at the remnants of the grand red curtain, now torn and hanging like skin from a battlefield. The silence was thick. Smelled like cigar smoke, mildew, and anticipation. She turned. “My name is Aria Benedetti Valente De Rossi Moretti,” she said. “You’ve feared my name. You’ve tried to own it. Silence it. Trade it. Bury it.” She scanned the room, letting her gaze touch each man like a threat wrapped in silk. “But you never understood it. You still don’t. You think this meeting is about unity. Or revenge. Or succession.”

he said smoothly, I couldn't help but notice a lecherous undertone. I shook his hand and he immediately brought it to his lips, I quickly pulled my hand after he kissed it, my skin crawling. “We are to leave today Antonio, so let's be quick.” Mr Palazzo said, sounding irritable. “Okay, okay. But before we start.” Antonio replied. “May I know your name, Bella?” “Vittoria Balotelli,” Mr Palazzo answered immediately. “She's the Don's assistant, I would advise that you keep away”

My erect nipples peeking through the light fabric of my bikini top, and my body covered in the lingering scents of my arousal from my climax. "Hello, I am Rose." I said, my gaze instantly dropping to her breast, watching as her bikini top struggled to hold her generous double D breasts. Fuck. I couldn't wait to take them into my mouth. Her gaze shot up, and she offered a beautiful smile. "Oh, hi. I'm Bella. Nice to meet you. "I have been seeing you around for a couple of days now and have always wanted to get to know you." I said, as I stared at her boobies.

The younger lady asks. I clear my throat and pull a strand of hair behind my ear. “Sorry, I-” I notice the old lady staring at me slightly. “Do you go by the name Denise?” I mutter the courage to ask. She narrows her eyes at me. “Yes?” “Right, I'm Arabella Rossi. Does that name have any significance to you?” I question. Her face goes pale almost as if she's seen a ghost much like her daughter beside her. “Rossi? As in, Giovanni Rossi?” The girl whispers.

Rossa stood up. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the dress on her daughter’s body. The simple white fabric fell softly. And somehow… it still looked beautiful. Very beautiful. “You are very beautiful…” Rossa whispered. Her smile was sincere. But her tears— kept falling. Unable to stop. “I will do your makeup… so you will look even more beautiful and fresh.” Rossa tried to smile again. She took her small box. The only makeup she had. “But… I only have this powder… and this lipstick…”

The string quartet played softly, champagne glasses clinked, and connversation buzzed in measured tones. I should’ve been irritated by the charade. But instead, I found myself watching her. Bella moved through the room with effortless composure, accepting congratulations with a polite smile. Her laughter was light when necessary, her posture impeccable, her presence… magnetic. She wasn’t overwhelmed. She wasn’t even timid. She was holding her own, and everyone noticed including me.