Novel & Cerita Diana Vitale Reviews

Simple. The door opened. And Catarina Vitale walked in like she owned the place. Christ. The pictures didn't do her justice, which was annoying because I'd been counting on her being less impressive in person. She was wearing a black dress that hugged every curve—and there were a lot of curves. The kind of body that would make a priest reconsider his vows. Dark hair fell in waves past her shoulders, and those eyes—deep brown, almost black—swept the room before landing on me.

But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare. “I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.” Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose. “Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.” I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.

If the handsome man was giving a code that Diana was the only woman he loved. Secretary Diana is giving a code that she feels fine witnessing the intimacy of the husband and wife. *** At another place. Viona is being dressed by a make-up artist. However, the make-up artist was annoyed by Viona's behavior, who always grabbed make-up tools from his hands. "Beautiful miss, please stop and let me do my job first, alright?" "Sorry, pretty uncle, Vio won't look good when Bio gets dressed up by other people. Later Vio's beautiful face will become ugly again."

“A salad for you. Just because you are a tourist doesn’t mean you have to eat everything you see.” Allan fisted his hand over the table. This woman was getting on his last nerve! Riana shrugged. “Well that must mean I’m getting better. And either way, I don’t care much about weight. I have more important things in life to think about.” “Well said,” Dante commented laughingly. “I’d take voluptuous over vain any day. Natural curves are belissimo.” Antonia’s gaze flew to Dante, her eye blazing with contempt, but Dante just stared at her with a smile.

I retorted. “I don’t care if it was during an apocalypse. You? Pressed up against the glass like a damn romance novel cover? This is gold.” I laughed so hard I nearly spilled my drink. Diana leaned over, eyes glinting with glee. “Was it good?” My smile softened into something private. “It was better than good.” “Oh, she’s hooked,” Diana sing-songed. “Lillian has officially joined the Society of Girls Who Said It Was Just a Crush but Ended Up Naked in a Conference Room.”

“This is the best thing I’ve seen all week.” “Shut up, Vincent,” I groaned from the ground. “No, no, keep going. I want to see how many more times she puts you down.” Diana arrived a few minutes later, and I watched her press her lips together, clearly trying very hard not to laugh, before completely failing and laughing anyway. “You look wonderful,” she said sweetly. “Very dignified.” “I hate both of you,” I muttered, dragging myself back to my feet. “Aim for her face,” Vincent suggested unhelpfully from outside the ring.

Vale said, unfazed, “ yet she was adamant on the crew moving her seat. As little as the clash was, it managed to catch my attention. My line of profession doesn't allow me to overlook it. I’m not a gold digger, sir. I am, in fact, one of the best consultants in Italy. I couldn’t help but notice you stealing at a woman who is also pretending not to notice you, which means she must be someone you love dearly. The fact that she only looks your way when you aren't watching tells me the feeling is reciprocal. Keep the card. You’ll need it.” She tossed her hair and leaned back into her seat. Dante was stunned into silence. It was clear he was gathering thoughts from the look on his face. “There’s

Fear has never been enough to stop me. “Mateo has done nothing wrong.” My voice sounds steadier than I feel. “Even Velina told me her food improved since she starts using fresh ingredients, and—” “Velina’s food has always been good,” he cuts in. “She’s an excellent chef.” “I agree,” I say, tilting my head. “But even Diana mentioned that this place reminds her of her father's farm in Sicily. Oh, and Mateo planted the mint for your favorite tea.”

said Valentino. "Uh. You're very sweet. If only you were as handsome as Mr. Agusta. Surely a lot of girls here would like you. By the way, if you don't see it, it's actually not too bad," said Levi. Diana immediately got up from her chair and then touched the chin of a surprised Valentino. "You just have a big mole that needs to be operated on and then you can throw away your glasses and replace it with contact lenses. How can you change your hair style and your clothes?" Diana muttered while observing Valentino's face.

“I’m treating you like you’re worth something.” Her breath hitched. She stepped back, hitting the window. “Don’t. I’m not falling for your saviour act.” “No act.” His gaze pinned her. “Dante saw a decoration. I see a woman.” She snorted, dodging his intensity. “You see a trophy. Same difference.” He tilted his head, studying her. “Keep telling yourself that.” A knock interrupted. A man in a black suit leaned in, voice low. “Sir, Vitale’s asking questions. Says you stole his wife.”