Diana Vitale Reviews Novels & Stories

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.”

The moment she met my gaze, however, she instantly resumed her usual haughty demeanor. "You used to handle the arrangements for Mr. Vitale's visits, didn't you? He's our most important client, and he's due for the routine meeting in a few days. Tell me what he likes." Alessandro Vitale? I laughed inwardly. "Mr. Vitale is important, sì. He's a wine expert, and his favorite is 1985 Romanée-Conti. He doesn't leave without polishing off half a bottle." Elena's eyes lit up, and she immediately pulled up an online wine store. The moment she saw the price tag, the color drained from her face.

Then she felt a warmth around her waist, bringing her back to reality. John reached out, pulling her into his embrace. "What are you thinking about?" "Nothing..." Diana murmured, "This Voodoo Lwa seems rather pitiful, being auctioned off like an animal." "Pitiful, huh..." John's magnetic voice echoed slowly, "Things aren't always as they seem. The more seemingly vulnerable, the more dangerous they can be." Diana chuckled. "So you mean, the more beautiful a woman, the more dangerous?" "Beautiful?" John's deep gaze lingered on her, "Not a fraction as beautiful as you."

Violet sighed as she sat plainly before her mirror, watching as she was being transformed into a beautiful damsel. She was radiant, beauty radiated from her body. Her sweet fragrance filled the room as they applied more of the perfume and makeup on her. “Peach, I love that fragrance.” Her mom said ecstatically as she made her way into the dressing room. Violet’s eyes didn’t trail off the mirror and even when her mom came closer, she didn’t care to look at her mom that had walked inside her room, she was very much displeased. Her mom sighed because she knew why Violet’s face was like that.

Kara walked into their room with her mind spinning. Vitale was a huge name, so it wasn’t surprising that Ann knew about them… but Ann was American. That thought made Kara even more confused. She sat down on the bed, pulled out her phone, and typed Salvatore Vitale into the search bar. The results showed a man praised for kindness, charity work, and community support. There were articles about how respected he was, and how his company was preparing to run for office. She scrolled through everything, trying to understand until the door suddenly opened.

Dante's POV Gianna walked out of my office, completely unaware she was a pawn in a long game of revenge. I rose from my seat and let my eyes scan the pictures, files, maps, lists, everything I had scattered across my desk. One picture set my blood boiling, and my gaze fixed on it. Augusto Vitale. I snatched it up, jaw tightening, and grabbed the red marker that always sat on my desk. With one violent stroke, I carved a thick X across his smug face.

“And try not to come in front of the entire city.” Now, every few minutes, his thumb brushed the small remote hidden in his pocket, sending teasing pulses through her body. The vibrations hummed against her G-spot and clit, making her thighs tremble and her nipples tighten visibly against the thin fabric of her gown. Reporters shouted questions as they posed for photos: “Mr. Vale! Who is the beautiful woman on your arm tonight?” “Is this the mystery woman from the recent scandal?” Damian kept his expression cool and commanding, his hand resting possessively on the small of her bare back. “This is Elena, my partner,” he answered smoothly, but his thumb pressed the remote again, increasing the

she shook her head unbelievably at him, “I can see, it only prove one thing, no matter how high and mighty a man would act, he would always turn into a lose dog when he sees a woman. You couldn’t wait right? You couldn’t wait to satisfy your body urge with me right? That was why you took the very opportunity you got. Guess the almighty El Diablo is also a stray rat looking for any hole to enter.” “That’s enough,” Lucian warned, the last thing he wants was to stand there and listen to her insult his manly pride. “Or what? What? You can’t take it? You can’t stand having the truth thrown at your face, is that it?” “Ava, I am warning you, stop testing my patience.”