Novel & Cerita Diana Vitale Reviews

It was the utmost picture of romantic. “Buona sera,” a young woman in a flattering v-cut red dress greeted us with a flawless and authentic Italian accent. I was instantly jealous because Italian was a language I always wanted to learn, but never picked it up enough. “Welcome to Valentino’s. What is the name on the reservation?” “Diana Bellerose. We need you to add three more seats to the table, please,” she informed the woman. Diana held herself in such a way that made it seem like what she said was final. She certainly held an air of authority to her. I was surprised that she was not destined for leading a pack. She would make a great leader.

Most of the frat houses were on the same stretch of road only a few blocks from the dorms, walking distance was always a plus, the last thing a bunch of college students needed were duis or worse. Violet had gone with fitted,flare jeans, a black crop top, she was a firm believer in showing off if you had it because one day you would no longer, and paired it with a new pair of black wedge heels she'd been waiting to take out for a night on the town. Normally she would have just paired the ensemble with her favorite pair of converse but tonight was a special occasion after all, it called for her special date shoes that had never seen a date since they walked out of the shoe store almost a yea

On the table. “Why don’t you come with me and I will provide you with a better job. You can work in my company as a receptionist.” Damien brings the cup near his lips and takes sips. “Thank you but I have no plans for the future.” She dismissed his proposal with a gentle smile not liking the fact that the man was deliberately hitting on her with needless talk but she cannot turn out rude for it after all he’s Adan’s guest. Damien continued admiring her face when Aunt Mary, Camila and Jane enters the dining hall. Relief loosens her thigh body when Micaela spotted them.

“Oh my don’t say that, rumors are spreading like wildfire, dear cousin. It’s said you are losing your wits. Only ten princes selected? The oligarchy is appalled! And rejecting the illustrious Prince Harrison of Loria in favor of those Ashborne twins? Truly scandalous.” I rolled my eyes, turning away to drop the bow and toss away the cloak. “The oligarchy’s opinions are hardly my concern.” “Daciana” Avery called out holding my hand in hers forcing me to stare into her deep blue eyes. “The oligarchy are plotting to take away your throne, sister your life is in danger if you choose the wrong man at the end of the selection they will take your crown slander your name and you will be banished fro

They asked, “You sure you don’t want to join in, huh? The stakes are really high this time.” “I’ll just watch,” Dante said casually. A woman wearing a short bodycon dress chuckled. She gently massaged Dante’s shoulders and then said in a coquettish tone, “Mr. Vittorio is already rich. Even if he wins, that gamble you guys think is so big won’t mean anything to him. Right, honey?” Dante pushed her hand away and rubbed his shoulder with a flat expression. “You’d better back off. Your perfume is making me dizzy.”

In the study, the men stood tense—Carlo, his trusted consigliere; Matteo, the silent enforcer; and two others who knew how to erase problems without leaving footprints. Dante tossed the photographs onto the table. “Lorenzo Vitale.” He spat the name like venom. “He’s moving faster than I expected.” Carlo frowned, picking up one of the images. “This is bold, even for him. To strike at her instead of you.” “Exactly,” Dante said, pacing. “He’s too much of a coward to face me directly. He wants to rattle me. He thinks if he can drag Amara through the dirt, I’ll lose control.”

My stomach tightened as a chill ran down my spine. Enzo moved to his seat at the head of the table. I sat next to him, trying to keep my composure while Mateo took the third seat beside me. The meeting began. Enzo’s deep voice filled the room, calm and commanding. “Good morning,” he greeted. “Let’s begin.” He started talking about Vitale.Co’s latest release, their new line of diamond accessories. “It hit the market yesterday,” he said, his gaze scanning the room. “And it’s already leading in sales across Europe and Asia.”

he demanded. I met his gaze, my chest tightening until it hurt. I realized I would have to come out and say it sooner or later. He was a Vitale; he would find out eventually. But looking at the way he’d acted—how he’d actually listened to my panicked screams on the road and brought me here instead of to Raymond, and how he'd probably been the one to fill in the documents while I was getting treated—maybe… just maybe he’d be willing to help me. If not for me, then for Valeria. Damon Enzo Vitale had no known weaknesses. He was ruthless, stone-hearted most of the time. But I remembered a version of him from years ago—a version that was soft-hearted toward children. It was a secret he guarded fi

The cage is open—but what waits on the other side may be darker. Damian—Alessandro’s assistant — slid the document into a leather folder with a neat precision that made my skin prickle. His smile wasn’t unkind, but it was practiced, a mask polished for business. Welcome to the Vitale family, he had said, and the words rang in my ears like a verdict.

She looked so beautiful standing there, anger emitting from her presence. "Abdul-Dayyan is simply spectacular." Susan, another of the scientists praised. She let out a humorless laugh, "of course he is, one man is better than six great scientists put together." "Ma'am you have a call." Khairatu said apprehensive to hand over the phone. "I'm busy!" She snapped. "It's... It's Sir Abdul-Dayyan." She said with a little bit of stutter. Muna bawled her fit tightly and her face contorted angrily, she grabbed the phone and placed the phone to her ear after letting a finger slide to the 'answer' option.