Diana Vitale Reviews Novels & Stories

I got a praise from Dante. Elena’s voice cut through the air. “She disobeyed me,” she said quickly. “She wasn’t supposed to say anything.” Dante’s eyes shifted to her. “And yet, she succeeded where you failed.” Elena froze. “I didn’t fail—” “You insulted the investors,” he said bluntly. “Do you know how they described you to me?” Her lips parted. “What?” “They said you were rude. Careless. That you spoke without respect.” He paused, his tone lowering. “They said Valeria carried herself with discipline. They said if not for her, they would have walked away.”

Vitale continued, his voice sounding mysterious, " I was observing you too close and found out that you are worthy to get a chance now. That's why, I invited you, dear." His words didn't make me convinced. Mr.Vitale wouldn't ever give me a chance unless he had a motive. I didn't do anything remarkable this year. Instead, I lost millions for my foolish move. I crossed my arms together, asking him back with a frown, " Which deal are you talking about then?" Mr.Vitale leant on the table, speaking with a smirk,

As the two reunite, outside the door, Diana stood up as she secretly glared at Raine and clenched her fist. Meanwhile, from afar, Valentina noticed how Diana hold herself. Valentina let out a scoff, “Pathetic.” ~ KL •Season One• R18GB

Damian stood alone in the half-dark, breathing slowly, deeply, the cold burning in his lungs. Finally— softly, dangerously, like a vow carved into stone— “They think famine will break me.” A beat. “Then they don’t know what a Vitale becomes when he’s already lost everything.” He picked up the last scroll. Read it. And smiled. Not a sane smile. Not a kind one. A smile that promised a war the south could not imagine surviving.

Ryan replied Valentina raced downstairs to ask if her baby was with her. She got downstairs and saw Madison giggling with Miles at the sitting room Valentina walked up to her with a sour face. "Mum, is Dylan here with you?" She asked inquisitively "Of course not, thought you took him upstairs to put him to sleep?" "Oh no... Oh no." Valentina cried out and broke the glass in the sitting room as she fainted "Oh what's happening? Son tell me." Madison stood up waiting for an explanation

she looked pointedly at me, "We need to address the issue of having someone so...weak around." My heart sank as all eyes turned towards me. I knew I was in trouble, but I had no idea what Lucia meant by her statement. My eyes flicked towards Elena, who looked back at me with a mix of concern and warning. "What do you mean, Lucia?" Mr. Rossi asked, his deep voice betraying a hint of suspicion. "Well, it's not just the fact that she's weak, it's that she's caught the eye of Vincent Moriano," Lucia said calmly, taking a sip of her wine.

So I searched for courage and forced myself to ask the question. “Why did you look… hostile toward Mr. Vitale earlier?” I asked softly. I caught the way his jaw clenched. “He’s not someone you should be comfortable around,” he replied after a pause. I was stunned. “What do you mean?” “Antonio Vitale is dangerous,” he said plainly. “He’s very cunning. A man who never does anything without a reason. I don’t want him anywhere near you.” My chest tightened painfully. If only he knew…

She let out a theatrical sob. Diana had spent six years in Italy supposedly studying culinary arts, though Victoria suspected she'd spent more time sampling Italian men than Italian cuisine. Yet their parents looked at her with stars in their eyes, as if she'd discovered the cure for world hunger rather than learned to fold ravioli. "Are you?" Helen's voice was warm molasses as she patted her daughter's head like she was still five years old. She turned to the waiting staff. "Please clear the table. Come, Diana, let me show you the new spa room."

I pull the safe open. It’s mostly empty. No money. No jewels. Just a small, black notebook with a leather cover. It looks worn. Loved. I take it out. The leather is soft against my calloused palms. I open it to the first page. The handwriting is elegant. Looping. Familiar. I have seen this handwriting on birthday cards. On sick notes for school. I am Maria Vitale. My breath hitches. I read the next line. I am choosing love over blood. I am leaving this house, and I am taking my future with me.

"Lead negotiator for the Vitale Family." Mia studied the photograph. The woman was undeniably beautiful. Dark hair. Confident smile. Expensive taste. Perfect posture. The sort of woman magazines probably wrote articles about. Mia handed the picture back immediately. Unbothered. Completely unbothered. Absolutely unbothered. Luca watched her. Then watched Mark. Then watched her again. "Interesting." Mia frowned. "What?" "Nothing." His grin widened. "Absolutely nothing." Three hours later, Valentina arrived.