Diego De Vil Novels & Stories

CONSTANTINE'S POV When I received the news of Eulalia's father's death, I was heartbroken. I couldn't believe a man with so much life had gone to the great beyond. He looked very healthy when I saw him last. Before I went to Italy I had visited him to ask for his blessings to marry his daughter. He gave me a stern warning

Diego found it just as amusing, clearly accepting of his not so subtle advances. “Fine.” I waved a hand in his direction and Diego all but skipped to his desk. “So what information do you need?” He beamed up at me. The excitement that bubbled in his words was too difficult to ignore. I pushed the disgust to the back of my mind and plastered the kindest smile I’ve ever had to fake. Handing over the last image Luis had of Vittoria Verdi, I answered his question as bluntly as ever. “Vittoria Verdi. Where is she?”

His eyes briefly strayed to the shadowy figures on the outskirts, a faint tenseness in his jaw belying his apparent calm. With a hint of real exhaustion in the back of his voice, Diego whispered, "It's not as simple as you think, Violetta," his voice falling to a low, almost reluctant whisper. "Do you really think I like this? The violence? The trickery? This… betrayal?" His eyes briefly appeared to contain a glimmer of the mischief she had once found so alluring, now tarnished by a deep sorrow. Diego went on, his voice hardly audible, "I am not my own master, Violetta," a profound admission that startled Violet with its sudden vulnerability.

His words were a warning. I consider the information I was able to find out on Celia so far. It isn’t nearly enough. The best person, the man I would have already rung is Diego Valdez. Except Valdez might balk—the man had scruples. He did not flinch from invading the very minutia of a man or woman’s life if the person was a villain in Valdez’s eyes. However, when it came to innocents Valdez would refuse to do the job, or in some cases refuse to deliver everything he found.

In a wheelchair. Though they both looked different, they just shared the same dark grey eyes, their faces screamed of the same exhaustion. Tired eyes, wrinkled shirts, and messy hair... It looked like none of them rested for a bit last night. "Apologies, Mr. Alejandro Rowland. She is exhausted," Valentina whispered. Mr. Alejandro Rowalnd... Diego's grandfather? "I understand," He hummed. Diego took long strides towards me. My heart picked up its pace with his steps inching towards me and my breath became heavy.

People had used his blood against him. "Get out of my way, Joaquín," Diego said in a low, angry voice. But Joaquín didn't move. "Not Diego." This costs money. "All of your hard work is going to waste." Diego knew everything about the conspiracy as the last wave of battle rushed toward them. Carlos Varela had not only been in charge of the pack, but he had also been using Lucia, Valentina, and now Joaquín to do so.

I nodded, pushing closer to her, my arms thrown across her neck, engulfing her into a hug. “I am Diego Vladimir, and you are Isabella... Vladimir... my fiancée.”

I let out a huff, “why go to these lengths Cami? Why have Maxwell raped?” Cami’s eyes were blazing with cold fire, “I didn’t do anything, Devin.” “I knew you’re gonna say that,” I nodded to Insp Santos and she prompted one of the lady officers who's standing close to the door, watching us silently, to come near me. “Diego Sanchez,” I felt Cami stiffened in front of us as I continued, “I think that’s the name of the prisoner who raped Maxwell,” I mumbled to Insp. Santos. “That can be arranged,” the inspector replied to me.

I went towards him as I didn't know the passcode to enter his house. "Come on, you can give back control to Diego now. I don't think there is any danger around us," I said to him, but when he did nothing to give control back, I couldn't help but realize that something was wrong. Then, I remembered what Diego said to me at the hilltop. "Wait, Diego told me that his beast would sleep for a day or two because of the vampire venom. But you're standing in front of me. Does it mean that Diego can't come back now because of that venom?" I asked him, and I cursed under my breath as soon as he nodded.

Diego was a work of art and he was looking at her like she was water and he was a very thirsty man. “Estella,” he said in a low voice before he pushed his thick cock into her. She cried out at the pain of intrusion, but he was too far gone with both pleasure and intoxication to notice her initial discomfort. “It hurts,” she whispered. “I’ll make it better.” He began to rock his hips slowly into her, till she was writhing in pleasure again. The sensation of being full drove her so insane that she refused to think about the fact that she had just been disvirgined by her boss.