Diego De Vil Novels & Stories

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"

Diego's smile faltered slightly under the intense gaze, while Javier watched, hoping this personal introduction would finally break the ice. Javier sighed deeply, trying to convey a sense of urgency and sincerity. "Mr. Lowes, there's something you might not know. Until recently, Diego was a highly valued senior engineer with the government. He was in charge of a major project, but he was framed and unjustly fired. The person responsible is an uneducated woman who has become a disaster for the project."

*THE FAMOUS DIEGO GONZALEZ, KNOWN AS THE BILLIONAIRE DEVIL, WAS CONFIRMED DEAD IN A TERRORIST ATTACK IN MOSCOW. She slowly stood up with wide eyes. For the first time in weeks, she spoke. "Diego is dead?" she muttered, not knowing what to feel. She suddenly heard footsteps approaching. She quickly hopped back on the bed and pretended to still be traumatized. Vincent, her husband, walked in drunk, and she was surprised to see tears in his eyes. Isn't he supposed to be rejoicing? Definitely, something went wrong. Vincent sat beside his wife, his lazy gaze moving up to her as he smiled.