Emma Agreste Novels & Stories

Damien’s POV I should’ve known Vanessa would hand me the client from hell. Maribel D’Argent. Heiress to the D’Argent Conglomerate. A woman who once fired an event planner because the floral arrangements were a shade too cheerful. A woman who sued a hotel because the marble floors “echoed wrong.” A woman whose nut allergy was so severe that even the idea of a pistachio in a two-kilometre radius could apparently kill her.

I'm beginning to get irritated at how comfortable Gabriel is getting with Hannah. As we are about to leave, Hannah walks out with her coat in her hand. Her face is a shade darker than what it was earlier whilst listening to all the compliments. As she notices us all here, she lowers her gaze in utter embarrassment. Another sales assistant follows behind her, who is busy making notes. she suddenly voices out, " Mr Agreste, your girlfriends measurements are quite unique. We will order her size as the one she has just tried on is also too small for her, she is quite a busty woman."

EMILY'S POV As we stepped out of the car, Miguel and Fuergo helped us in with our shopping bags, while one of the maids approached us. "Good afternoon, Signora, Miss Alexa." She gave a courteous bow. "Good afternoon, Maria." Alexa nodded, looking at her expectantly. "Signora has a visitor." She informed, and I looked at Alexa in surprise. "I do?" I asked. "Yes. She said she is your cousin. Her name is Agatha."

Emberly said, making things awkward for Rosalee. "Or have you known each other all this time?" he asked, then provoked Rosalee to look at her, signaling for Emberly to maintain her demeanor. Even though Maverick had emphasized their relationship from the start, Emberly still refused to believe it. Victoria was about to answer, but Maverick interrupted, "We can't not know each other. Victoria is the heiress of the Agriche family. It's impossible for people not to know her. And Miss, I suggest you should not put too much faith in unverified rumors."

Made simpler, she does not want to fall deeply in love. However, that dream never through. When she met him, he tore the corroded walls apart effortlessly and erected a four lettered tower on her world. The foundation was hinged on an unknown silent strength. It was so easy for him to plant a seed in her; a seed of love, but he never cared to nurture it neither was he there when it grew. How hurtful it is. Grace Anslem was the first child out of two. A graduate of psychology from Lagos State University. She is based in Abuja

Valeria said. "A woman," Caselli said. "Sixty-one years old. Born in Palermo. Emigrated to Singapore in 1989. Has been a permanent resident there since. She runs a legitimate private equity operation that has never been investigated by any authority anywhere." A pause. "Her name before she emigrated was Elena Amato." "And now?" Valeria said. "Her name now is Elena Greco," Caselli said. Valeria sat very still. "Greco," she said.

Allegra chuckled and pulled her to her feet. “Come on, take a five minutes break and eat this salad I brought you.” Allegra walked them to the settees and sat them down, she opened the bags and grabbed Elodie’s salad. She handed her a plastic fork and grabbed her plate. She had ordered herself a burger and large chips. Elodie chuckled as her best friend stuffed her face, unlike her, she actually enjoyed greasy food and the comfort it brought her. Allegra was Italian, born and raised in the United Kingdom, although she visited her homeland occasionally to pay homage to her grandparents. Allegra was slightly built, in a masculine fashion, strangers mistook her for a man, a very handsome man. H

He feels the chills running down his spine when he realizes that Emily almost hit a child of the Pistone family. "Well, we should go home and talk about it there. I am sorry about all the drama today. Everybody, and I will also punish Anita. I'm also very sorry my wife has been rude to you, Mrs. Pistone, and almost hit your little girl," Brian says. The children all shake hands as Mia instructs them to. Although, they feel that it is unnecessary and they will never be friends. Emily's face went pale because she realized who she had insulted. The woman standing in front of her is Mia Pistone. She is one of the wealthiest businesswomen in the world and is married to Riccardo Pistone. She canno

“Sorry. My mind is just… elsewhere.” “I get it. The first few days are the hardest. You keep thinking there’s a rescue party coming. You keep waiting for the cavalry.” She sighed, her good eye softening just a fraction. “We should probably exchange names before we die of scurvy. I’ll go first to show some hospitality. My name is Amy. Amy Marino.” The name hit me like a physical shockwave. My head snapped up, my silver eyes locking onto her bloodied face with absolute precision. Amy Marino. The undisputed heiress of the massive Marino Wineries conglomerate back in the United States. A multi-billion-dollar empire built on Napa Valley estates and international distribution.

Or maybe he did? “Yeah!” Emma said, seating Abby down on her chair and dishing Julia’s plate first before Abby’s. “Where is Amelia?” Emma asked Julia. He shrugged his shoulders and continued eating, totally ignoring Elena. She was surprised. How can he act like he didn’t notice her or something? That was so rude of him, Instead he focused his attention on the food he was consuming. Later Amelia showed up wearing a really casual but expensive off- shoulder knee length yellow floral dress. She looked so beautiful in it. She came in and helped herself with the food but before she could spoon a morsel in her mouth she asked,