Novel & Cerita Guilty Gucci Book

Then I headed to the small desk near the window, my pulse thundering in my ears as I placed the heavy book down and slipped my hand under my top to bring out the diary. I opened it again, to make sure I had seen correctly and it was really my father's name scrawled inside. Francesco Russo. Seeing his name made my throat tighten with guilt, it reminded me of my purpose. For some time I had been so enamoured by Ricardo and the fact that so many horrible things kept happening that it had stopped me from remembering my purpose. Seeing this book meant one of two things, one, Ricardo or Mr Palazzo may have taken it, maybe after killing him off. Two, He was really a Mafia and he was close enough to

"But... but if you hadn't dragged Matthew to that crowded carnival that night... if you'd just watched him more carefully, the way a good older brother should... none of this would've happened. At the end of the day, Eli, it all still comes back to you." I laughed bitterly. See? He would never admit he was wrong. He would always find a way—some grand, self-righteous excuse—to justify his own cruelty and stupidity. And just like that, the faint, fleeting guilt he'd felt was smoothed over by his own twisted logic. Erased. Forgiven—by himself, for himself.

I watched the rain trails winding down the darkened window, when suddenly I caught a dissonant note—a lingering trace of absinthe and bergamot upon the silk scarf at my neck. This was not my scent. I wore no perfume. Julian had once said, his lips against my pulse, "I want only your skin's natural scent, like porcelain after rain." This fragrance belonged exclusively to Gia. Last week I had seen that square crystal bottle of Guilty Absinthe on her vanity. She smiled and said, "Celeste, this is called Peccato. Julian said it suits my complexion." Suddenly, a dull pain spread across my heart, as if someone were slowly excising me with a blunt knife.

He asked, yawning as he closed his and slipped the cap onto the open pen, he leaned back into the chair as I set my phone onto the table. "It was good... a bit boring", I said, trying to cover the real truth. I had never called a book boring in my lifetime, but with him in front of me, everything else became boring to look at or even do. "How was your book?" I asked, and he began telling me how the book was, and I listened intently hoping he kept analyzing his book. He proved my theory right, everyone in The Great Gatsby was somewhat mentally ill, they were no good guys or girls, just people getting by.

I also reassured that she could go home should I stay late. ————— I don't know how many had passed when I realised that the sun had set and starts were covering the night sky. Papers spread across the desk you could barely see the glass under them. Even in such mess I knew exactly where everything was. Gucci's policies documents, PR techniques documents, advertising campaigns and their matching charges. Everything.

With a deep breath, I forced a smile, “Guilty Passion.” “What?” “You wouldn’t understand.” I mumbled, lowering my head. “Exactly. When you can’t then how can I? Let me ask you: Do you love my Brother or not?” With a gulp and lowered gaze, I replied, “No. It’s not love.” I looked up at her with a feeble smile, “It’s a guilty passion. Something we don’t want but couldn’t resist.” “Stop talking shit.” She scoffed and stood up. “You didn’t listen to me. Consummate your bond. Freaking Pregnant, want to keep the child. Changing Brother and inviting a calamity. Welldone, Avery! Well done!”

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I closed my book and leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. “What is wrong with me…” I whispered. Because this wasn’t just attraction. It was worse. It was a curiosity. It was tense. It was something pulling me toward a man I had no right to even look at. And the most dangerous part? I had a feeling… He knew exactly what he was doing.

Elowen said and Guilia shrugged. ** As the bold inscription of Gourmet Galore came into view, Guilia’s body tingled, knowing what she was about to do. Deep down, she prayed it would go very well. Blackmailing wasn’t her thing, and she wished they could be more, but a girl gotta play.

To be kind of honest, the man I saw was not the man that I had imagined him to be. The man also had a really shady face. It just looks like shadiness runs in the blood of all these people here. He was wearing a dirty white Gucci cloth with a trouser that had the inscription ‘watch your mouth’ with a little angry emoji. At first I thought that it was funny because that’s one of his rules but then I realized it was just another way for him to tell me that I have a big mouth, I could actually bet that he wore that trouser today because of me.