La Dama Tapada Novels & Stories

Louis picks her up and talks face to face with Damia. "Aah! Emm!" Damia's hand waving in front of Louis's face. Her eyes sparkly looking at his beard. Understand what Damia wants, "Call me Da Da first, then I let you play with it." He said with seriousness. "Eeehh! Ahhm! Brr!" Damia feels irritated, she blows a bubble, spitting her saliva into Louis's face. Feeling wet on his face, he gives up. Then lay down on the mat and put the baby on his chest and let the baby play with his beard. "As you wish my lady..."

Behind it lay an old servant’s passage—long forgotten by most, but she had discovered it as a child. There, in the shadows, she pressed the note into the palm of a trembling maid she trusted. “To the chapel in Chiaia,” she whispered. “Find a man in black. Say it’s from the donna della rosa. Do not fail me.” The maid nodded, fear widening her eyes, and vanished down the hidden stair. Adriana sagged against the wall, her pulse hammering. For the first time, she had chosen. The first chain had cracked. --- Hours later, in a crumbling chapel across Naples, Damian unfolded the note by candlelight. His men lingered near the entrance, their murmured prayers mingling with the smell of old incense.

Bastard. “Six thousand, nine hundred and sixty-nine.” She watched as his lips pulled downward and then he looked at her with curiosity. “He really liked eating pussy, Mr. Matrone. Even this situation right now,” she waved to her short clad lower half, “wouldn’t have stopped him. He was a different individual.” Delfina took pride in the fact she made the great Furio Matrone look like he was ready to toss his cookies. Score one for Delfina. She mentally patted her shoulder. He quickly regrouped. “Well, in the safe there is some information I need. I appreciate the code. I am quite disappointed you removed the heir to the family.” He looked her over as he considered the fact, she mentioned she

“I’m sorry, Sir… we didn’t know—” Damian let out an angry breath. He immediately ran upstairs without waiting for an answer. The upstairs corridor was silent. Damian rushed to the master bedroom, the door half-open. He entered, hearing the sound of dripping water from the bathroom. With his heart pounding, he pushed the bathroom door. The sight made him almost lose his breath. Tamara was lying on the cold marble floor, her body wet, blood flowing from her temple down her face, and even from her legs because she was pregnant. Her eyes were closed, her body limp and motionless.

Both of us were soaked. Seeing that I had also been splashed, the villager hurried forward, intending to apologize. However, the moment he looked at me, he fell silent as he stared in shock. I paused for a moment before realizing something was wrong. My heart sank. Sure enough, Aldric’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rosalind and me. “The Princess’s mark on her forehead washed away with the water, but Lady Leanora’s makeup faded… and revealed a real birthmark! Lady Leanora… She is the true Chosen One!”