Marco Angelina Ballerina Novels & Stories

Melina contended They are very strict with all these rules, they are very principled, Melina’s effort to join them was in otiose. Owino scrutinized Angela’s face, she looked familiar, though he met maria for just few days and she disappeared, her face was still clear on his mind, she was the love of his life. Angela had changed her looks, she wore baggy clothes, she was very plain, she did not care about her looks, she devoted herself to her child.

~Unknown Pov~ My beautiful Angel, Reina. She doesn’t know it yet, but she was always meant to be mine. Marco stole her—like he stole everything else—but that will end soon. In just three days, I will take her back, and she’ll finally see the truth: Marco doesn’t deserve her. He never did.

His mistress, or should she saw Fiancée, Angelina Fernandez.

I ordered sharply. "Who was the woman?" Creed asked, his brow furrowed. "Angelina's mother." Creed's mouth formed a silent 'O' of understanding before he quickly followed Gabriel out of the room to run the plates. Exactly thirty minutes later, they walked back in, looking completely relaxed. "Angelina and her mother are currently staying at an apartment belonging to Mrs. Anthony. She's an old friend of Lucia's. Apparently, Lucia and her youngest daughter flew into Rome this weekend for a sudden holiday," Gabriel reported smoothly.

The crowd applauded more and she had already bega to feel all sweaty and stiff from the attention she was getting. “When I saw this master piece...” Felcio Mangano spoke to her- he actually spoke to HER. “...I knew that it was a true work of art, done by a professional designer, the kind of designers we need in this model time, the kind of designers that makes fresh new designs out of their imaginations and I, Felico Mangano recommend you” The hall applauded more and Amelia for the first time in her life, felt genuinely appreciated. **** XAVIER “She’s a fashion goddess, the whole place was in an uproar, she was recommended by Felcio Mangano- Fucking FELCIO MANGANO”

They all screamed in unison before Jeffery ran to the room leaving a fuming Lucas and a shocked Parker behind. ---- Tabby

"That means you show up, smile, and don't embarrass us." So here I was, trapped in a black dress I didn't choose, in a Venetian palazzo filled with people who'd sell their souls for the right price. Crystal chandeliers dripped light across marble floors. Champagne flowed. Conversations hummed with the kind of secrets that got people killed. I stayed near the edges, counting the minutes until I could leave. That's when I saw him.

I had decided to take Sheila to a mini bar on her demand, a local one where I won't be recognized. The dimly lit bar exuded an intimate atmosphere, the soft melodies of a piano intertwining with the murmurs of conversation. Through the crowd, I caught sight of a familiar figure, the unmistakable Lotus, dancing drunkenly in the midst of it all. Even with the mask obscuring her face, I could recognize her features, and her body was fitted into a tight bodycon dress that hugged her curves. Anger flooded me as the men around her ogled as she moved her body. What was she doing here?

But how do you control something that is basically your whole life? What if ballet was not your whole life? I shake my head as if I am shaking the thought away. But it is not the first time that I am getting such thoughts. The first time I had a similar thought was when I sprained my ankle during practise and was taken to the sick bay. The nurse regarded with pursed lips while she was attending to me. When she turned to get some bandages from the cabinet, she whispered under her breath ‘all this hassle for something that is not worthwhile.’ Her words made me flinch but they also made me think. A ballerina’s career is something very fragile; make one mistake and you are out!

The words were direct, not raised but they carried weight. Sebastian didn’t argue. Didn’t react. But his silence wasn’t submission. It was control. Marco spoke again. “We need someone who can make decisions without hesitation.” Their father nodded slightly. “I’ll consider it.” That was all he said. But it was enough to shift something in the room. Elsewhere in the estate Angel stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her hair. She had chosen her outfit carefully. Not too much. Not too simple. Just enough to be noticed.