Michele Marrone Novels & Stories

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at

'' Marco says, pointing to the chairs in front of him, as soon as he approaches. ''Sure, make yourself at home,'' I answer, embarrassed ''Thank you, this is my friend David; he is also Italian,'' Marco says, so the two of them sit down. ''Pleasure, I'm Beatrice, and this is my friend Tina. This is Mark and David. Is that right?'' I ask, turning to Marco again. ''Yes, of course. You're right; I'm not going to Pleasure Tina. He turns around and reaches out.

Cosimo: “You are delaying things to your own benefit, and with each passing day, with each passing minute, they are growing stronger. It is not something that we want, Cosimo.” My elder, Jasperrando del Mariucci said, glaring at me. I had to force myself to calm down, reminding myself that he was not only my elder, but that he was in charge of most of the funding that came to us. “What is it that is forcing you to keep that woman alive? Huh? Why are you so scared of killing her like you’ve done for both her mother and father?”

“You would be dying for a good cause, “ he gripped my hand tighter, pulling me closer. “If Nikolas finds out what you’re doing, I will kill you myself.” He let me go, and I instinctively clutched my wrist in pain. He got up from the table after tucking the document I gave him inside the jacket of his coat. “Go on, Antonio. I would like to talk to Viola about women's business.” He left with a huff, leaving me with Mother. “Guess who I saw at the Cartier store the other day?” She asked. Without waiting me to answer, she did it for me, “Aurora Mancini.”

“I raised her when her mother passed.” I looked at her for a moment, her eyes holding more pain than she would have wanted to show. “The maid who told Giovanni what happened to her,” she said quietly. “Her name is Miri. She’s new. Too eager to please the wrong man. I believe this would enough information for you to get what you want.” I nodded slowly. “Thank you.” She looked down at Lysandra with sorrow. “She used to be proud. Fierce. Like her mother. She used to be willing to fight, to stand. She is not weak. I know what I raised. And I know who I raised.”

And if he hadn’t flown off for a business trip, I wouldn’t even be here representing him at the M-Elite Grand Opening, its new alliance with X-ren, the biggest name in Italy owned by Lorenzo's family—he's now heading it. It was the perfect stage for my grand return. Liam wouldn’t see it coming. And Karen? She’d probably choke on her wine. A dark smile danced on my lips. Let them gasp. Let them stare. They thought I was buried with Camilla Ryder. Now… I rise as Giulia Bianchi-Vincent, and this time, I’m the nightmare they won’t wake up from because revenge is too simple, destruction is demure ...

“Just a jab between friends. It really is a miracle he let you out alive.” “Precious cargo,” Domenico said as he pulled me tighter to him. Malcolm sat back down. “Would you like something to drink?” he asked and we both shook our heads and thanked him. “I take it things have settled down in the Ferrante camp?” “More or less,” Domenico said with a nod. “Speaking of, I will be taking over management of some of our overseas accounts.” “Moving up, la Bestia?” Malcolm asked. “Why ask questions you already know the answer to?”

Couldn't disagree with that. "He was demoted eight times from Thalassa. I remember my Dad mentioning him many times, it was my favourite dinner time talk actually 'What has Nicolòs Jones done now?'. Your mother always stuck by him no matter what though. We knew her as Mara Megestanis, the sister of Milo Megestanis, Max's father." "Wait, wait, wait," I interrupted. "So surely that means I am related to Max," I then squinted my eyes in thought, "... He's my cousin!? How come you didn't think to tell me this?!"

“What are you doing here?” “I am on vacation with my brother, I doubt that it would be the same case for you. To what do we owe the pleasure?” She asked, and Alessandro raised an eyebrow at the woman. “Alpha Ned? On vacation when he was beside Alaric a few weeks back? I doubt that you really do expect me to believe that, Rheniera.” He said, and the woman’s eyes met mine for a second. Alessandro turned to face me, and slowly extended his hand. I knew that he didn’t want me to proceed with the argument, no matter how tempted I was, in front of the woman. “My mate, Valerie Morozov.”