Novel & Cerita Michele Marrone

“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.”

But I could see it was all Luciana's plan. "Maa-reee-llaa Paa-riiiiii-sii..." I hear Alena say; I'm about to ask what she does when she speaks, "Aha! Marella Parisi, her maiden name is Marella Elisabetta Piccoli. She is 37 years old, her infidelity was the reason for the divorce between them, what a scandal by the way... after the separation, she has dated several young men in their twenties including the model Carlo Santilli, no idea who he is... and she broke up with him a few weeks ago. She never took off the Parisi despite being divorced; she's not stupid; she knows it is not convenient for her."

Matteo had made sure to call the family’s consigliere immediately I was moved to the station. Detective Harris, tall and lean with eyes like hawks, cleared his throat and leaned forward. His partner, Officer Vega, a wiry man with a hard face, adjusted the notepad in his hand. The silence stretched, a taut wire ready to snap. This didn’t seem like procedure to me. I’m sure they thought they’ll have a field day since it involved a mafia’s wife but I wasn’t here for that. “Aurora Matteo Rocco,” Harris began, his voice cool, measured. “Your statement says that Alfredo Moreno attacked you repeatedly over the past few months. Can you tell us when this started?”

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

She grinned and all the anger in me evaporated. "Why the hell does her smile affects me" I thought frowning. "Good day sir" the ice cream vendor greeted me and I nodded "how much ice cream did she consumed" I asked and his next word shock to me, well not that I'm too shocked because I expected it after she ate five plates of pasta and three cans of Coca-Cola. I paid him and dragged away. MELISSA'S POV