Milan Mirabella Novels & Stories

Inside, she found Alex, Sonia, Sawyer, Kayla, and other familiar executives. Candice, expressionless, took a seat beside Kayla. She ignored the rest, waiting for them to initiate the conversation. "This is Manfred, the PR guy from the publicity department," Sonia began, presenting the unfamiliar man to Candice. Manfred McCoy wore spectacles and appeared astute and calculated. He had thinning hair plastered across his forehead. His gaze toward Candice held a subtle disdain, causing her discomfort. Candice averted her eyes and asked, "What do you need to know from me?"

Isabella's heart began to beat fast. Hamzat had told her that Mirabella's beads fell on the floor when they went to get ice cream and the hall where the conference took place wasn't far off from there. Also, Mirabella looked like Angelo's late sister so he would naturally be drawn to her. She quickly went on I*******m and searched for Angelo's account. She noticed that he used her picture in his profile and most of the pictures he had posted were of her.

"I'm here to prove myself, and I won't let anyone use their hateful words or hateful compliments to bring me down, I will grow and become the most respected female model in the whole world." The press conference continued, with each question more probing than the last. But Mirabel held her ground, her confidence growing with each response. “Mrs Mirabel, we heard that you were once married and now divorced, even with a little baby, but you choose not to reveal your child but at least we can know little about your marriage, and also you have worked with Luna Luxe, Royal wellness rival in business, how did you do it? Did you betray Luna Luxe for Royal wellness or you came to Royal wellness just

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. That's fucking Antonio's daughter, mirabella.” His jaw was clenched so tight it ached. His cock still throbbed from earlier, and the taste of Mira's name on his tongue was sweeter than any whiskey Gabriel could serve. She was back. And she was nevere leaving again. Gabriel gave a knowing nod. “Your little payment huh. Does she even give a fuck about you?” “She would.”

Her lips curled. And then she looked at me. My stomach dropped. Mirabella, however, was too busy throwing her tantrum to notice. “But the wedding is tomorrow!” she whined, stomping one jeweled slipper against the floor. “I cannot marry Vincenzo Marazona. Mother, have you seen the things people say about him? They said he’s half dead already. They said he looks at people like he wants to bury them alive. I can’t do it. I just can’t.”

I walked up to the end of the long conference table, taking my seat, my eyes scanning the room until my gaze locked with a pair of crystal blue eyes. I stared at Mirabella, scanning her outfit from top to waist as the table had blocked her lower view. She had on a sea blue suit with a white button up shirt underneath the coat, and her hair was tied up in a tight ponytail. She had put on light makeup - as if she even needed to, she looked gorgeous with or without it, even though the cherry red lipstick added more color to her plum lips, making them look more tempting. I let out a sigh as I hesitantly tore my gaze from her gorgeous self, turning towards the board directors.

"Eliana, be careful." "No shit," I muttered, already dialing. The phone rang twice before a deep, unfamiliar voice answered. "Moretti." "Is this Lorenzo?" My voice cracked on the edge of panic. "Who’s asking?" "Eliana. I’m…" I exhaled sharply, forcing my voice steady. "I’m Mirabella’s friend." A beat of silence. "She’s missing," I pressed, pacing the kitchen floor now. "Two days. Last I heard, she was at Vero’s Café. I need to know if your people–"

No sugar coating it. The GPS tracker in my left arm must been reactivated since I escaped the ware house that jammed the signals which meant I had about a day before her apartments gets raided. A day I would spend with my new found paradise in the form of Mirabella and I wasn’t planning on letting go. She would love Rome as much I do because it would be her new home, by my side.

Mirabel squeezed his hand tighter, her face pale but composed. "I appreciate your cooperation," Enzo continued, leaning back in his chair. "As you are both aware, Gabriella's situation has become... intricate. She's entangled in matters that need to be understood." Lombardi, sitting just next to Enzo, interjected, "I need to know if truly, Gabriella is infact my daughter." Mirabel stared at Lombardi and then it struck Lombardi, he recognized this woman but where exactly. "You have grown handsome than I remembered Lombardi," Mirabel muttered. Lombardi stared at her still trying hard to remember where he had met her. "The club house, I used to be a stripper, and we used to -"

She slowly nodded, lowering her head. “Who is she?” Drago demanded. “She works at the house as Massimo said,” I answered. “Her name is Mira.” “And why…why is…she here?” he grimace. “Wh…what am I to d…do with a bloody ho…househelp?” “She is not just some househelp,” I said, glancing at the woman clinging to Dolcezza. “She is a Baldocchi Mole. She has been here for years now…” Both Drago and Massimo’s eyes widened in shock.