No Going Back Floria And Antonio Novels & Stories

Chapter 83 Flora, exhausted, could only lean on Enzo beside her, partly because he was holding onto her shoulders tightly, making it impossible for her to evade. In front of Flora, Mr. Hill was continuously pleading for forgiveness, causing her distress. Even though she didn't understand what was happening, she suspected that Enzo had done something to them and was putting the blame on her. "Please stand up, I'm not angry about anything, you don't need to apologize to me," Flora sighed.

my voice cut through the silence, "The Moretti family is back. And we will be setting the new rules." "To Elena Moretti!" the mayor shouted first. "To the Moretti family!" the others echoed. I smiled and drank my champagne, savoring the rich taste of power. Ten years of patience had finally paid off in the most perfect way. Marco was rotting in a Mexican slum. Isabella was spiraling into despair, despised by the world. Amelia and Sofia were living with regret in a rundown apartment. The game was over. I had won. Late that night, I stood alone on the estate's balcony, looking out at the distant city lights.

~ Antonio strode into the living room, fixing his neck tie, when he bumped into his wife barricading his route, with a frown face. He dropped his hands down, waiting for her to split what she had got to say. She was also waiting for him to go first, but he was taking forever to speak, so she spoke first. "Don't you think this isn't appropriate? What's wrong with this place? Why are we suddenly moving back to California?" Antonio wasn't astound, he thought it had to do with their moving back to California. It's always the same colloquy. "Listen woman, we never came here to stay at first, we're leaving, and that's period, nothing you do will make me have a change of mind."

I was worried, Stella laughed at the one that fit as she walked away from me. “Don’t be ridiculous, my lady.” she said. “My lord.” It was Noah’s voice and I invited him in, immediately. “What’s up? Is everything ready?” I raised a brow. “Yeah but that’s not the reason why I’m here,” he said. “What is it?” I asked. “It’s your step sister, Eva, she is back.” he informed me seriously. “Eva?” I wasn’t expecting her, I doubt if anyone was. Who invited her?

"And what did Mario do after catching you two rabbits?" "There was nothing he could fucking do. He just got pissed and took his ugly, jealous ass back to his bedroom to sleep next to his old, boring wife." "Wait, did Mario finally come back to Kingswood?" "Yes," she nods. "Two years ago." "So, is that the sole reason you are dating Marcelo? To get back at Mario?" Karla takes a moment to respond, then giggles.

“Duncan, you know how Steph—” “I will keep my marriage to Stephanie,” I cut him off. “That cannot change. She is of royal blood. But Phoebe—” I inhaled deeply, choosing my words carefully. “I will bring her back to my side.” Antonio stopped walking. This time, I turned to face him. His expression was unreadable, but I could feel his frustration. “You think she will come back to be your mistress?” Antonio’s voice was measured, but there was an edge to it.

“Hell yes. Them flowers were pretty and the tattoo? Cherry on top. And big. You should’ve seen that skank Kayla’s face when she realized he’d branded himself. That little bitch thought she could break us up.” She stuffed the wad of cash down her bra and gave me a wink like she just dropped life-changing wisdom. Okay… flowers and a tattoo. I’m not carving Kira’s name into my dick. But the flowers? Maybe I could start there. ***** “So, where to, boss?” Antonio asked, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, impatient as hell. “Somewhere with flowers. Lots of them.” There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. “Why? What’s going on?”

Antonio put it on and prepared to return to the city. "Toby!" "Yes sir!" Tobi stared at Antonio, stunned, "S-gentlemen will return to the city?" Antonio smiled faintly, "Yeah, I think it's time for me to go back," replied Antonio. "Eat first before going," said Tobi, who was nodded by his wife, who had heard their conversation. "Yes. Please warm up my car!" asked Antonio, holding out the key. Tobi accepted and immediately went to Antonio's car to fulfill his master's grandson's orders.

He’d stopped by the door, passed me a wink, and blew a kiss before finally walking out. “That’s our cue to leave too. If you decide this is what you want, Isabella—you know I’d stick by every single choice you make… because I love you,” Antonio spoke, reassuring me. And I nodded—this time feeling totally lighthearted. If Antonio could see reason… anyone could. “I’m returning to Russia too. I guess someone had to break the news to Father and the others,” Nico spoke, standing to his feet, trying to keep a stoic face, avoiding eye contact with Antonio.

Mr Antonio and the young man strode to me, holding flowers. “Mrs Adriana, I am sorry for the loss. Take heart,” the young man said, giving me the flowers. “Thank you,” I said and took the flowers from him. “Mr Antonio, thank you for coming.” “I had to,” he said, a faint smirk appearing on his face. Just then, I glanced at Diego and saw him approaching me, his face livid, Luis following behind. “Don't come near her,” Diego said. “Leave here now.” Mr Antonio turned to Diego and smiled. “We are in-laws and I'm here to pay condolences. Why should I leave?”