No Going Back Floria And Antonio Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Sir, we have a problem." Vincenzo’s expression shifted. Cold. Deadly. Noel’s stomach twisted. "Talk." The man hesitated, then glanced at Noel. Vincenzo’s jaw ticked. "Anything you need to say, say it." The man exhaled, then met Vincenzo’s gaze. "Elene is back in town." The world tilted. Vincenzo’s entire body went still. Noel, watching closely, felt a chill crawl down his spine.

By the time we were done, I was totally exhausted and happy. Nero, one of Hollis's right-hand men who seemed not to like me so much, served as our driver for the day, and he drove myself and Alessia back to Willowbrook while Nana's driver took Nana and Cordelia home. The journey back to Willowbrook was a reflection for me. My mind kept wandering to my parents and how, in god's name, Hollis would be able to convince them that getting married to me was part of the things we had to do to keep me safe.

Didn't feel any bad blood there. I heard the door open and Antonio speaking on the phone. He closed the door silently and went straight to the patio. He forgot to close the glass door and I could hear him. "I told you I went home to Spain. You didn't tell me you are coming back to Italy. I think the last time I talked to you, you clearly said you renewed your contract to one year and you won't be coming back. So how the fuck was I supposed to know you were going to come back to Italy." He sounded pissed off from the conversation he was having. I could only hear his side of the conversation and I wished I knew what the person on the other line was saying.

In sobs Joy asked. "Listen to my father. I have to go now, so I'll stay with my mother, wait for me to come back. Just like before, what's the point of Dad coming to find me. So I heard Dad stayed to protect my mother, I know not yet?" Anyway, it's come to this step, so I just weave more. This is the only way you can get out of here. This is certainly very effective. Joy obediently agreed, but with the requirement that Kevin must promise whenever the flute boy had to come. Oh my god, I'm not superman, but in order to go home, I have to agree to it.

I sat, maintaining what I hoped was a professional distance. "Your uncle Sal," he began, and my heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name. "He came to me last month with an interesting proposition. He wanted protection for his favorite niece, the one who had chosen to become a doctor instead of following in her father's footsteps. He offered me quite a lot in return – information, territory, certain business considerations." My mouth went dry. "Uncle Sal wouldn't—" "Wouldn't betray your father?" Guerrero's green eyes sparkled with amusement. "My dear, he already did. The question you should be asking is why I agreed to his terms when I could have used that information to destroy Antonio

The familiar, controlled power was back in his eyes, a stark contrast to the quiet man he had become. I held the phone away from my ear. "The silk shipment is gone. A miscommunication, they're saying. Something about a different delivery address." Antonio took the phone from my hand and spoke to Marco, his voice calm and firm. He asked questions I hadn't even thought of. Who was the driver? Had he received any calls from a number he didn’t recognize? Who else knew about the shipment? I watched him, a knot tightening in my stomach. This wasn’t just a logistical problem; this was something else.

She was preparing to deliver her final killing blow, urging the courts to make an example of me, the social degenerate. Then it happened. The giant screen behind her flickered. Without warning, the giant LCD screen behind her flickered and changed. Her tear-streaked face disappeared from the screen. A black player interface took its place. Moments later, a crystal-clear audio recording blared through the speakers, reaching every corner of the hall and every livestream. The voices in the recording belonged to two people.

I really wanted to stick a knife at Petter and Stella. "Amber, I'm sorry for cheating on me. I made a mistake, and I promise I will fix everything. I will leave Stella, but I beg you to forgive me." Petter begged me to forgive him and take him back. Seeing his pleading gaze, I just smiled sarcastically.

Then, I pulled out a lighter and set the curtains ablaze. The roaring flames reflected in my eyes, but I couldn't feel a ripple of emotion. "We'll never have to see each other again, Antonio." … Third-Person POV Antonio felt an inexplicable surge of panic in the middle of his vows before he saw thick smoke billowing from the villa in the distance. Was the villa on fire? No! Daniela was still inside! He bolted toward the villa, just to run into his assistant, Mattia Marino, who was racing toward him to report the news.

Enzo's Pov Antonio slammed his hand against the desk, the sound echoing off the walls of his study. The half-empty glass of whiskey rattled, but he didn’t notice. “It can’t be that he’s vanished into thin air!” he snapped, his voice sharp with frustration. I didn’t flinch. I’d had the same reaction when I’d first gone over the investigation reports from New Orleans, every lead collapsing into nothing. “He’s gone, Antonio,” I said evenly. “We think they got him out of the country, but we don’t know where.”