No Going Back Floria And Antonio Novels & Stories

" When is the contract renewal ? " "Next week . Why what's going on?" " You need to terminate it. Antonio is related to Rosa and his intentions are not good ... " "What?" " Could you please come back to Massa?" ©#KCMmuoe

Nothing. Over the next several days we start to pack up our items so that we can start this journey. I call the realtor in Tampa and ask to see the houses that I am interested in. We have an appointment tomorrow. That’s fine with me, on the plane we will go. At this point after finding out about Antonio’s dealings, I’ve lost a little respect for him. Actually a lot of respect. I’m at the point where I want nothing to do with the life that we had. The only thing that I can’t forget is the fact that he existed. Antonio’s ashes are mixed in with Angelo’s. They will be forever bonded.

Quilla pouted and blocked his way. Matthew had no patience for this pretentious woman and coldly said, “Move.” Quilla froze, then stomped her foot. “Mr. Grant! What are you saying? If you keep treating me like this, I’ll be angry.” “Move,” Matthew repeated. His eyes were so cold they could freeze her in place. Quilla opened her mouth to argue, but he shoved her aside and walked away. She could hear him talk on the phone as he departed. “Find Whitney’s current address. And book me a ticket to Austraya today.”

“Come on, chef boy. Let’s go check on that mango habanero aioli before you burn it like last time.” “Don’t talk about my aioli like that,” Rocky huffed, following him inside. Alone, Minnie leaned back into her chair, letting the sea air brush her skin. For the first time since the night of the dinner disaster, she let herself exhale. The water glistened. Her mimosa sparkled. She felt… not okay, but breathing. Still, something made her spine prickle. A tickle in the air. Like being watched. Then— A bouquet of sunflowers landed on the table in front of her.

I was going to be okay, I was so sure that I was going to be, and yet here we sat, Nice, just nice. The silence was alarming, for me and possibly for him too. With none of us saying anything, everywhere looked and seemed somehow. Dimmed. Okay. This was blowback from my plan, I could handle it. For all I cared, things did not go so well with Gloria and him and he thought that perhaps he could come save face with me. No mister. Thinking about him and Gloria had me fuming again, that nicely nice stuff now thrown at the window. I turned to face him, this time it was my eyes that flashed. Angry and confused. What did he want from me? What did his daughter want from me?

Every soul held still, waiting on the word of Chicago's underworld Godfather. "Father Antonio," Alessandro said, voice low and final, "begin the ceremony." Isabella stared at her husband, devastated. Alessandro didn't even glance her way. Father Antonio stepped back onstage, hands trembling. His voice crackled through the mic. "Witnesses, tonight we bear witness to the engagement of Mr. Dante Falcone and Miss Giulia De Luca." Dante's hand gripped mine—warm, steady. Not like Marco's empty heat. This felt real.

“Whatever we had is over. I’ve found someone else—someone far more interesting.” Claire’s laughter rang out, bitter and disbelieving. She leaned back, her hands bracing against the desk as her confidence faltered momentarily before she masked it with defiance. “Interesting? Is that what you call her?” she sneered. “Antonio, let’s not pretend. You can play with your little toy all you want, but we both know you can’t escape me.” Antonio straightened, his expression unreadable. “Escape you?” he repeated, almost amused. “Claire, the only thing I’m interested in now is moving forward. You’re just a relic of my past.”

“No. You can’t tell me nothing. Your hands were on her, looking at her like… that. What’s going on?“ Papà persisted, darting his gaze between the both of us. “Is that the document?” Antonio changed the subject as he reached for the file in Papà’s hand. He skimmed through the document before returning his gaze to Papà. “Thank you. I’ll take my leave now. Bye.” “Antonio.” Papà called, his brows furrowing. “Really, it’s nothing.” Antonio said. Before Papà could say anything more, he started walking towards the exit. I promptly followed Antonio, but Papà called me back. “Rosalinda.” He said firmly.

Clara was mad that her daughter and granddaughter had disappeared and now her king. What was going on? Where has they all gone? She hated to be all alone but suddenly the door burst open and she gasped when she looked up and saw it was her Antonio. “Where are they?” Clara needed to know. She needed answers straight away. Antonio eyes flashed an angry red colour and he growled to warn her not to push him. He shoved passed her and went to find one of his best warriors.

It was Antonio Esperanza, the third Prince, and Hiraya's older brother. Frost did not bother replying to his question and walked past him. Antonio was surprised by her attitude, for not answering his questions. He was even more surprised when she just walked past him like he was not in there. So he turned around and grabbed her arm but Frost dodges it. Antonio’s eyebrows furrowed and tried to grabbed her arm for the second time when Frost grabbed his outstretched hand and unhesitatingly twisted it.