Novel Delia Novels & Stories

as his eyebrows furrow in response. "Do you genuinely think Deliana can assist us?....." Michel enquiries while scowling. Liam shakes his head as he corrects Michel's address to Deliana, saying, "Don't, it's Mrs. Deli." "Well, it's okay with me." Mrs. Deli enters the room via the door holding two files in each hand and looking betrothed thanks to her ponytail. "Deli, with all the muck, you've been working here," Deliana responds, "You think too much, I'm sure Liam has something to come up with," and Michel is cut off.

Personally, I think Ally got much of her design ideas from the succubae and incubi homes. Madam Delia, as I discovered was her name, made me comfortable with the talent of someone who lived to take advantage of others’ needs. After a cup of tea, idle chit-chat and a kiss on the cheek, Dareios excused us and dragged me from the cottage, his mood clearly bordering on sadistic. “Are you finding it fun to rub my heritage in my face?” he fumed, flinging me ahead of him without a care. “What the hell are you going on about?” I replied, aghast.

asked Zayden eagerly. “Yes, if you rest now, we can visit it in the evening.” I led them to the private elevator while my chauffeur, Midas Artino, helped us with our luggage. “Sir, ma’am is here, waiting for you,” he said in a whisper, before leaving. I knew who he meant. Delia was here! So, I was right. She had come over to throw my family out. The last time Andrea was in Athens, Delia had been staying in her parents’ house. Her mother had expired, and she stayed there for almost five months to overcome her grief. Therefore, Andrea hadn’t met my evil stepmother at all!

She took my hand and squeezed it. “Do you know you won’t get to taste other dishes once you settle for one?” I stopped walking in the hotel lobby. I didn’t understand what she meant. “What dishes?” She rolled her eyes. “Martha, this is what girls do before they get married. Don’t be so conservative and innocent. Let’s go.” She pulled me towards the counter. I had no choice but to follow Angeli. The staff gave us a card, and then we got into the elevator.

Everyone called me crazy, and looked at me like I was mad for loving and still wanting Dominic, and finally with Isabella out of the way; I can finally get what I want. “Good news, we will commence to the next part of our plan,” he says right before he ends the call A large smile fills my lips as I pull up the text box between me and a particular popular gossip blog. There is a new Mrs Deluca in town and everyone has to know.

I placed the glass of water beside her and said, "Mrs. Montenegro was concerned about you, miss. She wanted me to bring you some water." Riezel nodded, her eyes welling up with tears again. But then, to my surprise, she reached out and grasped my arm. "Can I ask you something? What's your name?" she said, her voice low and urgent. I hesitated, unsure of what to say. But Riezel's eyes were pleading, and I couldn't bring myself to refuse her. "My name is Delilah, miss." I said, trying to sound neutral. Riezel's grip on my arm tightened. "I've noticed the way Raphael looks at you, Delilah. He seems to trust you, to value your opinion. And I was wondering...could you help me get closer to him?"

Delia hissed. Nyla smirked. "Oh, so you like him?" "Shut up!" Delia frantically glanced around, ensuring no one else was nearby before glaring at her again. "I'm serious! Don't even think about it—he would never be interested in someone like you!" "Someone like me?" Nyla echoed. "Yeah! A shameless woman who's already been married and even has a bastard child!" Delia spat. Nyla's gaze instantly turned ice-cold. Before Delia could react, Nyla raised her hand and slapped her across the face.

I would never let her go. Following her into the closet, I was prepared to tell her that, until she asked about her books and computer and there it fucking was. I would start a war with the Outfit, but it wasn’t the Outfit I would end up fighting—it was her. Celia would be my woman and my woman could not spend the next seven years away from me.

A month had passed since the big fight with Armani at the restaurant. People in the city were still whispering about it, but Delilah had done her best to cover it up with good publicity and charm. Nobody knew what had really happened. But Emilia had moved in a different direction. Two days ago, Mrs Romano released her debut novel, Guilty Pleasure, which became a huge hit and shot straight to the top of the bestseller lists the moment it hit shelves.