Paula Guadagnino Novels & Stories

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Alessia laughed at her Aunt's antics, grateful that she was trying to make her feel better. “ Well, no one said he would go for a cougar like you,” She teased. Aunt Paula scowled at her cheeky niece. “ Apart from you and Rosa, find me one woman in Sicily who has half my beauty, and I would give you my most expensive wine,” she said Aunt Paula, apart from being one of the richest widows in Italy and a fashion powerhouse, was an avid wine collector. Where women collected jewellery in auctions, Paula bid against men for wine.

Who wouldn’t do that? “Gena, go have a drink and relax. Perhaps I could escape for a couple of days. I’ll call you when I know more.” If Paulo wanted her, he would be. But he’d use his uses right now. He was only seeing if he still had a spot in her bed. Paulo loved pretending he didn’t have the chains of a wife and kids who’d take him for half of everything in a divorce. His wife knew it was half of nothing if she left, so if their affair didn’t hit the papers, she would turn a blind eye. Before kids, his wife had been an actress he’d managed. Now washed up, she didn’t have a penny left from her days working. Gena knew the money was long gone and didn’t care. That wasn’t her problem either

she whispered. "I can..I have to," Liam replied, pulling the knot to open it. But it went all in vain when he was grabbed by his neck and dragged away by Paula's man. "Liam," Katherine shouted. "Take her too," Paula said to Givon, "You know where you have to take her. If you make me dissatisfied this time, I don't know whether I will even like to talk to you the next time I see you," Paula stared at Givon. "Don't forget, once you have money, you have everything."

Simon murmured as he turned to Thiago. He took off his gloves and handed them to Padilha before leaving the room. Only then did Paulina notice that they had caught the attention of those in the room. Her face and neck warmed as she scanned the audience on the other side of the glass partition. She wanted to hide from the judgmental looks, so she lowered her head and accepted Thiago's outstretched hand, following him to the corner of the room, using him as a shield to hide from the others as much as possible.

I can feel his eyes on me, but I don't acknowledge him. He says, "And who might this be?" "Is she your girlfriend, Gustavo?" A woman across us asks. She's old, must be in her seventies, but she's well preserved. Her wine colored dress accentuates her slim figure, and her hair is flawlessly coiffed. Her partner is equally as old as her. I fix her a stare. That's presumptuous of her. Everyone is looking at us, expecting a response. Giotto ends up answering her. "No, Donatella. This is Chiara Giaccobbe. She's engaged to my capo, Enzo Castelli. You remember him, don't you?"

"You are a replacement for my promised bride. A breeder for my heirs. You are not, and will never be, my first choice." He turned and walked to the balcony. The curtain shifted in the night air behind him. Olivia sat on his bed, her lips still burning, her hands shaking, and stared at his back. PAULA Paula was in an excellent mood. She hummed quietly to herself as she navigated the lower corridor toward the holding cells, her maid uniform neat, her expression pleasantly neutral. Everything had gone beautifully. Better than she'd planned, honestly. The guard had cooperated perfectly, Trisha had conveniently disappeared, and the rest had taken care of itself.

Alana said not sure what else to say. "So Alana, we heard so much about you…your dedication to the fashion industry…I'm Paula, president of LP Brands, the blonde woman introduced herself and for a second Alana thought she heard wrong. Looking at the woman smiling at her. Alana's mouth hung open as her gaze shifted to Ricardo. "You…you are Paula Lopez…as in the great iconic fashion designer," Alana couldn't hide her surprise, she was in the presence of greatness. Who didn't know Paula? She'd be a fool not to recognize her.

In headlines: Camila Brinx-Camorra, wife of Elijah Camorra, seen smooching with lover Camila Camorra spotted making out with her lover at Sunset Blvd Not even the rich can contain their hunger for excitement! "Well damn" I say softly, locking my phone and walking up to the house. Quinn had to be the first person I saw when I entered the house, she was walking down the staircase, dressed in her usual slutty outfit. She really was putting in all the work needed to get attention from anyone. She smirked at me when she saw me, her face full of makeup, she looked like a mini Pennywise. But I love Pennywise. She looks like him when he's transformed into that child eating monster with all the teeth