Novel & Cerita Ricarica Iliad

"Who else knows about it?" "The girl I paid, of course," Ricchar mumbled with a milder frown. "One of his whores, and victims." "What kind of poison? Cyanide?" Ilya could very well be another pureblood vampire, like Pappa Stefano, according to rumors. What could possibly damage Ilya's almost superhuman health? Was he not immune to certain poisonous chemicals? "Among other things," Ricchar sighed and resumed typing something onto his phone. "Did you talk to Lorenzio yet? About what Ignazio wants for the party?"

“Let them. We’ll make them wish they’d never crossed us.” He turned to Marco. “Take the men. Hit them hard. Hit them fast.” Marco nodded, his expression unwavering. “Understood.” As the men moved out, Riccardo stood alone, his thoughts consumed with Camilla. He could still feel her presence—like a shadow that would never leave him. He could still hear her voice in his mind, reminding him of the promise they had made to each other. They had fought for this life together, and now, he would destroy anyone who threatened it.

Behind us, the guests tried to pretend nothing had happened, their laughter forced, their glasses raised too quickly. But the damage was done. The O’Connells’ fury simmered, the Riccis’ unity blazed, and Ciara stood at the center of it all. And I, Matteo Ricci, stood beside her, unyielding. The choice had been made. The war had only just begun.

For someone who had claimed to not care for him, he had acclimatized to having two older brothers in record time. “Carina’s mother will be announcing her engagement to Samuel,” Ricardo said, referring to his makeshift wife. He had seen it coming a mile away since he kept tabs on the Dobres and knew of every date they went on. He was only slightly surprised that Lumari hadn’t rubbed it in his face yet. He had been expecting it ever since he left for Italy.

Ilyria suddenly knew what he was going to say and her heart fell, “That was one of the lost cities.” “Astrapi,” she whispered. Her tender lover. The ruthless man-child who destroyed what displeased him. Which was he? “Did he know?” Nicos nodded. “Yes. And I think …” Ilyria knew what would come next too, “I think he found one of the relics there. That he may have it still.” Ilyria did not want to consider what that meant though she knew she would have to.

Outside the mansion Lorenzo opened the car's back door and roughly threw Camila inside, Riccardo got in besides her and closed the door, he then took out some wipers and started cleaning his bloodied face, Lorenzo got in the driver's seat and started the car You're mine now" said Riccardo coldly with an evil grin as he layed his body on the black leather seat as the car drove off

It was difficult enough to grab hold of a particular thing . While Iliana was rummaging around to grab hold of decent dresses and shoes a filmsy lingerie caught her eye .Once that lingerie fell in her eyes ; she felt her entire body go cold. " Cici ! Cici ! What is this??" Iliana was so out of it she was nearly jumping like a cat on hot tin . " Didn't you purchased this to seduce his highness the Crown prince; My Lady?" Cici tilted her head as she answered .

Rica and Carlo were there too, talking as if they had known each other for a long time. “You know, Carlo, she’s such a kind friend! I just don’t know why I betrayed her. Maybe it was because I was taken by your brother’s handsomeness. But I regret what I did! I thought at first she had no husband, and then I fell in love with him, only to find out he was already married. And worse, I realized that my friend Lorain is his wife,” Rica confessed, sobbing to Carlo. Because Rica cried so much, Carlo hugged her to somehow ease the sadness she was feeling in that moment.

For all I knew, they were all dead and that’s why I couldn’t sense them. “We port as soon as we get their location,” I said to them. “We’re ready, Jericho,” Rafael said as they all followed me back to the office. I opened a paper map on my desk and took the bowl with my blood from Kiara. They all stood to one side as I dripped my blood on the map and started whispering as the flames overtook me. “Leita minn blóð, leita minn ást, leita minn skulda-lið.”