Sylvia Intermezzo Novels & Stories

Sylvia's face stiffened at that, but she didn't say anything more. A month after Owen's divorce from his first wife, he and Sylvia tied the knot. Sylvia, a girl from a small town, was a leading actress in local plays. At 16, she met Owen, a young man from the bustling city of Ventropolis, who was teaching in her town. Despite their seven-year age difference, they immediately felt a connection. However, two years into their relationship, Owen returned to Ventropolis. Sylvia patiently waited for him for three years. During that time, he visited her and promised to return in three months to marry her. But heartbreak awaited Sylvia; she discovered that Owen had wed another woman named Frida Youn

I lean forward so abruptly, Sylvia ends up falling on her ass in an attempt to get away from me. “You don’t like Drake, do you? In fact, my guess is that you’re disgusted by him. What is this game you’re playing, Sylvia?” Her eyes widen with shock. But I don’t miss the fear that flickers deep in those ice blue orbs. Bingo. The exact reaction I wanted to see. Like an expert actress, Sylvia schools her expression into one of indifference and smoothly gets to her feet. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she says quickly.

The assistant quickly replied, “She should have been. The doctor said she is getting better.” Vittorio hummed softly in acknowledgment, though his tone remained indifferent. “Go home.” Relieved, the assistant immediately shifted gears, steering the car toward the villa. Along the way, Sylvia’s silhouette kept flashing through Vittorio's mind. [Flashback] Sylvia would intentionally trip into his arms, clad in sheer, provocative sleepwear, her eyes shining with anticipation. When he inevitably pushed her away, she would glare at him with puffed cheeks, a playful pout on her lips.

He wanted to know. “A spritzer. I hope that's okay?" He nodded and let go of her so suddenly that she stumbled and clung to his shoulders. "I'm sorry." She whispered and disappeared from the table without looking back. He was sorry that he had to expose her like that, she didn't deserve it. But he had no other choice. He poured a spritzer into his glass and sipped it with relish, then turned to his neighbor. “And have you already been on the slopes?” He asked.

Sylvia was bored in her room all day, she wanted to go out in the garden for a walk, but of course Ryan did not agree. Outside there was the sound of hurried footsteps… the wooden door opened, it was Viola. “Sylvia, what are you going to do?” “I… Thank you for bringing the food.” Seeing Viola carrying a copper tray with cakes and milk, Sylvia thought to bring it to herself. “Your dinner is only a glass of milk with a plate of this bread! This part belongs to the boss. But he threw it all in the trash once, afraid it's going to be a waste of food this time."

he refused to allow them to speak with Olivia. He is not at all worried about her leaving him. He is worried about how she would take this news. Sylvia is angry. She has been treated like a queen by all the men around her. But Alessandro is blatantly ignoring her. She stood up straight and moved back a few steps. She intentionally pushed a vase down, making a loud noise. She wanted to make Alessandro angry and gain his attention. As the Vase broke into several pieces, it made a loud noise.

He didn't fit the type of man Sylvia typically favored. Their meeting was quite an interesting story. One day, Sylvia was dining at a restaurant. She had planned to go shopping with Elaine, but Elaine had a last-minute change of plans and couldn't make it. This had left Sylvia in a somewhat irritated mood. To make matters worse, the restaurant's waitstaff had been unresponsive, and she had lost her appetite.

As we sat waiting for the rest to join us at the dining room, Sylvia then walked in wearing a fresh set of clothes with her hair held up on her head and she waved at us before she took her seat. “Darwin said you guys just came back from work. When did you even have time to get changed?” Rita asked her and Sylvia chuckled. “I can be fast when I want to” she replied and I nodded along with Rita because I was wondering the same thing Rita even though I didn’t say it out like she did. We were really perfect to be best friends with each other. “So, do you have any idea what Darwin was rushing off to tell Damon?” she asked Sylvia again just as the maids served us our own food since the men weren’t

Of course, they want to share the sweats on the sheet. Sylvia is sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. Her mini dress is so tempting for Enrique, who is standing close to her. "Hmm, are you trying to seduce me?" Enrique asked while staring at Sylvia's leg. "Hmm, am I? no, I am not trying to seduce you. I just sitting here," Sylvia said, but she pulled up her skirt a little. Enrique stops his activity and comes to Slyvia, and starts to sit next to her. He touched her leg and thigh smoothly.

As we sit down to dine, your waitress brings us the menu. "Enzo? Is it you? Do you remember me? It's Sylvia from the university. Sylvia Morgan, we used to date," The waitress says. She does not even look at me. She ignores me flat out. I do not care. It is just an old girlfriend. "Sylvia Morgan. Ohh yeah, I remember you. We used to date for a while. How are you?" Enzo asks. "I am fine. How are you?" Sylvia asks. "Never been better. Are you so married to Antonio?" Enzo asks.