Novelas y relatos de The Italian's Mistress Melanie Milburne

As soon as the elevator's door closed, the maid knelt and begged for mercy, "I'm so, so sorry, Madam Melanie. I didn't know Mr. Page was inside. I thought it was Mr. Strauss. I was sure that I heard Mr. Strauss's voice. I … I …" Melanie forsook her grace and kicked the maid. She hollered, "You idiot!" All of a sudden, two men approached Melanie and the maid. They said nothing and took the maid away. Both Melanie and the maid recognized those men as Yolanda's bodyguards.

“What does it matter? When you two get married, she'll be working for you anyway. Where are you from? Who are your parents?” Melanie scammed the area around her quickly, looking for someone to save her, put her out of her misery. She still couldn’t find Leila and Erin was still having conversations with her employers. She spotted Calvin across the room, chatting with some other men and women that she recognized from their visits and appointments at the office as his business partners and shareholders. He looked handsome and confident, and Melanie couldn’t help but feel proud to be his girlfriend in that moment. But then a sharp rise in the tone of the older woman in front of her summoned her

"Let's have lunch. We will go to your old house after that. I have to show you something." Myra was neither interested in having lunch nor did she want to go anywhere. But reluctantly she went downstairs to have some lunch. There she met Luca's wife for the first time. She was a blonde woman with a genuine smile. Her name was Melissa Moretti. "I thought of paying you a visit but decided to let you settle first at this place. I am sorry for my son's behaviour. But dear he is too protective about his only sister. I have heard about your situation back in India. Remember my child, we women are the creator and destroyer by ourselves. It depends on us whether we want to create or destroy, whether

Sure, and don't ye owe me that much? 'Ye Da went back to the old country, so he did. Sure, and didn't he marry ye older sister off to some Mafia geezer over there?' I frowned, not sure where he was going with all of this, so I nodded. My sister, Melanie, was four years older than me and had got herself mixed up with some Italian Mafia sorts. Things had deteriorated very quickly, and it had ended up with me taking some of my guys and rescuing her from Italian people traffickers. Within a week of her return, Da had negotiated a contract with some friends in the old country, and Mel had been hauled back to Ireland and married off to Callum O'Connell, a notorious Irish Mafia Leader. To all inten

“You asked me to get a picture of Silvio, and I risked my damn life to do it. I was sitting right across from him, my hands were shaking so badly I thought I was going to pass out. I almost got caught, Gav, and now you’re telling me I sent the wrong person?” “No, that’s not—” I tried to keep my voice even, but it was hard. “It’s just that… that can’t be Silvio. No. It’s not possible. The man in that photo… he can’t be him.” “Ughhhh,” Melanie cried out, sounding thoroughly exasperated and tired. “You are driving me insane right now. What do you mean, it can’t be him? I took the picture myself while he was sitting with Eva. That is Silvio Rossi.”

No one spoke carelessly in rooms like this, not when tension was already hanging heavily in the air, not when war was slowly approaching, Luca leaned back against the chair with exhaustion written across his face while another man projected surveillance photographs onto the large screen mounted on the wall. Photographs of Melissa, leaving class, entering cafes, walking across campus laughing with her friends completely unaware that powerful men were discussing her existence like the center of an international conflict, rage simmered low inside my chest again. One of Romano’s captains had been caught two hours ago carrying more photographs in his car, Melissa from different angles, different

My secretary says, placing them before me. “Care to fill me in?” “My apologies, sir.” He bows his head. “Miss Caroline and I did some digging, but we didn’t find anything out of the ordinary.” “What do you mean?” “The Milans had Melody two weeks after their company went bankrupt.” “Was it known that Mrs. Milan was pregnant?” “Yes, sir. The media had several photos of her pregnancy. The details of the months and due date weren't disclosed.” If the Milan’s already had a beautiful daughter, what exactly would prompt them to have another?

Chandelier lights brightened the area, and the ceiling featured beautiful murals and paintings. The announcer’s loud voice rang through the room as he introduced us. "Mr. Luca Delgado, from the American mafia, and Mrs. Valentina Moretti, from the Italian mafia." It still fucking strange to hear myself called Mrs. I smiled when most people in the room turned to stare at us. They looked fearful and apprehensive. It was a gorgeous sight. Everyone knew we were married. However, it was an extremely dangerous partnership between two powerful mafias in the world.

“And now I want that man out of here.” “What?” I was confused by the sudden change of subject, but Mel seemed to catch on quickly. “Giancarlo is gay!” “I don’t care—he’s got two eyes and a dick. I want him away from my woman.” He argued with Mel the same way I used to argue with my brothers. It wasn’t the Don speaking, nor the Devil of the Camorra, which was why Melissa huffed, stomping her heels back and forth. “I’m not yours,” I said, drawing his attention back to me, keeping us trapped in that little bubble while his sister whined on the other side. “And what you just said—does it mean you’ll keep me away from every man if we get married?”

I LOVE YOU ARE YOU WILLING TO TAKE ME... MELANIE'S POV~~ I stepped out, do I really need to go see Mrs Dills with my sweaty face, no right, I walked to the rest room, washed my face, dried it with a face napkin, and applied a light makeup. "I knew you were some kind of cheap country side slut" hmph I heard someone from behind say, it's Mariel Bryan's lover. " What do you mean?" I asked her a bit confused.