The Italian's Mistress Melanie Milburne นิยาย & เรื่องราว

taken against my wishes, by death or even a mare human. * I stared at Melanie's body in my arms... looking at her dried tears...back there in the room...she was soo scared, I had never seen her like that...even though I had only known her for a week or so. Putting her in an ambulance which took her to the hospital, I saw Fabian... looking disappointed. "I couldn't catch him...he was too fast...do you think they are Brogan's men?" I grimaced "They are Brogan's men....it's not something you think about it's something you should know"

Leonardo Ferrante stormed into my house like a man possessed. The moment he saw Vittoria Greco lying on the floor with blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, his expression immediately turned murderous. "Have you lost your mind, Camilla Marino?" I stood where I was, looking up at him. "You barged into my house, pointing and yelling at me for the sake of a cheap mistress who isn't fit to be seen in public. Leonardo, aren't you the one who's lost your mind?"

And all I could think about was the fact that other men saw her like that first. Men inside a fucking strip club. If anything had happened to her tonight, I would've buried every bastard in that club. I didn't care if it wasn't my territory. I didn't care if it started a war. I would've killed all of them, starting with Ludovico Moretti, the fucking Underboss of the Moretti family. Once Marcelina was brought home, Doctor Silvestri took over immediately. He lived in the estate and was in charge of the medical facility I had built on the property.

Melanie I stared at Juan waiting for his reply and he offered me a wide grin closing the distance between us. “I came to take you on a celebratory brunch,” “And what are we celebrating exactly?” I asked with an arched brow. “You survived an assassin,” he added, like that explained everything. I gave him a look. “It wasn’t an assassin. It was Dante’s crazy girlfriend. She tried to kill me.” “Welcome to Città dei re.” I laughed, but it came out shaky, like a bad cover-up for the fact my chest still felt weak from everything that had happened.

I take it. “Grazie,” I wink, taking it just as a young woman appears at the door. “Helena, this is Livia, your assistant.” “Ms. Rossetti, a pleasure. I hope I can be of help to you.” I nod. “Mrs. Di Sante, Livia,” Lorenzo snaps. “My cousin is a married woman.” I give him a fake smile that he notices but doesn’t react to. “Come in, Livia. I’ll be delighted to work alongside you.”

Definitely. I slipped into my car, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat before heading toward Lilian’s office. As I drove through the city’s chaotic streets, my mind raced through everything I’d pieced together so far. Every lead, every dead end, all pointing to Luca Delvecchio. I needed a way into his world, and tonight was the first step. By the time I pulled up outside Lilian’s office, the sun was already setting, painting the city in gold and pink hues. She climbed into the passenger seat, tossing her bag in the back.

“Here’s how this works. You’re gonna tell us everything you know about Abruzzi’s operation. Every. Single. Detail.” “And if I don’t?” Vince challenged, though his voice wavered. Connor smirked, pulling out a knife and twirling it casually in his hand. “Let’s just say, Leo didn’t ask for you in one piece. Maybe we'll cut off pieces of you and send them to Abruzzi… then we'll see how much he cares about you. The color drained from Vince’s face, and he slumped back in the chair, defeated. Asher leaned back, crossing his arms as he waited.

He threatened sharply. Gian raised both hands above his head, a sign of surrender. "Alright, alright. I give up," he replied with a wounded expression. "Wow, it's like watching an Italian drama here," Tessa whispered in amazement. She looked at the two cousins alternately. Then she turned to Adaline. "Do you understand what they're talking about?" she asked in a whisper. Adaline shook her head. Tessa then turned to her boyfriend. And the man shrugged even before Tessa asked. "It seems like one of us needs to learn Italian. At least if they are really arguing, there's someone who can mediate. Why didn't one of us use G****e Voice earlier?" Tessa furrowed her brow. She realized it was her own

Luca asked, his eyes sparkling. Melanie nodded, still reeling from the suddenness of it all and not knowing what his idea of celebration meant. His driver whisked them away to Bella Vita, one of the town's most luxurious Italian restaurants. Inside, the aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering sauces enveloped them. They were seated at a cozy table by the window, overlooking the city. Their orders arrived, and Melanie's eyes widened at the succulent seafood linguine in front of her. As they began to eat, Luca asked suddenly, "So, tell me, who is your children's father?"

As the microwave hummed and the glass plate spun in a culinary dance, she couldn’t resist pouring herself a tall glass of Sprite to accompany her feast. As she waited for her food to be ready, Vinnie glanced out the window. The sun hung high in the sky, mercilessly radiating its scorching rays upon the world below. Once again, her mind drifted to her meeting with Mr Doyle, and the pang that rose in her chest this time was a lot worse than earlier. She hadn’t mentioned anything about Mr. Doyle and his peculiar request for a mistress to Maya. Keeping secrets from her best friend felt anything but nice or righteous, but how on earth could she break the news without triggering a full-blown meltd