The Italian's Mistress Melanie Milburne 소설 & 이야기

“Almost. I can’t serve you his life on a silver platter. Clarissa’s role would be strictly professional. Everybody in Italy knows Riccardo Serratore’s reputation and Clarissa will make him a world star. And you and your tabloid will taste the victory. Miss Ward’s job will just be to produce an immaculate image of Riccardo, the man with the big hand, if you know what I mean. He’ll be very generous. What do you say? Do we have a deal?” Already her eyes were sparkling, but with malice and greed. I really loved that shit about a woman. And the best part of all, I could see Milena was a fierce business woman. And she meant only business. I watched her light a cigarette, seemingly disinterested in

She stuttered, but her words were caught halfway by Ava. “I think the Don would allow it. After all, it’s best we cherish the last moments together before you permanently reside here in Italy,” Melissa chirped, a wide smile on her face—the same smile she had on while she had ruthlessly tugged the chains of the collar that bound her neck. Her breath seized as she turned to stare at the Don, hoping he would disapprove, hoping he would admonish the thought. Her eyes remained fixed on him as he dropped his spoon at the side of his plate, dabbing his mouth with the napkin before placing it back on the table. Then his voice resonated through the four walls of the room. “I’ll allow it.”

Melanie stood up, first cleaned her master, and then went to the bathroom. Melanie was young and was hired by Timothy to take care of his son. Melanie was with Adrian 24 hours a day, and Adrian made her his mistress. Melanie took care of all his needs, no matter what they were. She cooked his meals, cleaned his house, and satisfied his every desire. Adrian was a demanding master, but Melanie found fulfillment in serving him. She had never experienced such intense passion and pleasure before, and she was grateful for the opportunity to be at his beck and call. As she returned to the bedroom,

The enemies of my husband—the Don of the Uccello famiglia, Emanuele Uccello—have kidnapped my mother-in-law, Clarissa Fontana, and locked her in a shipping container rigged with a time bomb. Emanuele has already arranged for his men to prepare the ransom. Clarissa can be saved fairly easily, but his childhood sweetheart, Melina Costa, who came along with him, wants to use this crisis as a chance to get some hands-on experience and insists on defusing the bomb herself. Ignoring his men's warnings, Emanuele allows her to step forward and take control. After she randomly presses a series of buttons on the keypad, the countdown immediately drops to zero. The very next second, a deafening e

'' Tina says smiling ''They are Italians, at least what dropped the drink on me is! His name is Marco.'' I say, drinking some of my drink. ''great, I didn I imagined is he so hot! Did you know that Italians are reputed to be great in bed? They say they are the best and are well-endowed!'' Tina says, getting excited ''Do you know him? I ask, lifting up an eyebrow. ''Of course not! I researched'' Tina says. ''HAHAHA, only you who research this kind of thing'' I say, having a loud laugh

"What did you and Melanie just talk about? Who gave you permission to speak?" "It was not what you think, Big Brother." The sixty-year-old woman accidentally stared at Abby. She glared at Abby, who gave a happy grin, but Gregory instead glared at Mandy so that the old woman did not dare to take the same action. She cursed in her heart because Massimo Francesco Alonso's wife always got a defense from his brother, which made her unable to do anything.

She didn’t know what was worse, crying over it thanks to the pregnancy hormones that were driving her insane, or having the Italian look at her like a crying little girl. “So what? What are we waiting to go? Look I’ve already cancelled my meeting for you. The least you can do is let me give you a ride.” “Don’t mess with my head sir,” Melody couldn’t remember what the hell the driver/assistant had called him when he arrived. A name like díaneto or ganetto. The little bell on the door rang and Doyle walked in through it. “Melody, what the hell is...?” Doyle let the question hang in the air as his gaze fell on the Italian, Melody watched as his expression changed from confusion and concern to p

she said. Alice, the traitor. “Alice doesn’t know what she’s on about,” I murmured. “Don’t give me that crap, Mellie. You can’t fool me. I see the look in your eyes anytime I mention, Adriano and you can deny it all you want but I have a point and you know it.” “I..” I stopped because I didn’t know what else to say to that. She wasn’t completely wrong. I was attracted to, Adriano and I’m pretty sure he was attracted to me too.

“Aw, that’s sweet of you to say. I don’t think he’s going to heaven when he dies, but sure, Evan’s the one Moretti who’s still hanging on to a shred of conscience.” Millie glanced at her. “You know him well?” “I know the Morettis very well. I knew Evan before I ended up here. Remember that little story I shared with you? And since working for Giancarlo, I’ve gotten to know Aidan too. That guy’s an animal. He brought women here all the time. He fucked all of them.” She paused and glanced toward the closed door, lowering her voice to a whisper. “He even fucked Giancarlo’s wife. Didn’t care one bit.”

I'd slept late, reading through each and every word of the marriage contract. Twice. Everything seemed legit and it was a pretty good deal. All Luca wanted from me was loyalty to the mafia and to him so the whole image of the Martinelli familia wasn't destroyed. I didn't exactly care. I wasn't going to be with anyone any time soon. I pushed the door to his office open and I wasn't surprised to see they'd started planning without me. I just rolled my eyes and stood next to Maddox and listened to what Luca was saying. Something about finding a guy called Sante Di Laura. He was the head of the Vipers, the mafia that attacked but Sante was in hiding at the moment. Our tar