The Italian's Mistress Melanie Milburne Novels & Stories

she compliments him, knocking him out could with the butt of her gun. Releasing his face, she hurries back, seeing a bike by the alley, she quickly climbs it, since she suspects that Sandra and Robins don’t want to be involved in anything related to this Castello’s man. Seeing her veer off, Albert immediately follows after her, but soon lost her to the busy traffic. Sandra and Robins still standing, trying to think of what just happened, they could only help but sigh, but makes no attempt to try and follow after her or know where she has gone.

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

Though I wasn't sure how she planned to do that, I kept my word and sent her back to Starbury. Still, I never expected Melanie to discover her existence. When I saw Melanie with the rescue team, I froze. The moment she spotted Ella, she grabbed my arm and hysterically shrieked, "Who is she? "So, this is why you didn't speak up for me in front of Mr. Zimmerman! You found yourself a mistress!" I irritatedly yanked her free. "Mistress? There was never anything between us, was there? Or are you saying that we're legally bound through a five-dollar marriage certificate?"

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

The flames danced in the darkness, devouring every last trace of Alessia Moretti. The only thing I kept was my violin. The 1920s Italian instrument that had been with me since childhood was one of the few things that was truly mine. As I watched the fire die down, I felt a sense of relief I had never known before. Alessia Moretti was dead. As dawn broke, I got into the car that would take me to the airport. Just as we pulled up, I saw a familiar black Maserati pulling away from another terminal. Dante was back.

"Really? Are you sure? This new guy's way better than any man you've known. I promise, once you try him, you'll never forget it." I felt like I was about to vomit and took a few steps back. "Well, have fun then." Melanie blinked innocently. "Alright, I'll just enjoy him myself." As soon as the reunion banquet ended, she swaggered off without a care. The live comments freaked out. "It's over! Melanie plans to spend the whole night with that new gigolo. She'll definitely get pregnant, and then she'll just wait for Yvonne to start showing so she can frame her!"

“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

“I will deal with Monalisa later but for now, I have a way to lure out Elijah.” “What way, boss??” “First, I need you to find out the current location of Adaline and do that as soon as possible.” I said. “Ohhhh, this is getting interesting.” Grey said. I picked up my gun and shot his leg as he screamed in pain. “The next time I tell you to be quiet, I'll silence you up myself.” I threatened with a glare. “I'll do that right away, boss.” A few seconds later, Sergio told me the location of my Mother and apparently that bastard Elijah brought her back to Italy after her treatment.