Vanessa Redgrave And Franco Nero Novels & Stories

He held out his hand, his eyes glittering with the triumph of a man who had successfully replaced a soul with a silhouette. ​"You look like a goddess of the New World, Nora," Vane V murmured as she reached the bottom. He leaned in, his breath cold against her ear. "The cameras are live in thirty countries. The 'Wilder-Vane' merger is the most anticipated event of the decade. Don't let a stray thought about the stables ruin the rating." ​Nora didn't answer. She looked past him, through the towering glass doors that led to the courtyard. There, in the freezing mud and the torchlight, was Julian Graves.

Gracko scoffed, his voice laced with disdain. Gracko's voice dripped with malevolence, his words hanging in the air like a malignant promise. "You are mistaken. I haven't even started punishing you. When I do, you won't even have the strength to ask for forgiveness." His eyes seemed to gleam with an unholy light, his chiseled features twisted into an evil smile that sent shivers down Vanessa's spine.

“The attack wasn’t yours.” Nazyr exhaled once, sharp and displeased. “It never is when cowards hide behind my name.” Vincenzo’s mouth curved slightly. “Viktor Orlov.” A pause. Then: “Dead,” Nazyr said. Not a promise. A schedule. “They crossed my borders,” Vincenzo continued. “Used Bianca Romano as leverage. Left messages meant to confuse Antonio.” “They failed,” Nazyr replied. “Antonio confuses himself well enough.”

Frances smiled through most of it, but she couldn’t help herself. “You look thinner, Vince. Too much work?” “Too much Oswald,” Vincenzo muttered playfully, before taking a sip of tea. At the sound of the name, Lord Dino groaned. “Don’t remind me. That boy has gone completely stupid.” Lady Frances turned sharply. “Dino—” “Oh, don’t ‘Dino’ me, Frances,” he snapped lightly. “He offered a multi-million dollar reward for a maid. A maid! While a woman like Queen Wilberforce practically bathes in his shadows.”

His presence commands attention, and I can’t help but feel small in comparison. “Everything set?” Nero asks, his tone more businesslike now. “Yeah,” Creed replies, his voice deep and gravelly. “Nova’s on her way. My family’s ready to back us up if we need it.” Nero nods, then turns to me. “Creed, this is Camellia.”

Vanessa is not an exception. "Get to the point." "Vanessa is a prolific photographer." He says. "Despite her success, the photography money is so little. She had to get a side hustle. And that's how she crossed paths with Luca. Unfortunately, she was recently caught with a bag of cocaine on a plane." "What?" I'm shocked. "Why didn't I find this information on the internet when I searched for her name?" "It's because you searched Vanessa." He says. "I searched "Green Criminal Italy" and it brought her mugshots. She calls herself "Essa" in Italy." Definitely wasn't expecting to find out she's a drug dealer."

Francisco grins trying to glam the old man. Calvin could give more than that to his granddaughter so he wasn't impressed until he met the man. "Do you think that Lawson will be fooled by you? I know my granddaughter." Calvin smirks. Vanessa has Ivanov blood through her veins and killing is just a small thing to them. Vanessa isn't easily fooled though she doesn't have her memories. "You don't even know your own daughter Francisco." Calvin smirked.

Cassandra mouthed and gave Grace a face that would make her just spill, but Grace was adamant at first. She really didn't know anything about the so-called man, so she really had nothing to say or explain for now; all she knew was that he was his KING. “As I said earlier, I really don't have anything to say, but I just met my King yesterday, and I don't think I will be continuing with the deal with Alpha Redford anymore.” Grave announced. Earlier, she had told Cassandra she should make sure the file was available so she could sign; now she was saying otherwise.

Her head stayed bowed. "Do you know why you are here?" Rafael asked. Viola’s fingers tightened together. "No, sir," she whispered. A soft, disbelieving sound left Vanessa’s mouth, but she didn’t speak. Rafael let out a slow breath. "Last night, Giovanni Belladonna extended his hand in front of the entire room," he said. "He is the heir to one of the strongest Italian families. A man of power. And you ran away from him in the middle of the dance floor like a frightened child."

I smirked. Vanessa's gaze flitted through the sneering crowd before she turned tail and ran out. I was on cloud nine. “That was glorious.” Grace squeezed me into a side hug. “You never fail to amaze me, Celeste.” “I can’t take all the credit.” I said as I watched Vanessa retreat. “I wouldn’t have known to look if you hadn’t told me what James said.” Grace beamed at me. “We’ll all remember tonight as the greatest takedown in history.”