Novel & Cerita Vanessa Redgrave And Franco Nero

It stretched for several seconds before Stefano asked, “Is she in any danger? How did this happen?” “It’s connected to Alexander Vanderbilt’s ex-wife, Serena,” Renzo replied grimly. “Chiara was determined to marry Alexander. Serena’s parents found out… and in the confrontation, Chiara was pushed.” On the other end, Stefano rose slowly from his chair. Beyond the tall windows of his villa, the morning light poured over the olive groves like honey, but his eyes were distant, hard. He didn’t speak for several moments. When he finally did, his voice was low and deliberate.

I leaned back against the headboard, stroking my thick length slowly, eyes devouring them. They were so fucking sexy. I crooked a finger at the tall brunette. She sank to her knees instantly, hungry and obedient, wrapping her lips around me and sinking down until her throat squeezed every inch. She bobbed fast, gagging wetly, saliva dripping down my shaft as she deepthroated me with desperate skill. My phone rang. Ferrante. I answered. "What." I tried to talk through this pleasure I was feeling. "Caruso has made contact with the Vanchis in the last hour." Ferrante's voice was careful. "Whatever he's planning, he's not planning it alone."

Dante continued, a cold, mocking smirk playing on his lips. "An offshore account in the Cayman Islands, registered under your name, received exactly fifty thousand dollars yesterday morning," Dante said. "Fifty thousand dollars," Rocco repeated, letting out a dark, lethal chuckle. "You sold your sister and our heirs for the price of a mid-tier sports car, Vanessa," Rocco added. Vanessa went completely still. Her performance of innocent terror completely fractured, her mouth hanging open as she stared at Dante. Then, her face twisted into a mask of pure, ugly rage.

_____ The venue was dripping in wealth—chandeliers spilling golden light across the marble floors, an orchestra playing softly in the background, and guests draped in designer labels. Evander kept his hand firmly on my lower back as we entered, exuding confidence. I followed his lead, chin high, matching his energy. Then I saw them. Cassandra and Grace. Cassandra stood near the bar, her dress a deep, striking red—fitting for someone who thrived on destruction. Her gaze met mine, and her lips curled into a smirk. Grace was beside her, whispering something that made Cassandra’s smirk widen. Evander’s fingers pressed lightly against my spine, grounding me.

Norah looked from the screen to Ivana Rossi, the public relations manager for ‘Gritti International Bank’, then back to the screen. “‘Questa è lei, non è così?’ (This is you, isn’t it?)” Ivana prodded in Italian. ‘What the hell is going on here? And she’s talking in Italian… Why?’ Her brain was having a hard time understanding… finding the right words to create a phrase… to give these people a logical explanation of what she was seeing on that damn screen. Cold sweat coated her skin. Air wouldn’t squeeze past her locked throat, let alone words.

Vincenzo stood, wiped the corner of his mouth with a devilish grin, and kissed Noel full on the lips. “You taste like forever.” “God, you’re so cheesy…” “You said you wanted to relieve tension.” “I meant go bowling or something!” Vincenzo laughed loudly. Suddenly, a voice came through the curtain. “Gentlemen?” Francesca. “Do you need help choosing between lapel widths or are you redesigning the Kama Sutra in there?” Noel blushed so hard he almost combusted. “Coming!” Vincenzo yelled, and then winked at Noel. “In multiple ways.”

Zahara shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever. I don't care. I have made myself clear for what I want." Zahara exclaimed looking at the box in Nicholas's pocket. A knock resonated in the room as Zahara and Nicholas looked at the entrance. Red hair of Vanessa greeted them as she walked inside elegantly. Her ruby-colored dress brought the greens of her eyes prominently. Her small waist was wrapped with thick velvet golden ribbon and the off-shoulder dress flowed down kissing the floor. The diamond necklace glistened on her slender neck.

Unknown: “Enjoy your briefing? Victor’s very thorough. But there’s one thing he can’t prepare you for: me. See you Friday, darling. - Vanessa” My blood runs cold. She’s going to be at the gala. Adrian’s elegant, dangerous ex. And she’s already planning something.

Her red dress shimmered under the dim light of the crystal lamp, sending out small flashes of red, like tiny flames. — You want to humiliate him before killing him? —Vanessa asked with a sharp smile. Bianchi observed her with interest. Vanessa seemed to relish the thought of his plan against Moretti. — I want his name to become synonymous with failure before his body hits the ground, —he responded, looking at Dino’s young lover with approval. Dino narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. — Fine… —he said—. Speak, Bianchi. What do you have in mind?

Vanessa continued speaking like a professional host. “Tonight we’re inside the home of the famous billionaire Alexander Wolfe and his brand-new wife, Amara Cole.” My pulse raced. “How many people are watching this?” I asked quietly. Vanessa shrugged. “Thousands.” The cameraman zoomed closer. Alexander’s voice turned cold. “You’re committing multiple crimes right now.” Vanessa ignored him. Instead, she held up her phone toward the camera. “Many of you already know the scandal surrounding Mr. Wolfe’s offshore accounts.” My chest tightened.