Novel & Cerita Vanessa Redgrave And Franco Nero

Richard ordered, his voice baritone, cold, and full of absolute emphasis. Sean nodded respectfully. "Understood, Sir. Everything will be settled before departure time." Without anyone realizing it, behind the slightly open crack of the study door, Vanessa stood with her breath held. Her pair of eyes flashed sharply, and a cunning smile slowly etched onto her lips that were painted with bright red lipstick. *Milan...? This is the golden opportunity I've been waiting for all this time,* Vanessa cursed in her heart, her fingers squeezing the edge of her designer bag tightly. *If Richard keeps avoiding me in New York, then in Milan, I will make sure he will not be able to escape from me again. I

My private phone, the one Nikolai had gotten for me two weeks ago, had about ten messages and five missed calls; Rafael, Nikolai, Lila, and my mother. What the fuck happened again? I opened X instinctively and the first headline I saw made my blood run cold. ‘NIKOLAI VETROV HAD HER FIRST: HOW SERENA VALE WENT FROM VETROV’S SHADOW LOVER TO MORETTI’S ARM CANDY’ The article was brutal.

His eyes searched hers, war colliding with something softer, something rare. He wanted to lock her away. He wanted to burn the world. But he also knew she was right. Finally, with a voice like broken glass, he whispered, “You’ll be the death of me.” “Or the making of you,” she said. The plan was reckless, dangerous and perfect. A high-profile charity gala hosted by one of New York’s elite families, a neutral ground where every Don would have eyes, ears, and cameras trained on them. Bianca would walk in at Matteo’s side, wearing red, the Romano color of vengeance. Red said she was no longer a captive bride, but a queen who dared enemies to touch her.

"Mr. Johnson, Ms. Stewart, the camera Ms.Stone used was a specialized scientific model. All the footage it recorded was encrypted and uploaded in real time, with automatic cloud backup." He pressed play, and the sounds of my desperate pleas for mercy and their vicious mockery played in the speakers: "Ding ding ding! You got it right, so your prize is to have the chance to use your life to win me a research slot! "Only one life in exchange for my bright future! Isn't that sooo worth it?" Luna's face went pale, drained of all color as she started trembling. Meanwhile, Zachary stared straight at the screen, his eyes widening with fear. "I-Impossible…"

I snapped frustratedly. " Baby calm down please ....don't cause a scene this is the happiest day of Red's life , the list we can do is ignore Veronica and her madness " he said and I could see her smirk at me as she winked and Rico . I clenched my fist in anger . " Babe please" frederico pleaded . The garden was filled with guests and doing anything to Veronica there would ruin many things . Who fvcking let a De Nero in the Estate ? I'm definitely dealing with my men tonight " I heard the Don say frustratedly as grace rubbed his arm .

my father said, looking at me, almost daring me to say something. "Mr. Berlusconi, I've conducted thorough research. It turns out that she no longer has a fiancé. You actually returned the money to him two years ago," Bossman informed me, leaving me even more astonished. "Wait, he did research," I asked myself. "I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Gravano," my father said without taking his eyes off me. I turned to Bossman, not wanting to look at that prick, and noticed him calling Samuele over. Samuele handed him a file and walked away.

The TV in the corner flickered to life on its own. I frowned. “Marco?” No answer. The static cleared, replaced by a news broadcast. The anchor’s voice was shaky. “Breaking news tonight, Vanessa Monroe and tech magnate Leonardo Cruz have announced their engagement in a live global stream…” My chest went cold. No. The screen switched to a video feed, Vanessa in white, smiling like the devil she was, hand intertwined with Leo’s. Cameras flashed around them. Her voice was silk and poison. “To those who doubted me, consider this my resurrection.”

“I think I get where you’re going with this. It’s meant to drive him insane. All that white and seeing no color or hearing anything.” Nero grinned. “Bingo. Keep him there for over a year, and he’s out of his mind.” “Why do that when you could just put a bullet in his head?” “What can I say? I like me some slow torture and death.” “You’re fucked in the head.” Two women came on stage then, and I had to fight to keep myself from saying a word. What the fuck was Ravenna doing here, dressed as a stripper? “The one dressed in black, she looks like the type to fight back in bed. It makes it more fun to break them and make them submit. That’s the type I want in my bed.”

Not this. Not a fire-engine red lace set with matching garters. Not the sheer black chemise that promised sin with just a glance. I turned to leave. And slammed straight into someone. The collision shifted my mask. I gasped, grabbing it—but she’d already seen me. Vanessa. She stood poised like a runway model, holding a piece of crimson lingerie that would have a man crawling on his knees. Her brow arched. “Well, well,” she purred. “Shopping for something to seduce Roman with? Trust me, you don’t need all that effort. He prefers his woman stark naked.”

“I’ve seen your photo with Xavier on social media. You and Xavier really are a perfect couple. Mr. Greco will use you as a bargaining chip until Xavier agrees to hand over what we want.” Her breath caught tight in her throat, and for a second, she couldn't swallow. God, she was wrong. Terribly wrong. This man wasn’t Xavier’s henchman. He was a subordinate of Greco Volkov, the leader of Italy's second-largest mafia and the Vanderbilt clan's sworn enemy. Damn it! Were they targeting her just because they thought she was Xavier’s girlfriend and his weakness? “You’re wrong… I’m not Xavier’s girlfriend; there’s no point in doing this to me,” Anna said between gasps of pain.