Vanessa Redgrave And Franco Nero Novels & Stories

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.

She knows. Damian is losing his grip. “Interesting, isn’t it?” Celeste murmurs beside me, her phone glowing with fresh intel. “She’s pushing him now, pressing where it hurts. He doesn’t even realize how fragile he is.” I glance at Celeste’s screen. A bank transaction, hidden under layers of offshore accounts. The recipient’s name makes my stomach twist. “Are you sure this is her?” I ask, my voice low. “Positive,” Celeste replies. “Vanessa has been moving money to someone who used to work under Damian. And not just anyone.” She taps the screen. “Meet Elias Grant.”

“Because you deserve the world, Grace.” Adrian and Grace were oblivious to the shadow that loomed over their paradise. Vanessa, unrepentant and consumed by bitterness, had tracked them to Diani. Her twisted plan was set in motion: she would drug Adrian, fake a night of intimacy with him, and leak the scandalous footage to the public. It was her desperate attempt to ruin his life and reclaim what she believed was hers. Vanessa checked into a nearby resort, blending seamlessly with other tourists. She had spent weeks planning her move, meticulously crafting every detail. Armed with a potent sedative and the latest camera equipment, she waited for the perfect moment to strike.

"Camera is not good for new born babies... Tell him to call after eighteen years..." He said. Grace slapped his arm. "Don't be mean..." She pushed him aside and showed her babies to Vlad. Vlad smiled looking at the babies. "They are so cute, Grace." Vera exclaimed. "Aren't they?... I am in love with them." Grace chuckled. "Finally Russian blood mixed with Italian... What you gonna do about it, Marino..." Vlad mocked Dominick. "Who told you Grace is Russian?" Dom replied with arrogance. "Yeah, okay guys... I need to rest. I'll call you later Vera..."

Murmurs rippled through the group. "He's telling the truth," Kyle said quietly beside Natzy. She turned to him. "What?" "He's a genius," Kyle said, his gaze fixed on Naro. "He sees patterns most people don't." "A game?" Natzy repeated, skeptical. "VEDRAH is a trial ground," Kyle said. "We're judged here. Hunted by what we've done. The worst of what we are." Natzy's chest tightened. 'Hunted by my crimes.' The words echoed in her mind.

"I've already forgiven you, Vanessa. So, why don't we let bygones be bygones?" I gazed at her in silence, recalling what had happened a year ago. The Giovanni family had hosted a charity banquet that night. Vivianne had gone onstage to play the piano while I stood by Matteo. He had then publicly announced that he was going to fund Vivianne's art project. When Matteo personally put that pink diamond necklace on Vivanne's neck, the media journalists had taken countless pictures. It made headlines with the title "Is Vivianne Sadler Seducing Her Own Future-Brother-In-Law?".

He looked like an accountant for the fucking afterlife. "Vane," I rasped, my throat bone – dry. "The Queen herself," Vane murmured, stepping into the harsh light. He held a small, silver remote control in his hand. "Franco is a pathetic sentimentalist. He fell in love with your little 'evolution.' He saw a woman breaking his game and thought it was beautiful. I see it as a structural failure. A game that can be mastered is a game that is broken."

But beneath that softness lived the same man who once burned his own wedding contract. “You’re quiet,” he said. “Just watching them.” “You always do when something’s about to change.” Before I could answer, Vanessa appeared, radiant in a white pantsuit that clashed beautifully with her signature dark lipstick. She grabbed the mic from the DJ and tapped it twice. “Alright, people! Before we all go back to eating enough sugar to kill a cow,” she grinned, “I have an announcement!” Adrian groaned. I smirked. “I said yes!” Vanessa yelled, flashing a diamond the size of a grape.

she said, hardly remembering what had happened to the young girl a few months ago Rosana sighed and took a deep breath before she continued. "You see, Andrea is a billionaire, and his wealth has made him a target for criminals who see Vanessa as a way to extort money from him. Over the years, there have been several incidents where individuals or groups have tried to kidnap Vanessa, hoping to gain a hefty ransom in return for her safe release. There was even a case when Andrea himself was almost kidnapped."