Vanessa Redgrave And Franco Nero の小説・ストーリー

“Yes, cancel the orchids, the roses are fine. No, we are not serving foie gras at the charity dinner. Do I look like someone who enjoys goose liver?” Elena shot him a look. “You’ve never even tried foie gras.” Nico gasped. “Excuse me, I’m a man of refined taste. I had it once in Paris.” She smirked. “At McDonald’s?” “Details, Elena. Details.” Meanwhile, Grayson was storming into Wolfe Enterprises, Jessica at his heels. “You missed two interviews last week,” Jessica snapped, flipping through her tablet in a hurry. “The board is sharpening knives, Ava is whispering poison into shareholders’ ears, and the New York Times wants to know if you’ve been domesticated.”

Vito set his glass down with a sharp clink and straightened. "Call Luca and the rest of the crew. We're hitting that shipyard tonight. I want this operation buried before sunrise." Marco nodded, already sending out orders. As the room buzzed with activity, Vito glanced over at the window once again. His face, a shadow of his very own ambition, gazed back at him in spectral form. "Carla," he whispered quietly, "do you want war? Fine. You won't be around for its end, however. Carla stood amidst the shadows of towering shipping containers, her eyes scanning the organized chaos of her men loading crates of weapons onto waiting trucks. The distant sound of waves crashing against the docks was a s

I remembered Nero telling me he didn’t trust him and that he didn’t think Marco was qualified to be Nico’s advisor. Greta Conti was his sister, and Nero had rejected her several times. Apparently, there was no DeLuca brother she hadn’t tried to sleep with, including the late Adrian and Enzo. She had, however, slept with Nico when he couldn’t keep it in his pants. She and her brother probably had beef with Nero because of his refusal to accept Marco’s expertise and the many times he had rejected Greta. I remembered how everyone thought Greta and Nero were endgame.

Elena POV Vanessa was crying and I'd never seen anything like it before, never seen someone break down so completely, and tears were streaming down her face while her whole body shook with sobs. "I just wanted to finish our work," Vanessa said and her voice was broken and raw. "Everything I did, all of it, I just wanted to make her proud." She was talking about Grace. After forty years she was still trying to make a dead woman proud. I watched from where I was still strapped to the table and I felt something strange twist in my chest because this was the woman who'd tried to experiment on my babies, who'd murdered Grace and probably Sophia too, who'd ruined so many lives.

“For now, we wait for her to be crowned.” A week later, the day of the eclipse... Jubilant music played as everyone waited for the coronation. The ball room was filled with demons enjoying their blood wine. On the other hand, Veronica Vane was on her chamber waiting for her to be called by Lilith. She was standing in front of a huge mirror wearing a black ball gown, with that perfectly sits on her curves, the gown has thin golden vines around it, glittered that shines whenever any light reflects on it. Her hair tied into a curled plait bun, some strands of her cascading by her rosy cheeks, and her lips colored as red as cherry. A smile curved on her lips as she curls the hair cascading by he

I tried to keep my expression stoic as I told him what had happened. "I killed Francesco and Lucia," I said, my voice hard. "Francesco was wired, Vincent listened to the entire exchange. I rushed back to get to Sophia, but Vincent and his men had already been there. Clarence is dead. Giorgio is hurt, but he'll live. And Sophia," my voice faltered, "Sophia is missing. Vincent took her." He tilted his head slightly, his glasses catching the light and obscuring his expression. His voice was low but firm as he replied to my distress, "We'll get her back - I promise." A steely resolve was apparent in his voice.