Novel & Cerita Victoria Salvatore

Victoria said coldly, "You're an ambitious, fickle villain that I'll never trust again. Others might not know about the things you did before becoming a monk, but I know everything. You've been heartless, so don't blame me for returning the favor." Matthias' face darkened. "Victoria, do you really want to burn bridges with me?" She ignored him completely, turning instead to Scarlett. "Listen closely, you little wretch. Your current stepmother, Maurice's second wife, Mia Hernandez, from the Southern Wilds, isn't the wealthy heiress she claims to be."

"She's under your protection? That one person who only existed just to kill you? I am the one who's protecting you this entire time. A simple thank you will suffice your highness." Her velvety voice held controlled anger. Cory steeled himself to stop his hands from touching her body or else it would be too late for Victoria. He wanted her to lash at him. By doing this, all her bottled emotions would not weigh her down anymore. "I. Saved. You. Corean Shuia Eckrett. Not her, not them, but for me. So be a good boy and show me some gratitude." Victoria kissed his sharp right jaw harshly. No, she nipped his jaw with her teeth. The little tease above him enjoyed his torment. Clenching his fists un

The image is so them. "And the other women? They never confuse them?" "Even Perle, Victorio's wife, claims to distinguish them by smell. She says Alessandro smells of leather and cigar, Auracio Junior of old paper and strong coffee, and Salvador of expensive soap and carefreeness. As for Giulia… poor thing, she is still lost half the time. She caught Victorio, whom she thought was Salvador, going through the estate accounts last week. She made an epic scene, until the real Salvador returned from town. They laughed all evening. Madmen."

Two million dollars for one year of work. I signed. "Excellent." The woman collected the papers with obvious satisfaction. "My name is Victoria. I am the personal assistant to Eleanora Marchetti, the woman you will be impersonating whenever required." The name hit me like a physical blow to the chest. Eleanora Marchetti was one of the most famous socialites in the world, heir to a shipping fortune, regularly featured in tabloids for her glamorous lifestyle and her notoriously private marriage to tech billionaire Alessandro Marchetti.

After a few minutes, she began to enjoy the heat emanating from him in the cold night, then, her breathing evened and she slept off. Salvatore couldn't forget the first day he saw Velda. He sensed her, heard her before he saw her. She was arguing with her brother at a party. It seemed like they had fought for the Alpha title and she had lost. His first reaction was WOW! A woman that dared to fight for the Alpha position, his type of woman. The argument was beginning to escalate as he heard glass shattering. He rushed over to the scene only to see a red-haired vixen struggling with a guy who he had presumed was her brother. She punched his nose while others tried to get her off him. She had a

Pop. Viktor's head jolted back with the impact, his eyes widening and his skin turned pale from the bullet to his head. Silence filled the other end of the phone. But I knew he heard it. “What makes you think I won't kill her now,” Salvatore's voice was rougher and darker.

“I will kill you, I don’t care how strong you are…” “I’m not going to hurt her,” I said, stopping her. “How did this happen?” “Glass,” the woman said. “A window broke. She fell.” The cut was too deep for a street dressing. It needed stitches. I pulled my phone out and Marcel shook his head at me. “Alexander, I know that you want to do this, but you are going to start a problem.” He said quietly. “If you call a pack doctor directly, someone will ask who authorized it.”

"I haven’t asked his name yet, but he’s got the thickest cock I’ve ever seen.” I nearly choked. The woman laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a fresh pulse of heat through me. She adjusted herself properly in the seat opposite, crossing her long legs. “I'm Victoria. On business from New York. And from the look of things, this trip just got a hell of a lot more interesting.” Her gaze dropped to my crotch again. “Jesus, that thing is impressive even through your pants. Mind if I get a closer look?” Sophie reached over without waiting for my answer, unzipping me again. My huge cock sprang free, still slick from her spit. Victoria’s eyes widened with genuine hunger.

She says, and I shrug. "Actually, Celia Clementine." She says, and I freeze. "You saved my life, Viola." She says, like it is explanation enough, and my heart begins to pound, my ears, hot. "Please, don't name her after me, I am nothing special, please don. . " I stammer, heaving.

Manzella reminded him. Giuliano chuckled evilly. "That's if they know who did it... I have a plan, Manzella, but it's still yet a plan...still cooking. They won't know what hit them until it's too late," He took a drag from his cigar again, and exhaled rings of smoke. "You know, I once fancied his mother, yeah, the Mafusia?" He smiled lecherously. "But Salvatore stole her from me. That sly fox with all his charms.”