Violetta Idv Novels & Stories

-Sofia, what are you waiting for to divorce? His voice was soft, but his words echoed like a thunderbolt. I remained frozen, unable to answer. -It's not that simple, Julien, I ended up whispering, looking down. He took a step towards me, taking my hands in his. His fingers were hot, reassuring, but his gaze was piercing. - Why not ? You are unhappy with him, Sofia. I see him in your eyes every time you talk to me about him. You deserve better. You deserve to be loved for what you are.

Viola McCoy The air in the room is heavy as I stare down at the blinking keypad. Three attempts left. Julian’s birthday. I whisper the numbers as Logan types them in, his brows furrowed. Zero-three, zero-eight, nineteen-ninety-one. The safe blinks red. Incorrect. "Okay," I say, exhaling through my nose"Try her birthday—Cicily’s." He doesn’t hesitate. Zero-four, zero-five, nineteen-sixty-seven.

was a word far fetched from how I was feeling. Her hair clung to her neck, dripping wet, and a towel barely covering her curves wrapped around her breast. Her figure was so obvious. Fucking tempting. My jaw slackened, and my eyes traced every drop of water that glistened on her skin. Violet! Was this a dream? The red hair, those thighs. My gaze flickered to her face. Hazel green eyes peered into mine. I could swear that every damn feature of hers spoke Violet aside from her eyes. They were the only thing that spelled Sophia Crane.

" The distaste in my voice was as clear as water and I know he doesn't miss it either. His eyes soften whilst he slowly walks over to me. I hold up my hand as he kneels beside me, reaching out for me. "You better explain, Joshua." My words could cut through steel if I wanted to. I made sure to get rid of all the emotions, in my voice, which were seering in my stomach. "Bella, she's nothing to me. She's just a face for the public, so they don't get suspicious." His voice is one of a father talking to it's child. He must think I'm completely stupid to fall for this bullshit. He told me, 'only me'. Tonight did not say, only me. That other woman is not me- obviously.

"I am Valentina Brown. I would like to tell you that whatever you say, no matter how bad it is, stays between us and in this room. Either that is about someone you know is involved in the mafia or a murder you have committed. I know you have signed the documents but I just wanted to let you know. You are my only responsibility. And I have given therapy to many other people involved in the mafia, in the past." "Um, okay." I rubbed my neck nervously which she didn't miss. "Can you introduce yourself?" "Sure. Um, you already know my name. It's Vivianna. And um- Vivianna Violet, to be exact. And uh, uh, um I am here for... therapy?" I blabbered, not knowing what else to say. She chuckled. "Okay.

Her hand deftly fished out a file from her briefcase and set them on the table for the young duchess. "I have compiled some profiles using a private service under an alias," she said. "I made sure that it was a hundred percent untraceable before submitting the request, and these are what I have got so far." Violet picked up the file and opened it. There were printed documents of women with their backgrounds and photographs attached. Shirley stood, waiting with her heart in her throat as the Duchess flipped through each one of them. Her face was unreadable. A moment later, Violet put the file down and pushed it back to her secretary.

Never did he start something without my consent. “Who is the person that did the magic here?” I asked him. Roman looked at me curiously because it was such a random question. “Her name is Violet Vittori. Have you ever heard of Vittori Enterprises?” he asked me. I nodded my head. Who didn’t know of it? The multi-billion-dollar company. They had the corner market in the tech industry. They were pioneers with products that were some next-generation models and unmatched by other companies. “Violet is the mate of, and married to, Enzo Vittori, CEO of Vittori Enterprises. She’s a powerful hybrid – Fae and werewolf. Why do you ask?”

“It would give you more power and more warehouses over in Italy.” I slowly dropped my hands, scoffing under my breath. “Then what about Araceli?” He smiled instantly, already assuming I was agreeing with his stupid idea. “You can let her rot there, or after you destroy the Bellandis for insulting your reputation, you can turn her into the Orlov family’s whore.” “GET OUT!!!” I growled violently, slamming my fist against the desk hard enough for the wood to crack slightly beneath it. Violetta jerked back in fear from the sound, instantly straightening up as she hurried towards the door.

Rolling down the window, I ask "Who are you and why do you want to talk to me?" "My name is Violetta. I'm Tommaso's mother. Can we talk?" What? ****************************************************

Violet had an idea and brightened. She turned around smilingly and went back to her house. When she returned to Carl's villa, she was dressed as a man. She looked very handsome with her short hair and casual outfit. At the door, she was stopped by a bodyguard. "What is your name?" "Vincent Cooper." "Identity card." Violet took out her wallet and handed an identity card to the bodyguard. She was already used to making fake identity cards.