Vita Nostra Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry but I am a bit scared of the whole thing." His gaze was steady and unwavering. "Don't be scared and you won't be recognized. You are not going as Chiara Moretti, the presumed dead heiress. You are going as Miss Viviana Marino." He paused, letting the new name settle between us. "A businesswoman who has just returned to Italy. Someone with the best wine production in the whole of Southern Europe, a true connoisseur of the finer things, and not just that, she is also a remarkable tech engineer, with a keen interest in the future of artificial intelligence. A visionary, a woman of both wealth and intellect, with an air of quiet power."

“He didn’t.” Giovanni nodded. “The Vitale were the first family to come up in Chicago, but sometimes families die out. Laureano Vitale has only one heir.” Giovanni’s eyes met mine. “Arabella, you are the last Vitale, the last of the bloodline. Like royalty, we pass the mantle down to our children, not outsiders. Your union will join the two families and make us the most powerful family in Chicago.” “He offered a merger?” I asked, understanding. The family had thinned through the generations, and I was all that remained. “To his greatest enemy?”

Vincent said if you hadn't denied you feeling I would have succumbed mine and move on with my life. moreover, if Andrew liked you, he wouldn't have made a move on me. Vincent continued how dare you??? she screamed you are attracting unnecessary audience. Vincent said while looking at some employees that clustered at her door. Do you know what I did before you got these your job? after I picked you from that dump and made you who you are now, this is how you repay me??? she asked

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

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.

“What’s your name?” “Vale Barretta.” “You tell anyone about this Vale, I’ll kill you.” “I’ve no doubt of it. I’ll return the favor if you tell anyone about me.” “Denero e potere.” Money and power. The organization’s motto. Vale nodded. “Deneor e potere.” “Come on,” Luca hissed, “let’s get out of here.” And we did.

________________________ From: Luca Venturi Subject: Conditions Date: August 23, 2021, 15:42 To: Vanessa Maddison My Dearest Vanessa, I am afraid this request you have made is not mine to decide upon. This is a decision Giovanni and Rosalia must make together as father and daughter. I would prefer you to keep your distance and not disrupt Rosalia’s life as she is having a difficult time as it is coping under these circumstances here in Italy.

CATARINA'S POV Usually, Catarina and her mother Iris would share a large bowl of vegetable soup from the cauldron in the brothel kitchens. It never had any herbs or meat. It was just broth and the cheapest produce from the market. However, one night they received a bowl with chunks of savory venison and large slices of buttered bread. One of the most frequent customers, a member of the clergy in the Vatican City, adored Iris. As a result, he started making monthly payments specifically for Iris to eat better, sleep better, and most importantly, see no other customers.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama NINETEEN LAURA I was making some research on my laptop about the couple's that was about to wed and I found some interesting things about the groom though and I'm getting Information about it. I stood up to get myself a glass of wine before my phone rang and I quickly picked it up after checking the caller ID and it a call from Vendetta.

She turned to the second page and continued reading. ‘So Velenoso married a woman of Italian origin and was ready to take the oath (omerta) in their language. The Omerta is an extraordinary ritual where Velenoso cut his hand and spilled his blood to show He wouldn't fear spilling blood to protect his soldiers when the time comes.’