"I'll work for you under one condition." I say. "What's that?" "You'll marry me", He smirks revealing breathtaking dimples "Are you sure about that?." I pause for a moment then look straight into his eyes "I'm sure." I would marry Giovanni D'Errico and find a way to get back my fortune. Whatever it takes. Emily Rivera is trapped in a loveless marriage of three years with an unfaithful husband which eventually ends up in divorce papers. Devastated and heartbroken, she goes back to her parents' house and is even more devastated when she finds out her father was dead, she is hit with an even more shocking revelation, her father Alfonso Rivera had left behind a billion dollar fortune in her name. She is aghast by this revelation but there's a catch she has to prove that she's worthy enough to inherit this fortune. Giovanni D'Errico an associate of her father in the past is currently handling her father's properties in the meantime. She immediately sees him as a block between her and her fortune. A proposal of marriage brings them closer and Emily is satisfied that she's another step closer to inheriting her fortune. Little did anyone know that this weak girl was the heir to the Rivera Empire. Emily begins to climb up the social ladder. Her empire begins to rise, she was making a name for herself, her ex-husband wants her back. But little did Emily know that things were about to take a sinister turn. She joins hands with Giovanni as they now have a bigger obstacle to face, evil forces who want them dead. What are they after? Emily's fortune. Emily will do whatever it takes to keep her fortune. Will Emily prevail and come out victorious or will she die trying?
view moreI fidgeted restlessly in the plush leather chair, my eyes continuously darting towards the gleaming brass clock adorning Giovanni's desk. Two agonizing hours had gone by in this suffocating silence, the padding of opulent carpets and thick oak paneling seeming to muffle all sound to a deafening hush.Where was he? A series of increasingly unsettling scenarios began to take shape in my mind and the longer I sat alone, the longer the anxiety grew in me.I admonished myself for such ridiculous thoughts and tried to dismiss the insidious tendril of doubt and trepidation working its way deeper into my consciousness. Giovanni had assured me he wouldn't be long, that I would be undisturbed here in his office suite. He wouldn't just leave me stranded like this indefinitely...would he?The soft growling in the pit of my stomach served as an unwelcome reminder that midday had come and gone, I realized that I hadn't had anything to eat, eyed the polished oak sideboard across the room, weighing t
I stare at Russo D'errico in silence, unable to move. I don't know what it was about him but he always made me so nervous. Say something! I willed myself to speak but my tongue refused to move. "Well, well..." Russo's voice oozed with condescending mirth as his pale eyes slowly raked over me with undisguised insolence. "The little American tart who has caused our family such delightful complications."The cutting insult landed like a physical blow, stealing the breath from my lungs and leaving me gaping wordlessly. I watch in confusion. What complications?? awash in shame and indignant fury, as that sickening smirk stretched wider across Russo's features. "That's enough, zio." Giovanni's tone was soft yet laced with an unmistakable edge of quiet menace as he seemingly materialized in the doorway behind his uncle. Russo barely spared him a contemptuous glance over his shoulder, a derisive sneer curling his lip."Feeling protective of your plaything, nipote?" he taunted with an arc
"W-What did you just suggest?" I finally managed to stammer out, hardly able to process the implications behind his blasé statement.He held my wide-eyed stare steadily, utterly unruffled by the bombshell he had just dropped. "I think it may be best if we divorce," Giovanni repeated evenly, each syllable precise and weighted. "I don't want you to be more involved than you already are."A tense, loaded silence stretched between us as his words slowly sank in. I could feel the anger that had been simmering in my veins, momentarily doused by shock, beginning to reignite and threaten to erupt once more.I willed myself to remain outwardly calm through sheer force of will, taking a deep, steadying breath before responding. "No," I said in a tone of forced evenness "I'm not getting a divorce, I don't want it".One of Giovanni's brows arched upwards a fraction, the only outward hint of reaction he displayed. He made no move to reply, simply stood there with an air of infuriatingly nonchala
Salvatore D'Errico stood watching our approach with hooded eyes, his mouth set in a grim line and expression utterly inscrutable. As his piercing stare met mine from across the lobby, a muscle ticked in that severe jawline."What was he doing here?" I thought to myself as my eyes landed on Salvatore D'Errico's tall, imposing figure across the lobby. He was dressed immaculately in a clearly expensive dark suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and long legs. With his chiseled jaw, intense eyes, and meticulous grooming, he looked more like a model.Our gazes met briefly before he coolly looked away, refocusing his attention elsewhere with studied nonchalance. A small crease formed between my brows as confusion swirled within me. Why was Giovanni's half-brother? Then I remembered that Giovanni said he was his lawyer. I cut my eyes towards Giovanni, searching his expression for any hint of clarification, but his features remained a mask of casual indifference. He simply stood beside
With that curt decree, he turned swiftly on his heel and strode back down the hallway, leaving me staring after his retreating form in bemused silence. What was he trying to do? Why all of a sudden? I look back at the computer, I hope he didn't suspect anything. Not like what I was doing was wrong anyways. Following his instructions, I quickly get dressed in black pants trousers and a dark blue silk blouse with a pair of silver heels. I held the table to balance myself while I wore the heels. I let my hair fall in wavy curls past my shoulders and put on light makeup, doing my best to appear polished and professional for...whatever it was that awaited me. I took a black purse and locked my bedroom door carefully. Now I wasn't comfortable with leaving my door open anymore, I wonder why Darva would do that. I felt the heat rise as I remembered the letter she had audaciously brought out last night. What the hell had she been looking for in the room?!! As I hurried downstairs, I found
I tilted my chin, maintaining his smoldering gaze through the haze of desire clouding my senses. "Yes?" I managed to murmur, surprising myself with the husky rasp of my own voice."W-What are you doing?" I whisper. His body was still wet and I feel the wetness as he presses his body onto me. One corner of Giovanni's sensuous mouth curved in a hint of a smile that somehow looked both wicked and profoundly masculine. "Are you sure you want to go?" His words carried the unmistakable lilt of a challenge.Summoning every ounce of willpower, I attempted to project more bravado than I actually felt. "And if I do?" Giovanni's smile deepened, a low rumble sounding deep in his throat - a distinctly predatory sound that caused a shiver of arousal to race down my spine. "Then I'll be forced to pursue more...persuasive methods of changing your mind, principessa."Emily,' he whispered, his voice low and husky. 'Why do you always stare at me like that?'I swallowed hard, my heart racing. 'I-I don
couldn't believe my eyes as I stared at Mia's name flashing on Giovanni's phone. My heart raced, and my mind was flooded with questions. Why was she calling him? I don't know what was wrong with me but I couldn't shake off the feeling of possessiveness that washed over me. Why was I even feeling this way? After what I found out tonight, why do I care who Giovanni is with? I bite my lips and remembered the way he begged me that night and professed his love to me. Now that I think about it, was it even real? Everything seemed like a lie now. I rub my hands on my face. No one had ever affected me the way he did - his very presence seemed to ignite a longing, a yearning for something deeper than just physical desire. As if, in his eyes, I was the only woman who could ever truly captivate him, body and soul. Yet, I couldn't stop feeling this way towards him, I wanted him, I wanted him all to myself. No one had ever made me feel the way he did like I was the only woman he would ever lov
"Who called you just now?" I asked once Giovanni had ended the call, trying to ignore the sense of dread coiling in the pit of my stomach.He paused, that ruggedly handsome face an inscrutable mask. "Someone from work."My eyes narrowed infinitesimally. "Your...other work?" I say referring to maybe his "illegal" mafia work. I don't know, he could be cutting and boiling people's body parts for all I knew. The weighted silence that stretched between us spoke volumes. Giovanni held my gaze for a moment before giving the barest shake of his head, declining to offer any further explanation.Tendrils of unease snaked through me as I studied the harsh angles of his chiseled visage. "I want to know more about it," I pressed. "About your family." I say hoping he wouldn't brush me off. I was probably testing but at this point I just had to know. A muscle feathered along his jaw as he struggled for composure. "It's better if you stay out of it, principessa." His deep timbre caressed the endear
"Why do you live like this?" I asked, my voice a tremulous whisper. "Why did you deceive me?" I ask him, he wasn't looking at me this time, instead his eyes were trained downwards staring at something on the floor. ""Was Russo...was he the one sending those threats? Was he behind my mother's death?" I asked anxiously. At this moment I had thought that I was about to get the answers to all my questions but somewhere in the back of my mind, I didn't want it to be true. Please, I begged silently, let it not be true."No."A profound sense of strange relief washed over me but it was quickly replaced by a fresh wave of dread. If not Russo, then who? My mind raced with more and more questions. Giovanni's jaw tightened, his eyes haunted. His gruff tone dripped with a strange fusion of anguish and protectiveness."I...I didn't mean for you to witness something like this." He raked a hand roughly through his dark locks, every muscle in his chiseled frame taut with tension. A guttural curse tu
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