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ELEVEN.
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Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress TWELVE.
I stifle a yawn, brushing a hand over my weary face as I stretch my aching limbs. Slowly rising to an upright position, the sound of chains rubbing together fills the small, elegant room. Clink, Clink, Clink… I shake my hand that is cuffed to the bedpost above my head. Turning my body in an awkward position, I knock harshly on the wall three times with my free hand. I pause. And then I knock another three times, but quicker and louder this time around. The door to the room flies open seconds later. And the early morning sun strikes me like a beam of light as it shines through the large window on the opposite side of my room—instantly blinding me. Riccardo had me brought to this room yesterday after I spent the entire night and all yesterday in the abandoned wine cellar. I believe Don Valentino uses the cellar for his enemies. Specifically, when his business deals turn gnarly. After I had called him an arse hole, Don Valentino crushed his lips against mine, stealing my breath
Huling Na-update : 2023-06-09Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress THIRTEEN.
“Why not? She deserves to know that her mother isn't coming back any time soon to tuck her in at night.” I do my best to keep my voice down, so Savannah can’t hear me. “Don’t you think she deserves to grieve?” My voice cracks as my own memories of my mother dying at a young age hit me. I look over my shoulder and my eyes clash with Savannahs’. They are filled with sadness. Defeat and confusion. Her eyes are a direct line to her emotions, showcasing that she is struggling to conceal them at such a tender age.Her eyes should be filled with Joy. Curiosity, and pure happiness. My heartaches and for the life of me, I can’t fathom why Don Valentino hasn't sat Savannah down and explained everything to her in a way that she will understand.One of the worst feelings is waiting for someone who will never show up. You don't know what to expect, and it creates a hole in your soul for your anxiety to manifest. He casually takes another puff of his cigarette, removing his shades, and he nods
Huling Na-update : 2023-06-09Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FOURTEEN.
My eyes snap open.Dread seeps from my pores.Clawing at my neck, I struggle to fill my lungs with air. I sit up and ultimately realise that I'm no longer in the same room. I'm in another room that's been dimmed of its natural light as the large maroon curtains have been pulled shut. I concentrate on trying to elevate my breathing. In through the nose and out through the mouth.What kind of screwed-up dream was that? I think to myself, feeling like I’m going to be sick.I brush my hand over my sweat-coated face and groan. My body aches. My muscles are screaming in agony as if I've just completed a marathon. Which, is ironic. Because I've never run a day in my life. Well, not by choice anyway.I persist in the act of blinking. I flutter my lashes in a butterfly effect, basking in the first rays of daylight. Through the slender opening of the lavish drapes, a beam of radiant light filters in, casting a luminous white glow upon the foot of the expansive bed where I presently occupy.
Huling Na-update : 2023-06-10Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIFTEEN.
***FLASHBACK*** ***Eleven Years Ago*** It was like any other day. A normal day walking home after netball practice. Well, that’s what I had thought as I took a shortcut home through our local playground with my headphones shoved deep into my ears. The sun was starting to descend, and I was in a rush to make it home in time for dinner, Mum was making her famous fish pie. Netball practice had run a little late due to Martha Simon showing up late and pissing coach Kirsty off, which meant we all had to run laps around the court once training was done, and Martha lost her captain title. What should have been a joyful moment when the captain title was passed on to me, wasn’t. Martha was pissed and made it clear as day that she was going to deal with me later. Unbeknownst to me, I had no idea that she meant she was going to get me that day. I didn’t sense them approaching me from behind. It wasn’t until I found myself falling face-first to the ground that I realised I was being a
Huling Na-update : 2023-06-11Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SIXTEEN.
“Oh, my god, Ivy…” Lowering her gaze to the ground, she whispers, placing a hand over her heart. “I am. I'm so sorry.” Her voice is raw and brimming with unsaid emotion.If I had a dollar for the number of times someone offered me their sympathy, I’d be living in a penthouse in the CBD.“Don’t be, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s not like you were there.” I pick up the glass of water that remains on the bedside table. “It happened eleven years ago. It’s a distant recollection stuck in the back of my head, infusing itself with the rest of the bad memories I have.” I say as I toss the rest of the water back in one gulp. An awkward silence lingers between us. It’s the kind of silence that I expect every time I open up about my past. It leaves people speechless and occasionally, it’s the only kind of response I need.Because fuck trying to dive deep into my traumatised past, digging through the skeletons hidden in my closet. I knew from the moment that the tip of my sculpture knif
Huling Na-update : 2023-06-12Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SEVENTEEN.
I remain silent as I suddenly feel like I’ve lost all ability to speakMy eyes dart between each set of eyes looking back at me, and I swallow thickly.Out of all the rooms in the villa, why did I have to end up here, in his office?He stands up by the grace of God. Buttoning up his suit jacket and his eyes never leave mine. “Clear the room!” He growls in a dark voice that sends a delicious line of chills down my spine. “As you wish,” I sigh with a gust of relief exiting my body.Quickly turning around, I yank the door open, ready to get the hell out of there. “Not you, farfalla!” He roars, compelling me to stop dead in my tracks.My limbs are being robbed of their strength, and I quickly find myself drowning in an endless sea of comprehension.'Shit!' I curse under my breath, and ever so slowly, I turn back around to face him, moving out of the way so his men can exit the office. The moment his men clear the office, he crosses the room, closing the distance between us like a hurr
Huling Na-update : 2023-06-12Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress EIGHTEEN.
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO: I bask in the cool water as it rains upon us. Ivys’ body temperature has skyrocketed, causing her skin to burn with fever and act out deliriously. “Please, stop… it hurts, it hurts…” She whimpers, clawing at my suit jacket fiercely. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' I dare to question my own sanity. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't feel compelled to hold her tightly under the cool shower to bring her fever down. She is the enemy. She has come to steal the only piece left of my brother, Savannah. If she were anyone else, she would already be buried six feet under, along with the rest of her bloodline. But she’s also vulnerable, and it strikes the beast within me every time I steal a glance at her. She looks so much like Rose, and it fucking hurts. Fate can be so cruel, and this would have to be her cruellest test for me. Like it wasn't bad enough that she made me sit back and watch my brother, Roman, marry the girl I loved with everythi
Huling Na-update : 2023-06-13Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress NINETEEN.
*** THREE DAYS LATER*** I step out of the black SUV that pulls up outside the clinic I’ve been asked to visit by Don Valentino. I wait for Riccardo to close the door behind me and lead the way. I am not entirely sure why I have been brought here and forced to see another doctor since Selena has been taking great care of me. I suppose I am fortunate; not many people get the chance to have a second doctor examine them. Following my consultation, I’d like to see my father at the hospital. I was made aware yesterday, that my father collapsed at work, and was whisked away by an ambulance. I was also informed that Don Valentino made it abundantly clear that my father was to be taken care of with the utmost professionalism. It shocked me to my core to learn this as I know my father and Don Valentino have never seen eye-to-eye, and if my father was given the opportunity, he would rob Don Valentno of his life with a giant grin on his face. As we exit the elevator and walk down a small
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Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO.
I set the bouquet that little Savannah had gathered from the villa’s lovely rose garden on Roses' grave. I take a step back to where Savannah stands. In her small, delicate hands, she holds the photo frame that contains a picture of her and Rose on their trip to the beach one sunny day. I peer down at her, a sad pout upon her bottom lip, and the tears in her eyes gnaw at the branches of my heart.She is so young and innocent, and she's lost both of her parents. I can't even comprehend what turmoil invades her little body. If anything happens to me or Alessandro, she will be left all alone. Tears pool in my eyes when I imagine her going through life alone, and I nibble on my bottom lip, deep in thought. I wish to give her a sibling. Whether it be blood or through an adoption agency. Conceiving a child is one of my biggest fears after losing our precious child beforehand. But with my tubes being cleaned and two doctors on call at my every whim. The fear that harbours my body isn't
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE.
FIVE DAYs LATER.It's been five pleasurable days since I spontaneously married the man whom I love like there is no tomorrow. We finally left the room and joined the rest of civilisation yesterday afternoon. We also took Savannah out to the beach for dinner and an early evening swim in the water. We ate, laughed, sang silly childhood songs from the past and swam. It was a perfect evening to end a perfect wedding and the start of a wonderful life together — as a family. Alessandro hasn't been able to keep his hands off my body either and this morning, I slipped out of the room bright and early to evade his wandering hands. Torturous mouth. And well… I'm sure you get the picture.My body aches in places I never knew it could. My womanly parts have never felt so raw and beautifully used at the same time. But today I'd actually like to sit down without gnawing on the inside of my cheek to mask the hissing wince that escapes my lips. As I descend the stairs, with Viktor not too far
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY.
Alessandro lets out a little growl. “You'll be the death of me, woman.” He takes my hand and starts leading us off the dance floor, making a small pit stop when we reach Riccardo and Selena.Riccardo clears his throat, steps away from Selena like her touch suddenly burnt, and he straightens his posture, running a hand through his hair. Selenas’ eyes widen as they dart between Alessandro and Riccardo, placing her hands behind her back. “I think you'll both make one hell of a power couple, and I give you my blessing,” Alessandro says with amusement flickering in his eyes as he thrusts his hand out.Selenas’ head snaps up with a big smile spreading across her face and her mouth agape. Riccardo looks at Alessandro with shock-engulfed irises, and he clears his throat as he takes Alessandros’ hand in his and starts shaking it. “You knew?” “Of course I did,” Alessandro chuckles as he releases Riccardos’ hand and pulls me into his side. “There's not much that goes on in the villa that I
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINE.
I don't know how many times I have told myself that marrying Alessandro today is crazy.Impulsive.But when I think back to the photos of the stunning Brazilian dancer all over him. Jealousy invades my body like a plague. It's cruel, tormenting, and body crippling. It's a feeling that I wouldn't want to wish upon my greatest enemy.The truth is, I love Alessandro. I want to be his wife. His lifetime companion and I know he feels the same about me. He refers to me as his Farfalla. My glorious, powerful prince charming, who is hell-bent on haunting my nightmares back even though he has demons of his own, lurking in the shadows that I vow to slay on his behalf.Together, we can be unstoppable. We can conquer the impossible and build an indestructible empire.Together as one.We have old wounds that have been opened and exposed, forcing me to face my insecurities as they lured cruel enemies back into our lives from the shadows of hell.We slipped through each other's fingers multipl
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT.
MINUTES EARLIER.Walking out of the bathroom, a knock sounds at my bedroom door. “Come in,” I call out, jumping back under the sheets in the bed I share with Alessandro.The door slowly pries open. I glance up and watch as Nic and Selena walk into the room, looking like utter shit. They look how I feel. Pointing to the bottle of painkillers on the bedside table, “help yourself, there's no ice water, so you'll have to go downstairs for that,” I say as I try to stifle a yawn behind my hands.“Babe,” Nic says in her 'I have something to tell you, and you're not going to like it' voice.Shit…The blood drains from my face. “What's wrong?” I ask as I sit upright, pulling the sheet with me.Selena sits down on the bed, followed by Nic, and she opens the laptop she had walked in with and turns it around to face me. “There are some pictures…” Selena says as she glances at Nic.“Of what?” I ask before looking at the screen.If it's about the shitfest that happened last night. I might jus
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN.
“Come on, hon,” I say to Nic as I loop our arms together and follow Riccardo out of the club.Nic stumbles across the dance floor muttering, “I seriously like Reece, I mean, I think he's a top-notch bloke, but…” She sighs, leaving her sentence unfinished and I let her be.I just want to get out of here and go home to my big, comfortable bed. As we exit the club, we take a right, following Riccardo and I watch as he catches up with Selena, wrapping his long fingers around her upper arm; she instantly halts her movements, spinning around to face him. “What do you want from me, Cardo?” She cries out as she shrugs him.“What the cazzo’s gotten into you?” He growls incredulously.“Gotten into me?” She snorts as she violently wipes the tears sliding down her cheeks. “Si, you.” He hisses. She laughs bitterly at him as her eyes search his face. “You're unbelievable.” She spits as she walks away from him once again.Nic and I try to keep our distance to give them their privacy, as we lurk
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX.
THE FOLLOWING WEEK.As I walk into Alessandros’ office, knowing that his meeting is drawing to an end; I hear his velvet voice fill the vicinity.“Is there still no word from Ryan?” He asks his henchmen with frustration.I trip over my feet, thanking the God's no one saw me, as everyone is distracted with the folios they have in their grasps.“I'll take that as a firm no,” Alessandro mutters under his breath as he types away on his keyboard.Guilt nibbles away at my heart.I desperately want to tell him where Ryan is to prevent him from stressing out any further. Then I consider the consequences of telling him that I sent one of his finest men on a mission without his knowledge.It's undoubtedly safer if I don't tell him. I scan the third row of books at the bottom of the bookcase and halt when my finger lands on Roses' favourite novel. I remove it from the shelf and open it, turning the pages as dust escapes from the spine.Just as I'm about to close it, a scrap of paper falls out
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE.
I turn my attention to the large clock on the wall. “Shit!” I mutter, walking out of the kitchen with my stomach twisting in knots. “Viktor?” I call out as I see him talking to one of the other henchmen. He expresses his farewells and jogs towards me. “You called, Miss Bishop?” He responds with a broad grin. “I did.” I chuckle. Viktor is always smiling, and I've noticed whenever he smiles, I smile too, as his is infectious. “I need to go into town. I have a lunch date with the girls and if I don't leave now, I'm going to be super late.” I exhale loudly, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep the rest of the week away. “Very well, I'll bring the car around and inform Ryan?” He curtly bows his head and walks away before I can respond. I make my way out of the villa after retrieving my handbag and to where the car awaits, with Ryan behind the wheel and Viktor holding the passenger door wide open. As I slide into the car, I raise my brows at him. “Don't.” He mu
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR.
I run my hands through my hair as I exhale. I have no idea what is going on and am completely bewildered. Riccardo tells me this is Alessandros’ method of submitting to me as he drapes an extremely thick coat with weights over Alessandros’ shoulders. His face distorts in anguish as he attempts to maintain his calm and stance. “Tell him what's bothering you and what you expect from him.” Riccardo shares with me. I nod my head, looking around the yard, and I become well aware that we have an audience on our hands. Part of me wants to tell them all to piss right off, but then the other part of me wants them to stay. So they can hear what I've said straight from my mouth, rather than the gossip that spreads through the thin walls like wildfire. I return my attention to Alessandro. His head is bowed as he continues to kneel before me. Swallowing my pride, I lower myself onto my knees. “You hurt me,” I declare in an even tone. “I know you have been driven by wrath to find Mrs D
