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Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FORTY-FOUR.
“Me?” She screeches, placing her open hand over her chest in utter shock. Riccardo moves to stand beside me and Savannah, waving to one of the men guarding the perimeter to come over. The man jogs over to us, “what do you need me to do?” He asks, sounding serious. “I need you to take Savannah to the kitchen and get Mia to serve her some lunch,” Riccardo orders, looking at the man sternly. "Si, sir. Right away.” He replies and takes Savannah by the hand. “Venga con me, Let’s get some food in that belly of yours.” Savannah sighs loudly as she places her hand in the man's grasp, then waves at me with a sad look on her face. I wave back, blowing her an air kiss as I watch her being led away. When we can no longer see them, Mrs DeLuca continues with the dramatics. “How dare you speak to me in such a manner, Don Valentino. I know for a fact that your Mamma taught you better manners than this. I am your mamma’s most trusted and loyal friend. Yet, you choose to stand by her, some stray
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Sucking in a razor-sharp breath, I take a step back. “He was gay,” I whisper. “And he couldn't father children of his own because he was infertile.” A single tear rolls down my face, creating a new trail of heartache. The heartache that I feel for him for losing the love of his life and watching his daughter grow up, calling another man papà. His face turns red, and he bites down on his index finger, trying to mask the roar that is threatening to erupt from his loins. “I told you not to believe a word that left his mouth. He is trying to mindfuck us both, and you are letting him.” He snarls cruelly, which makes me cower before him. “Find him and ask him for yourself. You had to be there to see the truth in his eyes.” I attempt to reason with him. “I can't ask him.” He bitterly snaps. I watch as he drags both his hands over his face and exhales with a murmured growl. I scoff at the realization that he killed my captor. “You murdered him, didn't you?” My brows knit together w
Last Updated : 2023-06-27Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FORTY-SIX.
I clear my throat as I stand from the chair and step away from him.Distance. I need to keep my distance from him.“You need to stop doing that.” I breathe out emotionally. He sits on the edge of his desk, crossing his arms, and a ghostly smirk stains his annoyingly handsome face. “Why?” He asks with amusement. “You know why.” I deftly brush my fingers across my abdomen where my scar is. “This is wrong, and I am not my sister – I’m not Rose.”He snorts, “I can see that. When I look at you, I don't see or think of Rose. I see you, Ivy, and only you.” His brows knit together as he speaks, looking taken aback by his own admission.Licking my dry lips, “I can't give you what you want,” I whisper with embarrassment. "And what is it that you think I want from you, Farfalla?”“A good time?” I arch my brows, challenging him to correct me if I'm wrong.“And what's wrong with that?” “Everything. You know about my traumatic past. You are my sisters' ex-lover, and now you're…you're Savannahs
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I laugh as my cheeks turn bright pink, and I shove him backwards. “I’m curious, Don Valentino… Does your ass ever get jealous of the amount of shit that comes out of your mouth?” I tease, shuffling my butt to the edge of the desk. Snorting, he plants both of his hands on the desktop, one hand on either side of my body, and he looks deeply into my eyes. “You do realise that everything from this moment forward has changed between us, don't you?” He states seriously. My eyes drink in every shade of blue swirling in his irises, and I scowl at him, coming to terms that his eyes are indeed cold and harsh.Even when he’s being corny as fuck.But I'd kill a bitch for his lashes. “How so?” “From now on, I want you in my bed.” He raises his hand and presses a finger against my lips as I open my mouth to protest. “I'm not going to lie to you, Farfalla. But, when you were recovering in my bed, I enjoyed having your face be the last thing I saw before falling asleep and the first thing I noti
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“Mi dispiace, Farfalla. But I can't share that information with you.” He says in a protective tone. I sigh, “I didn't think you would.” Which I didn't, it's not like I was holding my breath or anything.I totally was. “It's safer this way.”“And what makes you believe that? Now I'm going to be a jittery mess, forever looking over my shoulder like some crazy, paranoid woman.” I groan. “At least you'll be more aware of your surroundings.” He rubs his hands up and down my arms, sending waves of tingles down my body.“Can I at least have a gun?” I ask him anxiously, hoping he will say yes. Instead, he chuckles, “Uh, no.” He replies as if I've just asked him to marry me. He didn't bother to give my request a moment's thought.“And why not? I can’t rely on you and your henchmen to watch over me all the time” I ask with irritation slowly seeping into my veins. “It's not about why you cannot have one, Ivy.” He becomes serious as his eyes penetrate mine with ferocious intensity. “It's a
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I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, knitting my brows together, and I pass the torn photograph to him. I feel like I've made an impulsive move where I should be spanked across my ass and sent to my room. “I'm sorry,” I say as he snatches the two halves from my grasp. “An impromptu moment of insanity.” I exhale loudly and internally facepalm myself as I try to defend my actions. He doesn't utter a word as he holds the torn picture up, piecing them together, and he starts cursing under his breath. “Fucking scumbag! The bastardo is lucky he is already dead, or I would fucking strangle him with my bare hands!” He announces with anger and hostility bathing him. I'm just gonna take a wild guess and assume he now knows my captor was telling me the truth and not only is his brother a lying sack of shit, but Savannah is, indeed, his. The real question is: Why would Rose lie? Why would she allow Roman to manipulate her in such a way? I have so many questions and there is no one I can
Last Updated : 2023-06-28Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIFTY.
“I am a breath away from ripping your arm off, Mrs DeLuca.” Alessandro snarls in a murderous tone. I cup my stinging cheek, glaring at Mrs DeLuca with shock written all over my face, mirroring her eyes.“What the cazzo is going on?” Alessandro asks harshly, dropping her hand as he comes and stands in front of me.Mrs DeLuca gulps, her eyes darting between Alessandro and me as she remains standing in front of us in silence. “She… I… We…" “I bumped into her as I was exiting the office, and she nutted off at me.” I simply state the truth as I remove my hand from my face. “And why did you slap Miss Bishop across the face?” He growls. “She was rude, and she was telling me about-”“I accused her of eavesdropping.” I cut her off mid-sentence. Sidling up to his side, he ensnares her upper arm with a firm grip, causing her to gaze up at him with eyes brimming with sheer terror. She knows damn well what she did, and she isn't going to be able to spin her lies this time.We got eyes on he
Last Updated : 2023-06-29Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIFTY-ONE.
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.I lean back in my office chair, trying to piece the puzzle I had absolutely no idea I was attempting to solve. Maverick, Roman and Gio. I knew there was something odd about Gio. When he first came to me, asking me to join the famiglia, I was hesitant at first because he wasn’t able to give me a back story of his famiglia.He spoke little Italian, and he told me it was because he was adopted.After learning that he formerly worked for a large security corporation that offered highly trained bodyguards for mega stars staying in the country for work.I turned to Riccardo for a second opinion, and he advised me that it wouldn’t hurt to have someone with his credentials join our famiglia.Maybe I should have overlooked Gios’ sob story and done a deep dive into his background – into his famiglia lineage.I toss the feathered ink pen across the room and tear the fucking photograph into tiny pieces. That's going to be an image that will mentally stick to me l
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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
