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“Shhh, don't cry, amore mio.” Gently, he brushes the pad of his thumb across my cheek, wiping away my tears. “I can't stand to see you weep.” He grunts. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I rest my head on his chest, feeling the vibration of his heart. The soothing melody calms my frantic nerves, which are screaming within me. As Alessandro envelops me in his big arms, he rests his chin on the top of my head and draws in a slow breath of air. There is nowhere I feel safer than being wrapped up in his arms. A sense of calmness flushes out the feelings of dread, panic, and anxiety. “I've missed this,” I whisper, breathing in his cologne that makes me dizzy with desire. I've missed his citrus, woody-infused scent with a touch of smokiness from his cigars or cigarettes. If it were possible, I'd bottle it up and lather myself with it when I'm missing him most. “I've missed this too,” exhaling as I move back from our embrace, I glance up at him. “I'm ready to sit down and listen to y
Last Updated : 2023-07-27Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN.
All that can be heard between us is the quiet buzzing of Alessandros’ engine as he drives down the highway, attempting to get me to the hospital in time to identify Aunt Mae's body.Numbly, staring down at my wringing fingers on my lap, I attempt to make sense of what just transpired.I've only been with Alessandro for a minimum of two hours. Which means someone would have waited until we left to set the house ablaze. But none of this makes sense.I mean, who would want to hurt her? She was dearly loved in our neighbourhood, as she was an active member of the community. She had the sweetest demeanour with an honourable heart to match. “Ivy,” Alessandro says my name with trepidation as he leans over the gear transmission and rests a hand on my thigh. “Tell me what's on your mind.”I slowly raise my head, drawing in a razor-sharp breath as I gradually exhale while I stare straight ahead. “How many more of my loved ones are going to die?” My voice quivers. “I mean, shit. I can count
Last Updated : 2023-07-27Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT.
I gasp, snatching the bag out of Alessandros' hand, reading what the note said. I will huff...And I will puff...And I will blow...Your house up!What the fuck!A segment from the three little pigs' story?With my body trembling, I look up and pluck the last bag out of the detective's hand, reading it.One, two, I'm coming for you.Three, four, better lock your door.Five, six, grab your extinguisher.Seven, eight, gonna burn your house down.Nine, ten, you're both dead!!“Wh-what the fuck is this?” I blurt out, holding the bags up.“Those, Miss Bishop, are death threats.” The detective replies, rubbing his fingers across his brows.“I can see that. What I want to know is, who are they from?” I grit my teeth, feeling livid that Aunt Mae kept this from me. “Farfalla, you need to calm down,” Alessandro whispers in my ear as he pulls me to his side. I snap my head in his direction. “Would you be so relaxed if this happened to someone you love?” I scoff, stepping away from him.A low
Last Updated : 2023-07-28Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND NINE.
Tilting my head, I meet his hot gaze and my mind goes blank, my core tightens.I know I'm gazing up into the eyes of the most dangerous, most ruthless and vicious man; possibly one of the most formidable men in the world. Yet, my body refuses to register that. Instead my of body trembling, my skin prickles with goosebumps. “I understand how you feel, Farfalla. But that does not give you the right or the excuse to act like a spoiled brat. You must not use vulgar language when speaking to the detective in charge of your aunt's case; otherwise, the case will be closed. And you will never, and I mean never, put your hands on me in public again. Do I make myself clear?” His tone is terrifyingly low and gruff, sending a ripple of awareness through my feverish frame.Abruptly, my body catches up with my mind and I stiffen at the sound of his voice. “I'm sorry,” I whisper meekly, panting. “I don't know what came over me, but without you here, I'd be a wreck. So, please... Alessandro, don't
Last Updated : 2023-07-31Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TEN.
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO. Staring straight ahead, I watch as a man dressed in all black draws closer towards us. The hairs on my neck stand up and I possessively pull Ivy into my side, reaching behind my back and placing my trigger-happy fingers on the gun. One move. That's all it will take. One wrong motion and I will shoot the bastardo right between his fucking eyes. As the doors to the elevator slide shut, he stops, slowly raising his head, and he locks eyes with Ivy as a wicked smile erupts across his face. A gasp falls from Ivys’ lips, and I can feel her body trembling at my side. I shift, looking at her pale face. She looks like she's just seen a ghost. Whoever that man is, she knows him, and she is fucking terrified. I slam my hand against the emergency stop button and the elevator comes to a screeching standstill. Curling my hands around her face, I step in front of her, slightly bending at the knees, so I can look her in the eyes. “Farfalla?” I whisper,
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He frowns, causing fine lines to appear on his otherwise flawless skin, and exhales with displeasure.“Worthy of bearing my name?” He grumbles, letting go of my chin, and he yanks at the wires by the steering wheel, killing the engine. “Where is this coming from, Ivy?” “From here,” I place my palm across my chest over my pounding heart. “And here.” Raising my hand, I tap my index finger on the side of my throbbing temple. “I want you to show me how to take control of a dangerous situation, how to suppress my fear, so it won't screw with my better judgement and how to fire a weapon, or at least throw a good punch.” I plead, shamelessly. Two burly men approach the car, and just by looking at them, you can tell they are Lorenzos’ comrades from his time spent in the New Zealand Army.Dressed in their combat gear, they stand out like sore thumbs without a care in the world, yet prepared to take on the world at the same time.Alessandro looks at them, and he holds up two fingers, gesturin
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I jolt awake, falling off the side of the bed, and scramble to the nearest corner of the room, tucking my legs up to my chest and under my chin. Yanking on the roots of my damp hair, I squeeze my eyes shut, suppressing the wails of torment, agony, and suffering from escaping past my lips. The suite is pitch black and silent. Not a sound can be heard, and that's what terrifies me most.Where is everyone?Where is Alessandro?'It was a dream, just a stupid, stupid dream that felt all too real, raw, and fresh,' My inner goddess wails for me. “Ivy. Ivy!” The bedroom door crashes open, slamming against the wall with a resounding thud as Alessandro barges into the room. My body trembles and I rock back and forth, slapping the sides of my head.The images of my night terrors won't fade, the sound of Joel's voice is too loud, and the sensation of his touch intensely licks my skin. A warm pair of hands reaches out, touching my wrists, trying to prevent me from hitting myself.I flinch,
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ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.In the past, I have murdered.I have intimidated.I have brutalised, and I have been cold-blooded.And tonight, I'll do it all over again with a fucking smile on my face.I step into the hotel's basement, leaving Zeke and Milford at the door on guard duty. A certain face looks up at me, and my hands automatically curl into tight balls of fury at my sides. This sack of merda in front of me, on his knees, has caused me so much unnecessary fucking grief, anger, and hostility. The look of him all beaten up doesn't break my heart, nor does it flutter for him out of pity. His split bottom lip with dried blood, the bruises smeared across his face and his black eye has no emotional effect on me. If anything, he hasn't endured anything close enough to what my Ivy has. I stare down at him as he looks up at me and a glimmer of fear gleams in his eyes, but it only lasts for a split second before it completely vanishes. And for that split second, it brings an
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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
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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
