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Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN.
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO AN HOUR EARLIER. Closing my office door behind Mrs DeLuca, I walk straight over to the trolley of liquor and I pour myself a decent size glass of whiskey. I take a sip, marvelling at the harsh, burning sensation it leaves behind as it trails down my throat. Turning around, I face Mrs DeLuca, looking at her through eyes full of disgust. I lower myself into my office chair with my glass nestled in my hands. She is silent, her eyes darting around the office like it's her very first time in here. It's not. I've been informed multiple times by my men that they have seen her exiting my office without my knowledge of her presence. “Mi dispiace that I spoke out of term at the dinner table.” She begins. “But you know I am only looking out for you and your empire. Your mamma was like a sorella to me. She only ever wanted the best for you and your fratello, and she made me promise to always be there whenever you needed me.” She explains as she tucks h
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN.
The familiar smell of harsh disinfectant overwhelms my senses, as is the sensation of my body being as delicate as a feather, gliding through the air without a care in the world. I peel my eyes open; the room is dimly illuminated, with the sole source of light coming from the fluorescent lamps. Turning my head to the left, I am met with a large window that I have seen many times before. The walls covered in medical posters are a dead giveaway as well. I'm in the damn hospital! Again. Looking to my right, I see Doctor Cameron lying down in the bed next to me with his phone in his hand. I clear my throat, “what are you doing lying about when you're meant to be treating people?” I say sarcastically, inhaling and exhaling deeply. He chuckles, putting his phone down. “I was helping to treat you, kid.” He replies thickly, with a concerned look on his face. “How are you feeling?” “Oh, you know, like utter shit with a capital S,” I mutter as I fight to keep my eyes open and releas
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN.
A FEW DAYs LATER. Today's the big day! Today I get to go home and rest up in a bed fit for a queen. This hospital bed I'm still lying on is hard, stiff, and horrible. I don't know how people can relax comfortably on them. It's like lying down on a pile of volcano rocks. From the moment Alessandro departed with Zeke and Milford to be with Riccardo, I anticipated this moment. It took some firm reprimanding and persuasion on my part to convince him he needed to be with Riccardo. He could do nothing for me while I lay in the hospital bed. Riccardos’ past traumas still haunt him and ever since Alessandro shared Riccardo's history with me, I have had nothing but loads of admiration for the man. A knock sounds at my door and I look over my shoulder to see Viktor enter my room. “You all set to go, Miss Bishop?” He asks formally with his hands behind his back. “Yes, thank you,” I reply, bum shuffling off the bed, being cautious not to use my stomach muscles, as my abdomen is
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY.
I cover my mouth with my hands as my eyes wander around the marquee. It's elegant, beautiful, and breathtaking. Curtain fairy lights line the interior of the marquee, and silvery and red rose petals cover the ground, filling the inside with a beautiful sweet fragrance. White balloons with string attached to them float to the top and in the far corner, there is a black veil hanging up, looking improper. I turn around to face Alessandro as he presses his body against mine. Dropping my hands, my eyes begin to water and a silly smile stains my face. I'm so taken aback by this gesture, I don't know what to do or say. I suppose thanking him would be a good start. “Alessandro,” I breathe out, meeting his gaze. “This is beyond beautiful. I'm so speechless, I don't know what to say.” I giggle with embarrassment. “Thank you...” A lopsided smirk spreads across his handsome face. “You haven't seen anything yet.” He kisses me on the head and leads me to the corner of the marquee w
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE.
TWO WEEKs LATER. I stare back at myself in the full-length mirror. Gnawing on my inner cheek as I twist my torso side to side, getting a glimpse of myself from every angle possible. “What do you think? I like this one a lot, but I'm not too thrilled about the length of the train.” I look back into the mirror and meet the dressmaker's gaze. “If you want, I can put that skirt on this dress. It will take me about a week to sew. As you already know, I'm up to my ears in work this season.” She kindly offers with her index finger, tapping her chin as she's deep in thought. I turn around to face Nic and Selena. “What do you girls think?” I ask sceptically. They look at each other with glassy eyes. We've been at the Bridal Boutique for about an hour while I've been trying dresses on, and they've been sitting on the lavish red leather sofa sipping on champagne. “We love it!” They finally answer after whispering between themselves. Selena sets her glass on the tiny table in front of t
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO.
TWO DAYs LATER.I'm sitting at the kitchen counter sipping my herbal tea and listening to Savannah tell me about the train adventure we took two evenings ago while she eats her cereal for breakfast.“…and when the train began to shake and scream when it slowed down, I got scared.” She giggles. “Did you get scared too, Aunt Ivy? I don't think you did because your body wasn't shaking like mine was.” She says as she shoves a spoonful of cereal into her mouth. I shake my head as I chuckle. “No, my little lioness. I've been on a train many times, so I know what to expect, and you have to remember that the trains and tracks they travel along are very old.” I ruffle her hair. “Would you like to go on another train ride?”Dropping her spoon back into her bowl, milk splashes across the countertop. “Si. Si.” She chants, bouncing up and down on her stool with excitement. “I'll make you a deal then. If you can do all your school work with no interruptions, I'll take you out for another train ri
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THREE.
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.I walk through the front door of the villa with a splitting headache and sleep on my mind.But first, I need to find Ivy and make things right. I understand she is hurting and furious with my sudden departure and the brief note I left her.Ryan made that apparent. And Riccardo did warn me to wait and explain the situation to her. It's pretty evident that I didn’t, and guilt consumes me entirely. Ivys’ bellissinmo face is the last image I see before I shut my eyes at night and the first image that flashes across my mind when I wake up.Internally, I'm a fucking mess!This trip was a waste of time, and I'm probably in the doghouse for who knows how long.As I'm walking towards my office to place my gun in my safe, I hear voices coming from the living room, and I decide to check it out. Upon entering the living room, rubbing the sides of my temples, my eyes instantly fall upon Ivy as she sits on the sofa with a worried look on her face. Like she's just
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
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