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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
Last Updated : 2023-08-13Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE.
Some say that Angels mourn for us when we are unable to weep our own tears. When the pain becomes so overwhelming that we are afraid that if we let the tears fall, they will drown us in our aura of misery. The air is thick with melancholy as if a heavy cloud of grief continuously hangs over the entire cemetery. Death lingers in the air accompanied by the faint smell of rain, cheap perfume, and fresh roses. I shut my black umbrella, letting it slip between my fingers, and I gaze up at the ominous sky as the tears of the Angels cascade down upon us. It's a cold day. The sort of day that drills deep into your bones, marking you forever as it licks and nips all over your frigid flesh. Today, we lay to rest my dear sister, Rose, whose life was tragically cut short. The coroner's report states she had alcohol and drugs in her system and that’s what caused the car accident, killing her three hours later in the hospital. But I know better. I know that my sister was murdered and th
Last Updated : 2023-05-12Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress TWO.
THE VERY NEXT DAY: I gaze upon the grand villa where Don Valentino resides. Its towering iron gate fit for a king's fortress. My hands clench the iron rods with a vice-like grip, making my knuckles turn a ghastly shade of white as I wait patiently for someone to show up and face me. Seconds pass, then minutes, followed by hours. And still, I refuse to leave until I speak with the great Don Valentino, that makes me shiver with fear every time, he is near. I expel the weight of apprehension from my body as I watch one of Don Valentinos’ men exit the villa and make his way toward me. Flicking the lower-right side of his jacket open, the man rests his hand on the gun that is attached to the holster, resting his forefinger on the trigger. “What are you doing here, Miss. Ivy?” He growls in a thick Italian accent that would have sounded hot if he weren’t working for the enemy. “Well, since we are on a first-name basis, I’m going to assume that you know who I am, and why I am here?”
Last Updated : 2023-05-12Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress THREE.
“Do you make it a habit to enter private property without permission?” His voice is cold and clipped. Sighing, I rise to my full height and bravely, or just outright stupidly, I turn around to face him. I hate that his presence is magnetic, and I can feel the pull from where he is standing, glaring at me with his hands tucked inside the pockets of his slacks. I comb my fingers through my hair to mask my trembling body, then I meet his piercing, predatory, and gleaming gaze. “Do you always make it a habit of confining Savannah within the gates of your fortress, so she is excluded from the real world and her family?” I bite back. As our gazes continue to bore into one another, I can’t shake the feeling that Don Valentino is an Italian God with intense eyes and a face that is carved from stone. I doubt he’s ever cracked a genuine smile, even when he’s balls deep in some random bitch, shuddering as he comes. He is domineering. Broody. Built like a damn brick wall, and he is sca
Last Updated : 2023-05-12Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FOUR.
I pull the hoodie of my jersey lower, concealing my face as much as possible, as I patiently wait in the lobby for the signal to make my move.Twisting the straps of my backpack in my hands, I nibble on my lower lip, trying not to draw attention to myself. My phone dings,UNKNOWN: Room 332. Your time starts now. I jump out of my seat and head down the corridor to the children's clinic, and I press my body flush against the wall as Don Valentinos’ men rush towards the exit. “Mrs. DeLuca said there was an intruder in the Villa. We must inform Don Valentino straight away.” A lanky, dark-headed man mutters as they run past me.I slip through the door to room 332, removing my cap, and I turn around to see Savannah sitting in the dentist's chair with dark glasses on her small face. I reach her side. “Savannah, honey,” I whisper. Slowly, she sits up, removing the glasses that conceal her eyes, and she stares at me quizzically.“Do you remember me?” I ask her in a soft voice.She nods he
Last Updated : 2023-05-12Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIVE.
The gentle rustling of leaves, carried away by the forceful gusts of wind, fills my ear canals.The dulcet tones of a beloved melody, orchestrated by the very hand of Mother Nature, overflow into the air.It’s like she is whispering to me in a hushed tone, saying, "Don't throw in the towel. Fight. You got to own your mind, body, and soul, kid. It's the only way to survive in this world. The streets are tough, and the sharks are always circling. But if you're in control of yourself, they can't touch you.” I absorb all the wise words she hums solely for me.The stench of dust and rotting flesh invades my senses, causing my gut to twist and my lips to moisten as I struggle to hold back the bile. I've lost track of time.I don't know whether it's day or night, and I'm not sure if I'll ever see Savannah again.Don Valentinos' goons took me for a ride, far from the city's bright lights. They hauled me into a deserted building and tied me up, leaving me here to rot.His goons had blindfolde
Last Updated : 2023-05-12Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SIX.
The sound of numerous machines beeping finds me through a sea of darkness. Pulling me out of a never-ending vortex I’ve been stuck in for days. I have gone from one hell hole to another, and yet, here I am, still alive and breathing. I am a survivor. It appears that the devil himself is not ready for me either. My nostrils begin to sting with the potent smell of antiseptic with undertones of artificial fragrances like soap and… cleaning products. Groaning, I lift my hand to wipe the tip of my nose that burns from breathing and I feel something sharp stabbing my arm, restricting my movements. What the…oh, fuck… my head. Why is it pounding, and why are my ears fucking ringing? “Miss Bishop, can you please open your eyes?” An unfamiliar voice reaches me through the darkness that continues to cling to me. Clenching my jaw, I sigh and slowly begin to peel back my eyelash curtains to unveil my throbbing eyes. Squinting, I try to open them wider, fighting against the bright white lig
Last Updated : 2023-06-07Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SEVEN.
As the taxi comes to a standstill outside the La Farfalla restaurant owned by the one and only Don Valentino, I shove a fifty-dollar bill in the driver’s face and the second he takes it, I exit the taxi. Slamming the door behind me.I’ve been out of the hospital for three days now, and those three days have been nothing but torture. My father refused to leave my side, and it took a lot of persuasion on my behalf to convince him to go back to work.I love my father.I love him more than I love chocolate cake, but occasionally, he can be overbearing, forgetting that I am an adult, and I am capable of making my own decisions even if they are dangerous and land me back in the cruel hands of Don Valentino.But my father did tell me to do whatever it takes to get Savannah out of the villa. So technically, I’m just doing what my father is asking of me.As I saunter toward the entrance of the lavish restaurant, my eyes catch the sight of two burly men in impeccable suits, standing guard at
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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
