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Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress TWENTY-THREE.
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.My lips rub against the shell of her ear and I shamelessly inhale her sweet scent of mango dipped in cream.A faint growl vibrates in the back of my throat, and I can feel her body trembling beneath my touch. I tighten my grip, despising the fact that I am infatuated with her dearly and the last time I aroused this kind of desire — the love of my life deserted me. I won't bend my will this time. After all, Ivy is Roses’ sister and I have made it my duty to make her life a living hell. I will take out my pent-up anger on her. She will suffer due to her sister's betrayal, and I will take great joy in doing it. I will make her trust me, need me and desire me. Just so I can humiliate her the way, Rose humiliated me. 'When I'm done, you will have fallen in love with me.' She reckons.Her words have been like a horrible symphony playing in my ears for the past four days, and it's been driving me wild. The taste of her stains my lips, and no matter how ma
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“Let me go, Riccardo!” I struggle in his unwelcome embrace, kicking my feet in the air, twisting and turning my body.Riccardo ignores me, which is to be expected, and drags me back into the house, dumping me on the sofa. Then he towers over me with his arms folded across his chest“Ohh… So, big and scary!” I say with sarcasm heavily lacing my words. He frowns, rolling his eyes, totally over my bullshit, and he averts his gaze elsewhere. I watch as Don Valentino drags a chair across the room behind him, sitting across from me with his right ankle resting on his left knee. He unbuttons his suit jacket, loosening his tie with his eyes never straying from mine, drawing me in deeper. “What?” I snap at him, hating the way my body reacts whenever he is near.“You said you need a job to pay for your father's medical bills?” “I know what I said, but if you continue to keep holding me against my will, I’ll have no job and pretty soon, no home.”“I have a job for you.” He simply states whi
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“I want Mr. Bishop moved into a private ward where he will receive the best treatment this hospital has to offer,” Don Valentino demands as he speaks with the Head Of Department, in the cardiac ward. I stand beside him, my jaw agape as I gaze at him in astonishment. He exudes wealth, power, and an aura that should not be trifled with.“I'll see what we can do with such short notice, Mr Valentino” The blonde-haired female replies as she bats her fake eyelashes at him. I swear, if she bats them any faster, she will create a mini-tornado right where we are standing.“Look, Mrs?” He sighs with frustration.“Ms. Yasmin Richards.” Her brows pinch together. “Kindly avoid using 'Mrs' in my name when addressing me.” Her cheeks flush with a lovely shade of pink. “I'm not married, and I’m definitely not my mother.” She hums, like what she is saying is relevant.“Ms. Richards,” Don Valentino raises his voice as he mutters her name. “I am paying this hospital a great deal of money, along with a
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The words, 'Spread the word and let it be known that Miss. Bishop is mine.' Play over in my head as I try to make sense of what he is trying to do.I know Don Valentino isn't making a statement by claiming me.Only a true fool would believe the words that effortlessly roll off the tip of his tongue. But why?Why make such a statement if he doesn’t mean it?“Why did you tell Riccardo to spread the word that I am yours?”I eventually say, as my brain has given up trying to figure out what he is attempting to accomplish by spreading those words throughout the villa.“You are mine, Farfalla. You are under my employment and I refuse to let you have any sexual relations with my men.” He utters as he removes the leather pouch from his breast pocket and holds it out for me. Out of the blue, a sharp, stabbing pain attacks my heart as he explains to me the true reason why he said those words to Riccardo.“I told you I wanted to help," I tell him, refusing to take back the pouch. "Look, I know
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I roll onto my side, stretching my aching limbs in the hope that they will gradually loosen up as I sit up in the plush hotel bed. As I yawn and cover my mouth with my palm, I look down to find little Savannah fast asleep beside me.Her curls envelop her heart-shaped face, her long, black lashes fan her rose-colored cheeks, and the faintest sound of her snoring resonates throughout the room.When I look at her, my heart is filled with love and everything in my life appears to be in order.She is the air I need to breathe to survive. Her heart is as pure as water, while her body possesses a gentle soul.An old soul. After we left the hospital last night, Don Valentino had Gio bring Savannah to the airport. We flew to Palmerston North. It was an hour-long flight, and it certainly beats the twelve-hour bus ride I had to take there and back just a few days ago. True to his word, the man sold me back my mother’s ring at no extra cost. In fact, he offered it back to me at a lower price t
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“I think it's best if you leave,” I say breathlessly, feeling flustered as I bend down to retrieve the fallen towel. I wrap it around my body, concealing myself from his wandering eyes that continue to openly feast upon me. He emits a loud exhalation through his nostrils while rubbing the pad of his thumb along his lower lip. “You are going to cause me a great deal of trouble aren't you, Farfalla.” His voice is hard, rough, and sensual at the same time. “Trust me, it's not intentional. But when you walk into a room unannounced. You are bound to get a glimpse of how heaven and hell appear in the human form.” I cast a glimpse of where Savannah continues to rest. “Maybe next time you should wait until you are greeted at the door.”Savannah slowly starts to stir, rolling from one side to the other as a soft groan departs her lips.“You're waking her,” I whisper. “I'll agree to let your little outburst slide if you leave now.” I do my best to negotiate with him, knowing I don't have a
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No…This can't be real. This isn't happening… “Yo…you're meant to be in prison.” I stutter as I stare down at my trembling hands. “Got out on good behaviour two months ago.” He whispers.He encircles my arm with his big callous hand. My body tenses up further, causing my muscles to scream out in pain.Derek starts to drag me down the right side of the room, turning down an abandoned corridor used for deliveries. He shoves me into the wall, slamming the side of my face against the hard, cold surface.“Pl.pl…please don’t!” I sob, “I.I. wo. won't tell anybody. I swear.” Pain spreads across my face as he uses his hand to push my head further into the wall. “Don't scream, or I'll snap your neck like a fucking twig. Do you hear me?” He hisses in my ear. I gulp, fear forbids my body from moving. Imprisoning me in its stillness. I am conscious of his presence, his heady breathing, and his growing cock that presses into me from behind. His hand snakes around my jaw, covering my mouth as
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The warm morning breeze caresses my trembling body as Riccardo steps outside with me still in his arms. The air smells fresher out here, and the sound of Don Valentinos’ voice soothes me as he speaks with Savannah. The screeching sound of the metal legs of the chair being dragged across the concrete ground sweeps through the outside dining area. “What happened?” He growls, taking me from Riccardos’ arms and into his own. “Capo, if my eyes haven’t deceived me, I believe she has been sexually assaulted.” His voice fades out. “What do you mean by sexually assaulted? We're in a damn hotel restaurant for fuck's sake!” The anger that runs through his livid body resonates with mine, sending a chill to sliver down my spine. “Where is he? You better fucking tell me you caught him, Riccardo, or your head will make a great trophy for my seat at The High Table.” His words are harsh, meshed with the emotion of a deadly promise based on grief. “I did, capo. I'm about to go and drag his body u
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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
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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
