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Lilianna»»»◈«««It had been a whole week since Marco had left following our argument. I didn't really feel lonely without him, but I couldn't quite grasp why he had walked out. What worried me most was the possibility of him causing harm to my brothers as a way of getting back at me.Over the past week, I have grown quite close to the staff here, even Dad. It had been a challenge coaxing him out of his shell, but once he opened up, it became apparent that his personality rivaled that of a brick.Amalia was coming over to pick me up for the charity event and I found myself before Amy's clothes once more. The thought of stepping into her shoes, both metaphorically and literally, filled me with dread.Opting for a light blue gown, I was pleased with how it hugged my figure and its ideal length. After applying makeup and styling my hair, I hesitated when it came to selecting matching heels, noticing the painful scabs on my feet.Ignoring the discomfort, I slipped into the matching heels,
Lilianna»»»◈«««I wasn't sure what game was being played here, but I certainly didn't want any part of it.He usually gives me the cold shoulder ever since we met again. Tonight, though, it's like he was pretending I'm not even here, completely ignoring me. Even though he went all out to set up a feast for me and my brothers. I observed Gabriele rushing over to him, saying something, to which he simply nodded. Gabriele then joyfully skipped back to where he had come from.A girl made her way to him, and I became more alert as he enveloped her in a hug. Marco Costello hugging another woman made me frown. I couldn't quite articulate the complexities of our marriage, but seeing him with another woman stirred up a mix of emotions within me. Should I be bothered by this? It shouldn't matter, it doesn't concern me, I scolded myself, feeling foolish for even entertaining such thoughts. But still...That hug lasted quite a while, wow, I felt a pang of discomfort. And then, things took a tur
Lilianna»»»◈«««Professional Portfolio Photography Services Capture your modeling potential with stunning portfolio photos tailored just for you. Our expert team delivers high-quality images that showcase your versatility and style. Get noticed in the industry – contact us today!For the past ten minutes, I'd been fixated on this ad. My portfolio was back in Naples, not here in America, but maybe it was time to try my luck here. Mrs. Moore had basically written me off when it came to doing household chores. I did my bit here and there, but nothing major. And as for Marco, well, he hadn't so much as glanced my way in what felt like forever. It was like I was invisible to him, stuck in the background while he carried on with his own world.He never bothered to ask about my activities, my whereabouts, or how I spent my days. It was as if he'd completely checked out, leaving me to my own devices. Strangely enough, I found some solace in his indifference. It spared me from enduring the c
Marco»»»◈«««I glanced back at the closed door, the muffled sound of Lilianna's voice lingering in the air until she likely walked away with her brother. Why hadn't Kason informed me about Lilianna's visit? Isn't that his entire damn job?I rolled my neck, fighting to contain the surge of anger threatening to consume me. The door swung open, revealing Kason's stoic figure standing on the threshold. His gaze met mine, guarded.I wasted no time in getting straight to the point. "Why the hell didn't you tell me about Lilianna's visit?"His expression remained impassive, but I could sense the tension coiling beneath the surface. "I didn't think it was relevant," he replied evenly."Relevant?" I scoffed incredulously. "She's my wife, Kason. Everything involving her is relevant.""Boss, I didn't want to stir up unnecessary trouble for you," he explained, "Mrs. Costello's visit wasn't about you—it was about her and Samuele. You said it was fine for her to see her brothers whenever she wanted
Lilianna »»»◈««« "...Do you imagine Amy when you fuck her?" I asked, stepping back until I felt the chill of the glass railing against my back once more. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He'd taken off his suit jacket, leaving it behind. His white shirt was open at the collar and the first two buttons, giving a glimpse of his chest. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, but the rain had soaked through, causing his shirt to stick to him, revealing the contours of his muscles. The droplets highlighted every curve and ridge, accentuating his strength. Despite the rain, he stood there, his posture confident. Each droplet tracing a path along the defined lines of his body. I extended my arms, draping them over the railing on either side of me, the bottle still gripped firmly in my hand. Tilting my head back, I gazed up at the sky, rain cascading down around me. Each drop felt like a small impact against my skin, but I paid it no mind, too f
Marco »»»◈««« I kissed her... What the fuck was I thinking? I despised her, yet I let her lips touch mine, staining the memory of Amy with this betrayal. Her lips were the last lips that had touched mine and now I lost it to Lilianna. I loathe her with every fiber of my being, yet in that moment of weakness, I succumbed to her proximity. I betrayed my vows, my promises, and the memory of the only woman who gave her life for me. I was disgusted with myself, with my lack of control, with the fact that she could still elicit such a reaction from me. I kissed her, and with that one action, I dishonored everything I once held sacred. I had this inexplicable urge to claim her lips, and without a second thought, I acted on it. It was a reckless move, driven by a primal instinct that I couldn't control, let alone explain. Now, she's acting as if she has some kind of entitlement over me as if this sham of a marriage we're in holds any significance beyond a vengeful facade. I k
Lilianna »»»◈««« As I stepped onto the set, the bright lights blinded me momentarily. The click of cameras echoed in the spacious studio, and I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Today was the day I'd been waiting for—the day to capture the essence of my modeling career in a portfolio that would hopefully launch me into the stratosphere of success... or so I hope. The makeup artist whisked away any imperfections, enhancing my features. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to sink into the chair, trusting her to work her magic. "Ready for you, Lilianna," the photographer called out, and I opened my eyes, feeling a surge of excitement. With a quick glance in the mirror, I adjusted my posture and smoothed down the fabric of the elegant gown that hugged my curves. I have done this before, I can do it again. With each click of the camera, I channeled a different emotion—seductive, mysterious, powerful. I lost track of time as I moved through the poses, each one a piece of art ca
Lilianna »»»◈««« ONE MONTH LATER »»»»◈«««◈»»»◈«««« I stood outside the sleek glass doors of the modeling agency, my heart was pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. Adjusting my coat nervously, I took a deep breath to steady myself before stepping inside. The reception area was buzzing with activity, models were chatting, agents bustling about, and the sound of heels clicking on the polished floor. I approached the receptionist with a confident smile. "I'm here for the open call," I said, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. The receptionist nodded and handed me a form to fill out. I quickly scribbled down my name, contact information, and measurements before returning the form and taking a seat among the other models. As I waited for my turn, I couldn't help but steal glances at the other models. They were all so effortlessly chic, their presence commanding attention even in casual attire. I smoothed down my own outfit, suddenly self-conscious
Marco »»»◈««« My life had taken a wild turn, and I was loving every damn second of it. Ever since Lilianna got pregnant, her sex drive went through the roof. I was on-call two times a day, making sure my dick was ready whenever she needed it. Despite her long hours on set, she always had time for me, and I wasn’t complaining. She had this thing for spicy food now. She’d eat it, then cry because it burned, and I'd laugh my ass off while comforting her. Nights were the best. Sliding under the covers, I’d press my hand against her swollen belly, feeling our daughter move. Elena Rose Costello. I chose the name and had the nursery decked out with everything she’d need. I knew it was a girl; I could feel it in my bones. Lilianna would tease, “What if it’s a boy? Are you going to dress him up in all that pink?” I didn’t care. I knew it was my little girl. I was damn certain. Just like I was damn certain I was blessed. Just like I was damn certain I was in love. Just like I was dam
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Lilianna »»»◈««« I stepped out of the limousine, the blinding flashes of cameras immediately assaulting my senses. The red carpet stretched out before me like a river of fire, leading to the grand entrance of the theater. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of excitement and nerves, as I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. This was it. My first movie premiere. I smoothed the skirt of my gown, a shimmering emerald green that Marco had picked out for me. It hugged my curves perfectly, making me feel like a Hollywood starlet from a bygone era. As I walked, the fabric flowed around my legs, giving me a sense of grace and confidence. “Lilianna! Over here!” “Lilianna, who are you wearing tonight?” “Lilianna, how does it feel to be here?” The voices of the reporters and photographers blended into a cacophony of noise, but I forced myself to smile and wave, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. Marco was just a few steps behind me, his strong hand resting gently on m
Lilianna »»»◈««« I held Marcello tightly in my arms as we stepped out of the car, my heart pounding. I glanced nervously at Marco, uncertain how everyone would react to meeting Marcello. Samuele, Gabriele, Amalia, and Rio stood waiting inside our grand estate. Marcello's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of the massive house. "Whose home is that?" he asked in Italian. I knew it would take time for him to learn English so he could talk with the other kids here. I was determined to teach him everything myself. Marco stepped up beside me, gently brushing his hand against his cheek, "It's ours," he said. "You live here?" Marcello's eyes were filled with disbelief. I nodded, trying to infuse my voice with as much softness as I could muster, "We do, and from now on, this will be your home too." The way Marcello stared at the estate broke my heart. The images of his previous life flashed through my mind. I vowed to erase those memories, to give him a fresh st
Marco »»»◈««« The limo came to a halt outside Cala del Leone, the final surprise I had planned for her. The secluded private beach lay just outside Florence, hidden away from the world. We stepped out into the cool night air, the sound of the waves crashing softly against the shore. A table was set up near the water’s edge, decorated with flickering candles and fresh flowers. The ocean stretching out endlessly under the moonlight. Lilianna turned to me, her eyes questioning. "What’s this?" I took her hand, guiding her to the table. "Our honeymoon," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I pulled out a chair for her, and she sat down, her gaze never leaving mine. We were greeted with a bottle of Dom Pérignon champagne, a private Michelin-starred chef preparing our dinner, and a live orchestra playing beautiful pieces just for us. As we settled in, I poured the champagne, the bubbles rising in the glass like tiny stars. The first course was served, and we began to eat.
Marco »»»◈««« I held her hand, her delicate fingers interlaced with mine, and on her face was a happiness I had never seen before. She seemed truly happy and at peace. And honestly, so was I. After such a long and excruciating time, I finally felt at peace, like I was finally back home after I had been missing for years. Even though I had just met Marcello, I felt an intense connection to that little man, a feeling stronger than anything I had ever experienced. The last time I felt this enchanted by someone was when I first met his mother. He had the same captivating charm, the kind that draws you in, just like his mother. I’m a father. Damn, I’m a father, and I have been for the past five years, almost six if you count Lilianna's pregnancy. And I never knew. All this time, even without knowing about him, it doesn't change the fact that I was a father. An adorable boy, carrying my father's legacy, my legacy... I couldn't wait to teach Marcello everything I knew, guide him, an
Lilianna »»»◈««« The sight of him hit me like a punch to the gut. His small frame, fragile and vulnerable, the wide eyes full of innocent fear that twisted my heart. Those same blue eyes, unforgettable and haunting, locked onto mine after a quick, seeking glance at Betty. Each heartbeat felt like an eternity as I watched him take tentative steps forward, clutching a stuffed giraffe as if it were his only shield against the world. His eyes, flickering between Betty, me, and Marco, scanned us up and down. Betty knelt before him, her grip firm on his small arms. "Francesco," she said gently, "this lady and her husband are our friends. They are here to take us away, to help us. Now go, greet them while I pack a bag, she told him and he nodded. As he walked closer to me, every instinct screamed at me to scoop him up, to hold him tight. Tears welled up, blurring my vision. I fought the urge and knelt down, forcing a smile. "Hello, Francesco..." For a moment, he hesitated. Then, with a
Lilianna »»»◈««« I knocked on yet another door, each impact sending sharp stings through my bruised knuckles. My fingers throbbed, raw from the relentless pounding, but I couldn't stop. Marco and I had vowed to scour every house in this neighborhood. The door creaked open, revealing a middle-aged woman with suspicious eyes. Her frown deepened as she took me in, "Cosa vuoi?" she demanded. ("What do you want?") I held up a photograph of Beatrice Berlusconi, my voice trembling with hope. "Hai visto questa donna? Sai dove abita?" I asked. ("Have you seen this woman? Do you know where she lives?") She squinted at the picture through her glasses, her gaze sharpening as she continued talking in Italian, "Oh, that's Betty..." Relief washed over me, a powerful tide that nearly knocked me off balance. Marco stepped forward, his presence grounding me as he placed a steadying hand on my back. "Can you tell us where she is?" His voice was calm, but the tension in his grip showed his impatien
Lilianna »»»◈««« "We're never going to find him, are we?" I murmured, my voice barely rising above a whisper as I leaned heavily against the crumbling wall of the grimy alley in Le Piagge. I scanned the filthy surroundings, the stench of decay and neglect assaulting my senses. Trash littered the narrow passage, and the flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows that danced on the graffiti-covered walls. A rat scurried across my path, disappearing into the darkness. My heart sank further. How could a child survive here? The thought gnawed at me. While I lived in my mansions and penthouses, my son was out there, walking these streets. Fear clutched my heart. Marco's fingers brushed my cheek, and I flinched, recoiling from his touch. Since that night with Kason and Anna, a chilling dread had settled deep within me. Any contact from Marco now made my skin crawl, dragging me back to those moments of utter helplessness. I couldn't forget how powerless I felt as Anna ruthlessly ended