Ruggerio
“What do you think about this one?”
I look over to my sister’s phone while eating and shrug my shoulders.
“This one is nice too!”
She groans as I return to my plate.
“I know thaaat! But which one is nicer?”
“Which one do you like more?”
She swipes back a few pictures before she beams up at me.
“This one, but in pink.”
“Pink? I’m not putting that order through.”
She gasps, about to throw a tantrum.
“But daddy said you would!”
I chuckle as my mother walks through our dining room with flowers in her arms. She must have freshly cut them in the garden.
“Elisabetta, let your brother eat in peace!”
She disappears out of the room still cursing in Italian about how my sister would end up giving me a bad stomach by stressing me out while eating. Elisabetta groans again and gets out of her chair pouting.
“I’ll call Alfredo tonight. Get you your pink Urus.”
My heart bleeds at the sole thought of it but is quickly mended as she hugs me like the whirlwind she is.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“Elisabetta!”
My mother’s shouting has her jerk up and run out of the room. I laugh and continue to dig in as my phone chimes.
Frank: Got the tickets.
Ruggerio: Nice!
Frank: We will be Willy Grumple and Max Flores.
Ruggerio: No way!
I laugh at my best friend's extraordinary talent at making up fake idiotic names that will surely blow our covers soon. As if a Grumple and a Flores unknown to the host would spend 30k to get into the party of the year. And as soon as we will get discovered my grandfather will have my head on a plate. Good thing this is one of those stupid masked balls and even better, women at those gatherings are wild. It’s like they get a kick out of flirting in masks. I normally play big with my name to capture them. They usually find their way into my bed all by themselves when they hear my name. Unfortunately, a few beauties are hard to get rid of afterwards, but there is nothing I couldn’t manage. Coming from a family with hot-tempered women and choleric men, I’m used to way worse than any scene a woman could put me through. This is why I like this party at no end. I get to flirt with beautiful women and win them over without having to play my family’s joker. I can partly be myself and my kick is to win them over with my charms, even with a name like Willy Grumple.
My father walks in still wearing his sunglasses. His casual attire shows me that he was out for a ride with his old timer. Others jog in the morning, and he drives a convertible Ferrari Maranello. He says it’s his leisure since he passed everything down to me. That doesn’t keep him from sticking his nose into my work or giving unsolicited advice though.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at the office already?”
I lower my gaze at the newspaper in front of me, even if I’ve already read it.
“Frank is going to pick me up in about an hour. Our meetings don’t start before noon.”
I take a sip of my coffee as I add.
“Also, I had a long night at the office yesterday, so I supposed it would be alright.”
He just grunts disapprovingly as he takes off his sunglasses to throw them on the table before he sits down.
“Your brother will be back in two days. Maybe you could pick him up from the airport?”
“I don’t think I would find the time.”
“I’m sure that if you look into your agenda again, you will be able to make a bit of space for your brother.”
Getting up to escape this conversation, I give in.
“Sure, I’ll see what I can do.” I don’t wait for his answer and walk out of the kitchen. Passing the living space and the dusting maids, I get on the terrace behind the house that faces the big and colorful garden my mother cares for like a child of hers. Taking a seat in a lounge chair, I light my cigarette.
I have to stop to pass by to eat breakfast here, but my mother would give me an earful about that.
Ginevra I want to throw up on the table badly as Tommaso fake laughs at my father’s joke. At least he is diplomatic. I’m sitting in a noble restaurant between my father and my mother and trying not to look sick at this grotesque situation. Tommaso is indeed a tall and slender man with the smallest lips I’ve ever seen. Labbra da traditore, as Nina would say. Like me, he must have been pressed into wearing something screaming wealth and so he is wearing a light blue tailored suit with a dark blue satin tie and is sitting between his parents. I was convinced all would be going well but as I’m sitting in front of him trying to make casual conversation my heart sinks more and more. My pondering on the question of what would be wrong with him, that even with all that money, he would need an agency to be married to someone, gets even worse as I want to gag at his honied voice. Well, just like me… I push down the urge to sigh deeply, not wanting to be punished by my mother as soon as
Ruggerio Walking through the building site of the skyscraper our client is planning in this million-strong metropolis, I barely follow the conversation he is having with us about the upcoming steps to take. I’m glad that Frank is managing it perfectly as I stand next to the little group as if it’s how it was supposed to be. Thanks God for my poker face. As I check my watch for the umpteenth time, Frank finds a moment of distraction to nudge me. He lifts his helmet, passing his hand through his sand-blond hair before putting it back on. “Just go, I can close it up.” I frown but he insists, “Just strip it off like a band-aid. Go pick up the asshole and get back. Let’s watch the game tonight and all will be fine again.” “Thank you, Bro!” I take my leave, bid my goodbyes to the client and his entourage, and rush out of the building. Tearing the helmet off my head, I throw it to the guard at the exit of the site. “Thanks, Paul.” *** Steering into the traffic, I have the boxes b
Ginevra Standing in my Nana’s boutique, I’m talking to a customer while Nina is cashing in another. The little ding at the door announces the entrance of a new costumer and I recognize a regular. She has her light brown hair tied in an elegant ponytail and is wearing a yellow summer dress. The big loop earrings swing as she spots me with a big smile. My interest gets captured by the gorgeous hulk getting in after her. His broad shoulders and muscular body contrast with her petite frame. His clenched jaw outlines his strong jawline and I’m nearly saddened by the fact that sunglasses are hiding his eyes. Good heavens. I wave at her to greet her, and to also rip me out of my trance. I finish talking with the lady in front of me and as she decides on a bag, I invite her to the counter to pay. As I’m packaging the designer bag with tissue paper, Nina scoffs next to me. I follow her gaze to the newly arrived couple and get back to tie a bow out of a colorful ribbon. I thank the elderly w
Ruggerio “Aaaaaah, and this one. Look at this.” Frank holds up his phone to me, showing me a tanned beauty posing in a bikini. “Nice.” “Looks like there will be a lot of hot babes at the party.” I hum approvingly as he shows me another picture of a blonde posing in front of the Eiffel Tower in a mini dress. As every year the young and rich are posing about getting their ticket on social media. And like every year, Frank and I go through the posts to see if we would spot the hottest ones in their masks. Normally, I would be on fire to see the girls, but something has been bothering me since I got out of that demoniac shop with my sister. “Can you believe she has been doing this for years?” Frank groans, repositioning himself in his seat. “She walks around with their family crest!” “You have to let it gooooo.” He sighs desperately and shows me yet another picture. “Concentrate on this.” “I don’t do brunettes.” Chuckling, he swipes to another picture of a blonde and grins.
Ruggerio As the bartender delivers our drinks, I thank him and hand her the glass of champagne. She thanks me with a crooked smile, and I take a deep breath lifting my gaze. Just as I let my eyes roam over the entrances, I see two women walking in. They halt at the top of the remaining steps after having passed the large double doors and seem to assess which bar they want to attack first. The one on the right captures my attention immediately. Do I know her? She is wearing a lilac dress that flows down her body, kissing her curves and putting some nice boobs on display. No, I surely would remember those. The color of the dress matches her mask, like everybody else’s does. It’s quite common actually. Hers, on the other hand, has her looking regally. She has her hair falling on her shoulders like a black silky waterfall. I don’t do dark haired. I’m still staring as my thought has me tearing back to reality. I look back to my date as her voice and the loud music which faded mom
Ginevra The beat gets under my skin, vibrating through me. The hall I just walked into as Rachel Silverstone is packed. The music pumps through the room, covering every noise that this huge number of people would naturally make. As Nina yells at me, I just understand enough to know that she wants to go to the bar. Having joked to her about how this were going to be my last days of freedom as I was going to be engaged soon to a man I didn’t love, I’m surprised to feel the tension slipping off me with every ticking second, instead of having anxiety crippling me further. The hall can be accessed by several side doors that follow long stairs with white balustrades. The large crystal doors open to a little platform, with a short staircase leading to the immense hall flooring which is lined with reflective black tiles. At two sides at the end of the high and enormous hall, where there is no opening to a stairway, there is a crystal bar, with an all-transparent counter and vested decorat
Ginevra Feeling the need of another cigarette, I shake the cigarette package in front of me and groan. “It’s empty, love, do you have another one?” “No, that was my last, but our angel could surely get us a new one.” My gorgeous prince looks at her with a grin. “Your angel?” “Yeah. We have a nice banquet lady serving us drinks and snacks.” I laugh as she giggles, “I’m never going to leave that place.” Mr. Happy-smile gasps dramatically, “Nobody served us. How outrageous.” “Sorry, but she apparently had her hands full.” Nina shakes her drink again with a smile, just in time as the nice lady brings us new drinks. “Thank you, Ambeeer!” We shout in unison as she puts down our drinks and the men laugh. “You’re welcome, Ladies.” Nina sighs deeply as she takes a sip from her glass. “Oh, how I love Amber.” She jerks up, still carefully not to have her legs fall off Mr. Happy-Smile’s lap. “Sorry, babe! I forgot to ask for cigarettes.” I'm about to wave my hand dismissively
Ruggerio We settle back into our lounge, and I pull her close as soon as she let go of my hand to sit down next to me. I can’t remember ever being this touchy. Also, I love how close she gets to me. Smelling her perfume has my brain skipping his services, having me behave like a little boy. I could have her cling on to me all evening and would do anything to have her remove her mask. “So where does a royal princess usually go clubbing in this plebeian city?” She looks at me skeptically as I hold my cigarette pack out to her. “I’d like to meet you in another life.” Even if rolling her eyes, she can’t prevent the smile stretching on her luscious lips. “This isn’t a good idea, Ron.” “Don’t you want to let destiny decide that?” She laughs as she shakes her head. “It’s not exactly destiny if you look for me where I tell you I’ll be.” “It’s destiny that I’m so set on finding you in real life.” I light her cigarette and she takes a long pull, freeing the smoke back out slowly. “M
My lovely readers I hope you enjoyed my debut novel and the extra chapters. I am very happy to have been able to share this incredible journey with you and am currently looking into the possibility of doing a spin-off about Elisabetta and Alexander. If it will work out, you’ll know :D Be certain to follow me on the socials by finding me with my full name to get all my updates. In the meantime, I will leave that little sneak peek of my planned sequel below. Much love, Shelagh ’s business, the twins want to go to New York and regain the legacy their parents lost by marrying for love. After traveling to New York under false pretenses, they are ready to take what would belong to them as a birthright. But as soon as they find themselves between the Monteccos and Capolettis in the huge metropolis, they find out soon enough about where thei
Federico “Good afternoon, Mr. Montecco. How was your flight?” Alfredo greets me with a smile as he holds open the door of the limousine. “It was alright, Alfredo. Thank you very much.” I take a deep breath as I settle into the backseat, and Alfredo drives off. It’s not that I’m not looking forward to finally seeing my sister again, but work and the planning of my upcoming trip are taking a toll on me, making me want to just drop everything and depart a month prior than scheduled. Locking my phone after answering a few emails I got during the flight, I put it back into my inside pocket and open the newspaper I was trying to read all along. But of course, I don’t get too far as we seem to reach the mansion my sister is living in with her husband at lightning speed. “Thank you, Alfredo,” I say, as he opens the door for me and goes to fetch my luggage. I have barely stepped out of the car as I see the entrance of the beautiful home before me open and my sister steps outside with a s
Elisabetta “What the hell?!” Ginevra says as we drag her into the room with her wedding dress.It had been a struggle to bring her onto a plane, and through New York. I guess that the fact that we had everything private, like the jet and the chauffeurs, saved us from a lot of trouble.We had originally planned to drug her with some light sleep-inducing drug. But suddenly, Nina was against it and made us change our plans. So, we figured out the tactic of telling her that Ruggerio had left, leaving her at the altar, in order to get her onto a plane to New York. But as we started to tell her that she lost it completely.She kept screaming that she didn’t believe us and that she wanted to speak to him.Naturally, we couldn’t have her speak to him.As he was indeed waiting for her at the altar.So, plan C kicked in.Even if it should be called plan P, as it rose from the panic we felt at that moment.We overpowered her, and while our staff took all the packed things we needed to take with
Francesco “Did you hear from any of them?” Ruggerio asks me for the umpteenth time.“Yes, Ru. Nina just texted me. Your spouse is still alive.” I check my watch before flashing my grumpy best friend a grin.He looks ready to rip my head off my shoulders, but I will let it slip as he is losing his mind at how nervous he is.“Ready, bro?” I ask him, and he closes his eyes while taking a deep breath.“Yes!” He says, clearing his throat.I slap his arms, getting him to pull onto his sleeves again. He clicks his tongue as I chuckle at how cute he is.Wanting to look perfect for his bride.“Let’s go!”With another deep breath, we walk down the stairs and out of the gateway to reach the wedding venue with the hugely built patio where empty chairs and a floral bow are already waiting. It is breathtaking because of the view of a vineyard, but also because of its lovely decorations.It would have been the perfect place for them to get married.My heartbeat skyrockets as I am still unsure how h
ElisabettaRuggerio distorts his face, and again it is Nina who is the first to speak. “I guess they are still convinced that she is pregnant. Or hoping that it is the case by now…”Silence falls upon us as we stare at Hissy and Nina with a shocked expression.“She would lose the baby. Especially, as we are highly superstitious when it comes to these kind of things.” Hissy adds, getting us to stare at the packages gutted.Nina tears herself out of her trance, and whispers. “I have to talk to her.”As she disappears into the house, I turn to my brother who is already clenching his jaw. His stare doesn’t leave the door where Nina just disappeared through, even as I talk to him. “Ruru, don’t worry. We will get rid of them. But you should go now. Don’t let her think that you are worried as she will get more anxious.”By lying my hand on his arm, I lean in to get into his line of sight. He nods slowly, and before he gets steered away by Frank, he reaches into his pocket. Handing me a folde
Elisabetta It is rather comical how they had to tear my brother off that ladder to get him away from Ginevra that we are still laughing about it the next morning.Ginevra wipes the tears from her eyes and sighs. “Giving him a ladder has really been a bad idea.”“Ah, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it. You had to be dragged in as well.” We laugh as Nina mocks Ginevra jokingly. “You are both so mental. It’s disturbing but also incredibly cute.”Ginevra pulls Nina close, pressing her grinning face against Nina’s cheek.Seeing Ruggerio and the interaction with him must have done her incredibly well. I am glad to see her in an easygoing mood as I had thought a few times that she seemed troubled because she was pale and apparently felt sick.And I guess that two days before your special day, it is just going to be worse.At one point, we even had trouble getting her to eat something, which worried Nina especially. But she kept saying that she was too nervous to eat and that she didn’t want
Fortunately, the next few days are hectic, keeping me from thinking too much about what happened. Or how it broke my heart. As the guests for the wedding start to arrive, we are too busy with the final preparations to even find a moment to talk when we meet at the venue. But he still keeps standing as closely as possible to me. Making me feel the worst pain I have ever experienced before. I guess that rejecting his offer broke my heart much worse than his first rejection as I asked him about what he felt for me on our first date. Or the things he told me in Paris about how we were just compatible when it came to fucking. Taking a deep breath, I follow one of the minions of the wedding planner crew to arrange the flowers on the patio of the rehearsal dinner. We are turning the vases and picking at the flowers without any sense as I hear him clear his throat behind me. He is really getting on my nerves with this quirk of his. “What do you want?” I ask annoyed without even raisin
As soon as I straightened back up again, I get lifted off my feet and carried into the adjoining room with the whirlpool. “What are you doing?!” I squeal, punching his chest. “Let me down.” “I just want a bit of privacy.” He answers with clenched teeth, as he puts me down. He closes the door behind us, and I cross my arms over my chest. “You have some nerves.” “Do I?” He smirks but lifts a brow as he looks behind me. “Why isn’t that thing going?” Shrugging, I look back at the empty tube shortly before turning back to look at him. “We never use this.” He hums, and passes me, starting to fill the whirlpool. “We are going to use it now.” “You are kidding, right?” I ask, clicking my tongue, but he is already undressing. Turning my head away from him, blushing like a little girl, I suddenly feel him tugging at my jersey. “I’d never kid about the possibility of seeing you naked.” “You must have lost your mind!” I say, making him chuckle. “Come on, Annie. I’ll keep my hands to mysel
Turning to Elisabetta and Hissy, I get back into my excitement about the upcoming ceremony.“And the dress?” Hissy asks in a whisper.Elisabetta pouts her lips. “I don’t know if it is going to work, but I managed to book a small room by the venue where we can do the change and all the make-ups.”“Oh, I can’t wait.” Hissy squeals, making me giggle.“She is going to cry so much these days. She is going to love it!” I chime in, and the two women nod with a broad smile.Successfully dodging another attempt from Frank to finally have our “talk”, I walk ahead of the two ladies as they continue to chatter along.As we finally get back to our vacation home, Ginevra is already standing behind the door, looking like she is about to burst.“And how was it?”I hug her, swaying slightly. “Oh, it is perfect. It looks soooo beautiful. The flowers and the view. It’s going to be fantastic.”“For real?” She asks, wiping a small tear from her eye. “I’m so glad. I’m so nervous.”“You look pale, babes. Do