Semua Bab Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress: Bab 81 - Bab 90

I stand in front of the full-length mirror, my reflection gazing back at me with uncertainty. In one hand, I delicately hold a black dress, its fabric flowing through my fingers like a dark river. In my other hand, I clutch a white dress, its pristine hue contrasting against my fingertips. A moment of indecision hangs in the air, as I ponder which garment to wear.About an hour ago, I had put my father to bed. I believe that today's events were too much for him to handle, and true to my word, I took him to the hospital with Jax where he accompanied my father to his appointment with Dr. Cameron for a checkup. I wasn't in the mood for his smart-arse personality, and I'm still pretty salty about his undesirable opinion about us being poor like it's a choice. Besides, I didn't get much sleep last night. I tossed and turned as I tried to make sense of what had happened with Alessandro in the middle of the street. I think it's safe to say he is like my human-form kryptonite. He makes me

With a sudden jolt, I push the folder away from me as if it were ablaze, my heart pounding in my chest. My body recoils, scrambling away from the cabinet in a frenzy. Wide-eyed, I find myself unable to tear my gaze away from the ominous folder, its contents shrouded in mystery. I... I have a brother?! As much as my heart is screaming at me that there must be a misunderstanding, I know for certain that my eyes don't deceive me. My mother had a family before she settled down with my father, giving birth to Rose and me a few years later. But how? How can she just up and leave her son? Did something terrible happen and was my dad just a rebound guy that she stood beside because she wanted a simpler life? I have so many questions and my mother's not here to answer them. I wonder if my father knows that she had a son and if he did, is he to blame for her abandonment? "Shit, fucking arsehole, shit!!" My inner goddess screams. With my eyes burning holes in my mother's most pr

ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.I lean back in my chair, tilting my head upwards as I stare at the pristine white ceiling. Ivy…She is all I think about, taste and desire. Her name is like a haunting melody that only rings louder in my ears as time moves on. After she sent me a message last night stating that she would be unable to attend dinner, I took the liberty of calling an old friend in the expectancy that she would be able to fuck the memories of Ivy Bishop out of my head.I drove myself to the city's little intimate club, which is well-known for its booths in every corner that is completely blacked out and reserved entirely for fucking to the beat of the music.We drank, danced, she was in fits of laughter at every word I spoke, and when the time came for her to jump on my cock, it was limp. Fucking lifeless. And regardless of what technique she used to make it hard, it was futile.Even my cock is loyal to Ivy Bishop. Knock! Knock!!“Come in!” I mutter, brushing a hand ov

I stand under the living room threshold, leaning against the door jab with my arms folded, as I watch my dad and Savannah interact with one another for the very first time. I'll never be able to forget the look on Dad's face when I walked through the front door with Savannah in tow. He was preoccupied, scolding Jax about him moving his queen around the board too early. “I'm on to you, boy.” He growled, wagging his finger at Jax with one eye squinting at him. Jax sat there shaking his head, as he rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air. “Alright old man!” He yelled with irritation, tired of being called a cheat. “You win.” I closed the door, gaining both of their attention and as my dad's eyes landed on the little figure who was hiding behind me, his bottom lip began to wobble the second he realised who Savannah was. “Well, don't just stand there.” My dad muttered, waving us to come forward. “Come a little closer, so I can get a better look at you.” His voice croaked.I

Dismounting the bike, I remove the helmet off my head and pass it to Doctor Cameron. “I…”He flips the visor up and his brown eyes meet mine. “Don't mention it, Miss Bishop.” He smiles as he takes the helmet from my hand. “I'll see you around the hospital.” He pushes his visor back down, shoves the helmet into his backpack and takes off. As I walk towards the gates of the villa, they begin to open and a black sedan exits the grounds, coming to a stop in front of me. The back seat passenger window slides down, revealing a very dolled-up Mrs DeLuca with a look of scorn staining her face.“What are you doing here, Ivy Bishop?” Her nose wrinkles with disdain as she takes in my appearance. “Don Valentino has made us all aware that you are no longer welcome to come and go whenever you please.”“It’s none of your business why I am here,” snarling. “I'm surprised you're still taking up space where you are clearly not welcomed?” I twist my lips with amusement when she gasps, taking my words