All Chapters of The Veil of Vengeance: Love, Betrayal and Redemption : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The sun dips low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the cobbled streets as I sit alone in my room, nursing yet another glass of whiskey. It has been a week since my exchange with Valentina, I’ve not stepped foot outside this house ever since, the house is fully stocked with supplies leaving me absolutely no reason to step foot outside. Giovanni and Flora’s honeymoon is at the right time leaving me to no other company other than myself, time away from everything has afforded me space to reflect well and think of ways to bounce back with the little money I have saved under another name. The thought of Giovanni and Flora, dancing beneath the stars on some far-off tropical island, brings back memories of my marriage. My honeymoon with Valentina was nothing to write home about, I had been occupied with work so much I barely had enough time to spend with her as newlyweds.The familiar chime of the doorbell disrupts the intrusion of Valentina and my marriage experience on my thoug

The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the picturesque ocean while I lounge on a plush beach chair, a cool sea breeze whispering through my hair. The vacation villa Chiara lodged us in offers stunning views of the azure waters below, and I enjoy the rare opportunity to unwind and escape the relentless demands of the real life world.I close my eyes, allowing the memories to wash over me like the waves crashing upon the shore below. I can still remember the way things were with Marco before marriage, how he showered me with affection and attention at every turn.I recall the countless romantic gestures he made—the surprise bouquets of flowers that would magically appear on my doorstep, the impromptu picnics in the park where we would while away the hours lost in each other’s company.One particular memory stands out in my mind—the time Marco had surprised me with a spontaneous trip to the Amalfi Coast, whisking me away on a whirlwind adventure that I would never forge

“Where are you going all dressed up?”Chiara voice comes from the doorway of the room, I turn around from my poise in front of the mirror where I stood checking out my look some moments before.“Nickolas is taking me out for lunch. I thought I mentioned.”“I must have been absentminded when you did. Looks like you both are getting along so well, you might be catching the vacation spirit after all.”She smiles as she says this leaving the doorway to come closer to where I’m standing.“It’s just lunch Chiara, it’s not as if we are going on a date or something.”She arches her eyebrows at my words.“Where is this ‘lunch’ happening?”“He mentioned a restaurant overlooking the Aegean Sea but I really didn’t catch all the details.”She shoots a look of disbelief at me.“Who are you and what have you done to Valentina?”“What do you mean?”“Look at you getting ready to go to lunch at a place you don’t know and with a man you recently met, I thought I was the reckless one.”I laugh out loud

It’s been a week since I landed in Santorini and the tranquil beauty of the island still gets me every time. I lay on the soft bed in my suite room wondering what Chiara is up to, I have not set eyes on her today. She is probably with that guy from the other suite, the one whose name sounds like that of a Royal Prince of England. The streaks of sunlight coming in from the window is reflected on my face, I quietly pray for some force to take it away from my face without me having to stand up and pull the blinds.My phone rings, shattering the peace with its insistent buzzing. The ringing of my phone settles my inner debate, I have to get up from bed after all. I stand up and stride across the room to the armchair where my phone lay with a prayer in my heart for the caller to be Marco. I had dialed his number in a moment of longing the other day and he’s never called me back.With a sigh, I reach for it, my heart sinking as I see Alberto's name flashing on the screen. It's never a good

The hum of the jet’s engines fades into the background as we touch down at the airport in Italy, and I feel a sense of relief wash over me even as I gather my belongings and prepare to disembark. It's been a long journey from Greece, but I'm finally back on familiar ground, ready to face the situation at the office as soon as possible.As I step off the jet, I'm met by Alberto, who stands very close by with a concerned expression on his face. He falls into step beside me, his brow furrowed in worry."Valentina," he says, his voice tinged with relief. "I'm so sorry to have drawn you away from your vacation sooner than expected, but the situation was getting out of hand"I nod, my own concerns weighing heavily on my mind. "I understand, Tell me everything," I say, my tone firm.Alberto launches into a detailed account of the situation with the perfume, his words echoing in my ears as we make our way through the airport. It's clear that the issue is more serious than I had initially thou