Valentina Luca, a struggling artist, marries the enigmatic billionaire Marco Lorenzo, who only married her simply because of her beauty and appealing appearance. Despite her efforts to win their approval, Valentina faces constant scrutiny and rejection from Marco’s family, particularly his formidable mother Francesca, who deems her unsuitable due her background. When pressured by his family, Marco agrees to divorce Valentina and pursue a relationship with Isabella Alessandro, a wealthy heiress recommended by his parents. Valentina discovers a secret about her parentage from her mother, Sofia—a revelation that alters the course of her life. Fabio Matteo, Valentina's billionaire father, reveals himself. Fabio, desperate for an heir and previously unwilling to acknowledge Valentina due to societal pressures, now recognizes her after a DNA test confirms their relationship. He bequeaths his vast fortune to her before passing away, instantly making Valentina the wealthiest woman in Italy. With newfound power and wealth, Valentina's former in-laws and Marco Lorenzo seek her forgiveness and return, begging for another chance. As she navigates her new reality as Italy's most prominent figure, Valentina must decide whether to forgive the past and embrace a new future, including a potential reconciliation with Marco Lorenzo or forget about him and give her new billionaire admirer, William James a chance.
View MoreI continue my movement towards the dining table,when I got to Becca’s side, she flashes me a smile that looks full of an emotion I can’t place my hands on. I stare back at her trying to figure out what’s going on but she is already focused on the setting the table. Valentina, on the other hand, resolutely avoids my eyes.I take my seat on the chair directly opposite my father’s with my injured arm in an awkward position, ready to start asking my father a boatload of question but his voice stops me.“Everything smells nice,” father says while pulling his empty plate closer to himself, ready for the food. “It was becoming difficult to wait for you before eating.”Maybe I should focus on breakfast too, my questions can wait.“I’m sorry to have kept you guys waiting, it’s sometimes difficult to get dressed without help.” I raise my injured arm as a form of explanation.“It’s fine Marco”, it is Becca who replies this time. “It’s great to see you up and about the house already.”I smile
The sound of the door opening wakes me up from one of the most restful sleep I’ve ever had since the shooting, it’s the first sleep I’ve had in recent nights that isn’t med-induced. Without opening my eyes, I hear the faint footsteps of someone coming into my room, the lightness of the steps are obviously Valentina’s. I smile at her image that pops up in my head, I can imagine her walking on tip-toe to avoid waking me up. It is now a daily routine for me to wake up to her by my side and that reduces the pain of my wound and the grogginess of my medicines by a greater percent. I lie perfectly still as she pull the blinds off the window to let in the morning sun.“You know I can tell you’re awake right?” She says while walking towards me from the window. I open my eyes and smile at her knowing my ruse is up.“How are you able to tell?”“Because you’re a bad pretender.”I sigh.“You know me too well.”I sit up gently on the bed trying to avoid my injured arm, she walks quickly to
Navigating the path to recovery alongside Marco has been a source of solace for me, each day bringing us closer to healing. Yet, amidst the progress, a pang of guilt tugs at my conscience for the brief moments I spent with my family before coming down here to ensure his recovery knowing the ordeal they've been through in my absence. I know in no time, we will all recover from this fully, however , the mere sight of burger now triggers memories I’d rather forget, serving as a stark reminder of the trauma we endured.Russell’s once formidable power now seems futile in the face of justice. The weight of his crimes has caught up with him, and he’s facing the full force of the law for his heinous acts. Attempted murder and kidnapping charges now loom over him, ensuring he’ll pay the price for his atrocities, a sentence I’m determined to see through to the end.The depth of Marco’s commitment, evidenced by his arranging our release and his willingness to take a bullet on my behalf, fills m
For several minutes, I stand like an outsider in the midst of the ensuing chaos, my mind blank while my head tries so hard to process what just happened. I remember hearing the gunshot but I didn’t got hit. Marco stands still for a moment, his face as white as chalk, then he falls to the ground clutching his arm. Understanding reverberates through me, Marco is hit."Marco!" I scream, rushing to his side just as blood slowly stains his shirt, a crimson river flowing from the wound in his arm. Panic grips me as I frantically search for a way to staunch the bleeding, to save the man who took the bullet meant from me. But even as I fight to stop the bleeding, I could see the color fading from his eyes, he’s losing so much blood. I blink back the tears threatening to fall in torrents.“I’ll be fine Valentina, it’s just a flesh wound.”“It’s a gunshot wound, you need medical care right now.”A group of men dressed in black crash into the room joining our rescuer, relief evident in their fa
Never have I envisaged that life could be filled with so much rollercoasters. Is this the universe trying to pay me for all the evil I've done? Is it just me or other people go through the same or maybe even worse? Maybe someone foresaw my life unfold way before I existed and came up with the saying ‘Life is not a bed of roses.’My mind wanders back to J. Why am I depending solely on his help? It feels like too many hours have gone by. Rather than sit and wait for a saviour, why can't I save myself? But I don't know how guarded the place is or where Valentina is. It will be foolish to play saviour with no details of anything. I may have been trained by the Mafia lord but as it is, I'll leave the Vandam glory to him. For now, I really need to know that Valentina is safe.Just as I am thinking, A heated argument erupts. I try to strain my ears further but it seems like it's happening a tad bit farther from here. Suddenly the conversation appears more audible as foot steps approach towar
Wordlessly, I watch the movement of my assailant from the door to where I am sitting, his movement and posture is now so familiar to me it feels like a permanent picture imprint in my brain.“I’m here with your food.”I know it’s another burger and I sigh resignedly, at this rate I will be in a running to win a Guinness World Record for most burgers ate in a week.“Thank you,” I pause. “I never really caught your name, what’s your name?”Words flow out of my lips in tow with the idea that just popped up in my head. There has to be a way out of here, maybe if I chum up to the one person who seems to have access to me, maybe I can convince him of my innocence and he’ll help me out.“Why do you want to know my name, Val?”I bite my lips thinking of the best response.“It just occurred to me that you know my name, and judging by the way you call it so familiarly it is only normal for me to know yours and at least return the familiarity.I hold my breath as he scrutinizes me.“You don’t
As I meet up with Alberto at the required location, I can’t help but feel grateful for his assistance.“Thanks once again. You don’t know how much this means to me .” I say gently closing the door of the car.“You didn’t get it from me.”“Sure.”As I scan through the list my eyes catches a familiar name.“Russell?”“What about him? He is a friend of the family, Fabio’s very good friend if I may add.”“That pig.” I trace the date and time of call and add two and two together. “Is there something I should know?”I narrate the entire incident from the very beginning and the recent confrontation at the mall.“Cristos!” Alberto exclaims.“I was bluffing about the recording. I felt that would rattle him up a bit.”“Russell is a very powerful man and if he thinks you have a recording of such a despicable act, best believe he’ll do everything he can to get rid of it and anyone that tries to stop him. If they find out she has no recording, they are coming after you or someone close to you. Be
Judging from the sunlight streaming in through the only window in the room, it is now three days since the removal of my blindfold. I roll over on the thin mattress, the only fixture in the room apart from the chair I was earlier restrained to, and stand up. I pick up the chair and placed it close to the window to begin my routine surveillance of the compound. There really is nothing to see from my position by the window, the room I’m being held in seems to be in a building close to a high wall, leaving me nothing to stare at but the wall.Grimly, I sit and try to get a grip on my emotions. I’ve not had a change of clothes, neither have I had a bath, the only luxury I’ve been afforded is the use of the toilet twice in a day. Each time I go to the toilet, I try to get a feel of the house but it’s difficult to do that with the heavily armed man who escorts me and watches all my movements like a hawk. Sometimes I get the feeling he’s praying silently for me to make a wrong move so h
“You can all go home. Your staying here is of no use,” Mrs. Matteo says, rubbing her eyes wearily.“Thank you. I won’t let you down.”“You already did when you let them walk away with my baby,” she responds, storming out before I even get a chance to reply.I drop Hellen and Becca home before starting the engine.“Marco, where are you going?” Becca inquires.“To see a friend. Don't wait up.” “Does this friend have a name? Marco, you haven't fully recovered and another hit to your head will land you in a vegetative state.”“At least I'll die knowing I fought a good fight.”“No one is dying” she jumps into the car folding her arms.“Hellen please go in and rest your head. You've been through a lot as it is.” Becca instructs her.The poor girl nods definitely regretting her decision to visit Becca.“If you think jumping into the vehicle will stop me, Becca, then think again,” I say firmly, my resolve unyielding as I jump out of the car and grab my leather jacket stepping out into the ni
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