A gentle breeze triggered rustling leaves beneath the feet of the somber crowd as they gathered in numbers to pay their respect to the dead. It looked like the sky was in cahoots with the mourners, with the cloud covered in hues of dull grey. The circle formed by the one percent of Milan had a freshly dug grave in the middle and a casket adorned with the finest golden ensemble carefully lowered into it.By the side of the cemetery filled with the remains of historical, unimaginable wealth stood a choir band. Their voices, backed by the wind, spurred the deepest sadness even in the hearts of a crowd like this. A gathering filled with a bunch of people with questionable wealth. These people had their heads bowed and their souls in a temporal state of disarray.As the priest stood beside the casket to give an eulogy, a black Jeep Wrangler pulled over at the cemetery entrance, and the car doors flew open. The little distraction drew everyone's attention to the arrival. A woman dressed i
I have given the quest for love. Because hopefully, love will find me one day. Unexpected, astonishing, and breathtaking._Unknown_Lorena's POVI glanced at my slender waist, evident in my Emerald silky nightwear. Again. It's dark already here in Via del Babuino, and I’m feeling so tipsy from washing down the predicaments of my soul with a bottle of champagne. The door to my hotel room opened - finally - a tall, attractive man stepped into the room and walked closer to my sitting position, which was the bed. I squinted at the dark-haired man standing in front of me."Hello, " I smiled at him, wanting to understand why he looked so much like Andreas and what he was doing in my room.I don't know what I was expecting, but I wasn't hoping he would ignore me completely. He looked deeply at me; then, I realized how dark his eyes were. They are blue, blue eyes. Suddenly, he sits closer to me. I turned to take a peek at his face, but this time -closer- he smiled at me. I blink numerousl
"Life is full of surprises, and one of them is finding the one for you, most unexpectedly."_Unknown_Makris Andino's POV I glanced at my wristwatch. Again.Where am I? My eyes widened in shock, looking around at the elegant room surrounded by white and brown. The paint on the wall was all white with brown furniture. This is a hotel. And it's not my room. Why am I even here? My brain started to process how I got to the hotel. I was drinking downstairs with Ajax and Christos. We celebrated our success of gaining a vast contracted deal with the Alas Werke shipping company from Germany. Ajax received a call from his soon-to-be bride, while Christos's mama called him too. They left even without waiting for the hookers we hired online. They left, knowing that I had already booked three rooms for our comfort, and also booked an appointment for hookers to come to entertain us.A few minutes later, I stumbled into a bright room and found a lovely lady with Emerald eyes. She wore Silky em
The best solutions are often simple yet unexpected._Julian Casablancas_Lorena's POVArriving home early in the morning, I slowly emerge through the brick wall that leads to the kitchen window with the help of our family cook, Francesca Oriano, a Thirty-one-year-old cook that turns into my best friend and comfort companion. She assists me in climbing up into the kitchen with a tight frown. "Lady Cicero, What made you stay out the whole night?" she frowned. "I had to pretend last night to be you by laying on your bed when your father came in to check up on you." She grimaces even more as she continues. "You'll put me in big trouble very soon." she raised a question."C'mon, Francesca. No one is putting anyone in trouble here. Where is my father?" "In his old study!" she says. "He has been furious since last night after receiving a call from some strange number," she says. "Hmmm. Who dares to anger the king himself." I giggle. "C'mon, you must change before he steps out to see yo
There are always going to be circumstances you can't plan for. There's always the unexpected relevance and the fate._Jason Silva_Lorena Cicero's POV "Can I come in?" I ask from the small opening of the door. Two minutes later."No response?" I open the door gradually. "I am in." I notify whosoever is inside.Where is he? I thought that man said he was inside this office.Suddenly, I started hearing smooching sounds. —wait a minute, is that kissing sound that I'm hearing? I walked in exclusively. "Buon Cielo–" I screamed with my bag falling from my shoulders in uncertainty. "Who's there?" The Voice was rigid and eclectic with irritation. Is he having sex in the office? Is this man? My eyes are still fixed on my catnapped nemesis. Is he a lovemaking maniac? He turned to glare at me with a frown, and it was quickly replaced with a smirk on his corner lips. His eyes are acceptable. But familiarly, he's a perverted man. "Makris. Get her out of here; she's spoiling the fun. Please,
Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.~ Friedrich Nietzsche~Lorena Ciecro POVIt's not every day that my father, Paolo De'Longhi Cicero, called for me in his old custom traditional book library; it is known by everyone that is connected to the Cicero. It's an old stately home for a chat —And I bet that you won't like to be called into the chat room because it gives chills and unwanted fatherly advice and decision—a place where frustrating choices are made and stamped.My elder sister, Verona, and I knocked on the old thick wooden door to find out. On the second knock, an ancient roman voice was heard."You may enter!" Said the commanding voice in the old roman dialect.Verona looks at me with eyes full of panic, praying to Go
"Those that go searching for love only make manifest their lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it." ~ D. H. Lawrence~Makris Andino's POVI signed in frustration, gazing at my father, who values outsiders over his very own. Urso Andino. The monarch that rules the generational legacy. I have a crucial meeting throughout today; I had to cancel today's presentation board meeting with the directors from China because my father asked me to do so; he had been chattering for too long, and it got on my nerve sitting close to him because we aren't the conversational companions."Adriano," he calls at the lost-in-thought me. "Are you even listening?" he added.That's what he always calls me, but I don't fancy the name much. It's only who knows me from home that calls me that. But recently, the term has been flying over the tabloids—Who the hell even made it known to the public. "Yes, father!" I turned to stare at him.He f
In times of great stress or adversity, it's always best to keep busy, to plow your anger and your energy into something positive.~Lee Iacocca~Lorena Cicero's POVAfter much thinking about my late mother, Morena Cicero, I felt my heart weaken at the thought of my carbon copy, my very own lookalike. I was getting prepared to go to work in the orphanage since it's in the evening my father's choice will be coming to visit his Unabridged wife. "My lady, where are you going to?" Francesca asked with furrowed eyebrows. Looking at me dressed up in a relaxed state. "Have you forgotten you'll be having visitors today by evening, and your father gave us an instruction not to let you go out today," she added."He said that?" I grimace in shock. "I'm not running; why would I run? When I know that if I run, then I'm forever ruined. So, allow me to go out, please, please, please I need to visit the orphanage before time," I pleaded.Francesca looks deeply into my green eyes. "My lady, promise me