Kilo's Castle

                                                Chapter 9   A bachelor’s life is a fine breakfast, a flat lunch, and a miserable dinner. - Francis Bacon Marco Orsini’s POV “…so what do you think of that brunette over there.” She discreetly nodded in the direction of the young woman talking animatedly to a group. “She comes from a good family. I think she will be good enough to meet your grandfather’s expectations.” I had long ago stopped listening to the woman beside me who babbled non-stop about every single eligible woman who might be suitable for my quest.

                                            Chapter 8   A grandmother is a babysitter who watches the kids instead of the television. -Author Unknown   Alfonso Orsini’s POV “Stop spying on them, mia moglie.” I reprimanded my wife of almost fifty years as she stood near the window of our library watching our Marco and his lady friend walk towards the vineyard outside. “I can’t help it.” My stubborn wife replied as her watchful eyes remained on the young people outside. “Look at them. They are perfect for each other. I can see it.” So can I, I thought silently. I sighed and removed my gaze from the newspaper I was reading and stared at my lovely wife. “But you heard your grandson, Claudia mia. Francesca is just working for him.”

                                                                     Chapter 7 Never go on trips with anyone you do not love. - Ernest Hemingway Francesca Marcolini’s POV “What are you doing here?  I was standing in front of the building of my penthouse apartment when I saw the familiar figure leaning casually on the door of his Ferrari early this morning. “I'm here to pick you up.” He said casually. As he smiled evilly in my direction; his eyes were concealed by a pair of black aviator sunglasses to match his devilishly dark looks. “Where are we going?” I asked coldly fighting off the blush that wanted to spread through my cheeks. “I kn...

Came across this and I just had to share. Its one of countless stories of going from grass to grace but this one has a target,a focus. I'll let the story speak for itself ... Now to all the young girls looking at these photos, please read below.. My name is Linda Ikeji. I'm a blogger. I'm 35 years old and I have never...never ever in my life slept with a man for money. Not only have I never done it, I have never even considered it...and here I am with a house that cost me over half a billion naira.

                                                                       Chapter 6 Many marriages would be better if the husband and the wife clearly understood that they are on the same side. -Zig Ziglar Francesca Marcolini's POV After a week of cold silence from him, I received a summon from the devil himself. He wants me to come to his office as soon as possible. What could he possibly want from me? I asked myself silently. After the good start we had at the wedding of Lucca and Tatiana, I deluded myself that we might start a friendship and we don't need any more to try to kill each other every time we had the misfortune to meet. ...

                                                            Chapter 5. Soul mates…two halves of the same soul joining together in life’s journey -Author Unknown Marco Orsini’s POV I am talking to a group of businessmen while trying to enjoy the wedding reception of the Duke and Duchess of Caprielle here in Palazzo di Cavelli. My bowtie seemed too tight around my neck as I took a deep breath. In truth, weddings aren’t really my thing. But I can’t just let this wedding pass. It was my best friend’s wedding and I am his damn best man. As much as I tried to amuse myself inside the grand ballroom of the Palazzo di Cavelli, I felt bored. Lucca was busy adoring his wife on the other side of th...

                                                                  Chapter 4  W hen your friends begin to flatter you on how young you look, it’s a sure sign you’re getting old. -Mark Twain Francesca Marcolini’s POV I don’t know if I should feel happy or not. The fact that Marco Orsini, indeed, donated half a million euros to the charity should make me feel ecstatic; such a generous contribution but there’s a catch. In exchange for that charitable donation I got myself tangled with the likes of him. In short I am now officially working for him— temporarily, thank God. I sighed deeply. That’s right, in exchange for that money I am now forced to work for ...

Chapter 3 Unless both sides win, no agreement can be permanent. - Jimmy Carter Francesca Marcolini’s POV I couldn’t believe it. I stared at the report on last night’s charity ball. He wasn’t lying, I thought furiously. He didn’t donate a single centavo because I refused to help him with his ridiculous quest. That heartless man walked away without giving donations to the charity he claimed he’d been supporting. I stood abruptly from my chair and grabbed my bag from the table. “Lucy,” I told my young secretary just outside my office without halting my steps. “Cancel all of my appointments today.” “May I ask where are you going in case someone looks for you, Mrs. Marcolini?” I gave her a grim smile as I looked back where she’d been sitting. “I’m going to see an exasperating man.”