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  FATEFUL ITALIAN PASSION 2

  VENEZIANI FAMILY Series

  Book 2

  Olga GOA

  FATEFUL ITALIAN PASSION

  Copyright © 2019 by Olga GOA

  ASIN: B074PF56Z5

  First Published: December 2019

  Cover Design by Olivia at MiblArt

  All cover art © 2019 by Olga GOA

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express permission.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  SPECIAL MESSAGE TO READER

  Hi, dear readers!

  This book is really close to my heart because it fully reflects my trip to Italy, the beautiful country which I had visited in 2011 and I still keep wonderful emotions and memories about the time that I spent there. All the places that I have described in my book are non-fictional; some of them do exist in Italy. So, if you ever get a chance to see Italy, I hope my book will be your guide and that you will visit all these beautiful places around this country.

  And about the emotional scenes in this book—they will help you solve the problems you face in your relationship with your family or with your beloved. I sincerely hope people wouldn't make huge mistakes in their lives which they can’t fix. I want you be happy.

  I thank all of you—my readers on Wattpad—for everything that you've done for me, for being active all the time, for being so attentive and kind. Thank you, guys, for supporting me and my first book series, VENEZIANI FAMILY, which reached about 670K reads on Wattpad and has now gotten a green light. I started writing this book in 2013 year, and because of your constant support, I have decided to continue the series. As I immerse myself in MILANICA’s (Milano and Veronica’s) story, I want to show you how they fall in love, and how they make mistakes, how they reunite, and how they always find themselves in each other’s arms. This story will show everyone how two broken people heal each other through love.

  All the best! God bless!

  Love you ♡

  Olga GOA

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  First and foremost, I would like to extend my warmest thanks to my parents for their love and faith in me. YOU ARE THE BEST!

  Special thanks to my friends, Mary J. Cotza, Silvia Rorato, and Marika Pace from Italy, who helped me in translating the Italian dialogs, and supported me on Wattpad, Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. I adore you, girls!

  Thanks a bunch to Uche and Emma for the text editing and help in stylistics of the book. Thank you once again!

  Thanks to all my other friends and fans who have supported me in any way possible. Love you, guys! Meet me on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram!

  Big thanks to famous writers who have inspired and helped my fantasy world become bigger–E.L.James, Sylvain Reynard and Sylvia Day. Your books about love are unsurpassed.

  CONTENTS

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  INTRODUCTION

  HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT how difficult it is to distinguish between “love” and “passion” in real life? Have you ever doubted the feelings you have for a specific person—was it lust, desire, admiration, jealousy, or perhaps obsession? Were you ever afraid to admit that you have experienced all those feelings at once? Or maybe you were scared of these feelings and denied their nature?

  To all your questions, this book is the answer. The characters of this novel will immerse you in its unique, colorful, and emotional world of adventures, making you forget what is happening around you and about the gray, everyday life.

  —Olga GOA

  “I want to be inside your darkest everything.”

  ― Frida Kahlo

  FATEFUL ITALIAN PASSION

  Fateful Italian Passion Series: Book 2

  OLGA GOA

  Copyright © 2019

  ~ CHAPTER 1 ~

  Fight for Your Happiness

  Somebody was insistently knocking at the door of Milano Veneziani’s room, while he was in the arms of Morpheus. Although the knocking continued, Milano was in bed, just turning over with reluctance.

  Waking up slowly, he started to stretch in the bed. He enjoyed the warmth of the sunset, which reaching into the room and enveloping his body pleasantly. He enjoyed feeling the bond between nature and himself.

  Milano reached his hand with the hope of feeling Veronica beside him, but he did not find anyone. Was everything that happened to him just a dream? Is it true that Veronica has left him for sure? Was he really alone now and was going totally mad?

  But reaching his hand across his big double bed, Milano soon stretched to a soft, erotic buttock. It was covered with a white cotton sheet and radiated the hotness of its skin. Milano smiled at his lucky find while opening his sapphire-emerald eyes.

  He exhaled hard. What a relief! Everything that happened wasn’t just a dream!

  His Angel was lying near him. A beautiful, pure Angel who was sleeping and slowly breathing into her small pillow.

  Milano reached his hand to the Angel, touched her dark blond hair and whispered, “You have such silky hair, dear.... like fur. Only real Angels can have such amazing hair! Only Angels...” He slowly began to unravel her curls and massaged her head carefully.

  For Milano, Veronica looked like a newborn baby; there was no hint of sadness on her face, and she worried about nothing. She was happy.

  But how could I make anybody happy? I’m just like the Demon! And it’s better not to have dealings with him! Milano’s thoughts haunted him. They got to his mind, giving him moral sorrow. Milano felt lost, being with his goddess. But he didn’t want to say it to her.

  Sensing tender scratching of Milano’s hand, Veronica woke up immediately. She tried not to feel an exhausting languor after sex but she yawned, unable to keep her physical impulses at bay. She felt so good and decided to maintain her cool until a better time.

  Veronica turned her head to Milano and saw his smile. It was so radiant and bright as if he wasn’t the demon. It seemed like he was just a human with a kind heart and open soul.

  “Did you sleep well, my Angel?” Milano inquired, stroking the temple and cheek of Veronica.

  “Very good. How about you, my joy?” Veronica asked him with a smile, slowly passing her index finger over his wide nose and slightly pressing the end of it.

  “Why do you address me like this again? Why?” Milano wondered stiffly because, in his heart, he knew that he wasn’t perfect. And it would be better for Veronica if she never touched on this subject. It would be better to keep it just as it was.

  But Veronica didn’t pay attention to Milano’s bad mood and addressed him the way she felt about him. But how could Veronica get so attached to him in these last few weeks? Did she really love him or was it just an attraction? Did this attraction make her head swim like crazy?

  “Because I love you. What else I can say?” It was her answer to
the sudden question of Milano.

  His reaction was quite different from what she expected. He immediately spat an oath, jumping out of bed.

  “That is horseshit! Love doesn’t exist in our world. You could think of something more interesting. For example, about sex.” He raged at Veronica, without looking at her body, and wrinkling his broad forehead, he slowly went to the window.

  Milano looked at the sunset, which showed him that color of emotions to which he was dead to. The emotions that were buried under the cover of his past. He turned his face toward the big city, as if the city resembled him. It was also stony and dark.

  “Soon you will believe in love. The main thing I hope is that it won’t be too late,” Veronica confessed frankly, bending her head to her knees and being absorbed in her world of fantasy. The world where she dreamed about a happy life with Milano that was so ghostly.

  “It won’t happen!” Milano roared. He flared up, not yielding to Veronica’s point on account of his feelings. As he supposed, he hadn’t strong feelings for her. There was only desire and passion.

  Did Milano deceive only himself or both of them? For him it was like going through purgatory or going through all the circles of Hell. It was too sore a trial.

  “Then I’ll die... You will regret…” Veronica wasn’t able to finish her sentence, hiding her face under her thick hair. She felt as lost as Milano and felt quite upset because of his words.

  After this statement of hers, Milano turned his head to Veronica and strictly came to the bed’s side, where she was sitting. He caught her shoulders roughly, and Veronica almost groaned with pain.

  “Add another word about death, cara, and I swear—I’ll hit you!” Milano was growling in rage.

  “Hit me! Hit me, Milano! You have already decided to try out everything with me, haven’t you?! It’s like you are done with BDSM and so, you are considering cruelty, right?” Veronica raised her chin proudly, trying to show that she was still strong even though she was irritated. Although tears of forgiveness filled her eyes—she was not able to be angry at her Demon.

  “Do you explicitly incite me to this cruelty?” Milano raised his voice, not letting his goddess go. It seemed like he was looking straight in the depths of her sensitive, beautiful soul.

  “Yes! I do!” Veronica answered him vehemently, pursing her lips with indignation. She didn’t want to present her weakness and be the loser in their new war.

  However, Milano saw her face had turned red from tears, and he immediately revised his behavior concerning Veronica. He loosened his tough grip with a sigh after his splenetic words.

  “And you incite me to empathy, my fairy,” Milano ironically went on speaking with a smile at her volatile temper.

  “Without a doubt...” Veronica answered him in a whisper when Milano bent his head to her crown and lightly brushed her lips with a kiss. That was what she missed always when Milano was rough with her. Because of that, she could forget about all their arguments.

  Hearing her sarcasm, Milano burst out laughing. He clasped his goddess in his ring of energy, shedding his divine caresses and embraces. He adored as she stroked his muscles up and down.

  “Never tell me about death, dear… Never...” Milano told her, squeezing her palm in his hand.

  “Why? It is inevitable.” Veronica uttered wisely, without realizing why she had touched upon this subject. Maybe because of her bad mood?

  “Just do not speak about it. I’ve already had death in my life, and I don’t want to experience it again…” Milano stopped talking, swallowing the tears in his soul. Something gnawed at him, and he constantly fought with it.

  He can’t tell Veronica the truth yet. Not yet...

  Veronica understood his silence and thought it would be better not to touch this subject again. Give Milano time... the inner voice uttered to Veronica. Do not hurry him, please…

  Forgetting about the emotional conversation with her Demon, Veronica caught his swarthy neck and kissed it, enjoying Milano’s reaction. He hemmed in response to her actions, letting her dominate over him and his body. Milano was standing without moving for a long time, enjoying her caresses, until he embraced her with fervor. He pondered how to get his dear Amazon into his bed one more time.

  But a sudden knock on the door interrupted their desires.

  “Open the door, Mino. It is six p.m. already. How long could you lie on your backs?”

  “It’s Lucenzo,” Milano grinned, recognizing the voice of his brother. “I’ll go to the kitchen, and you, put your clothes on and come downstairs as well... It’s time for supper,” he added, stroking Veronica’s cheek. He thought it was really necessary to eat.

  “Did we sleep that long?” she was shocked, replaying their rows and fast sex, tiredness and total relaxation. Did they even forget about food?

  “Perhaps three hours, Veronica.”

  “When you’re at home, Milano, do you have a good night’s rest or not?” A sudden idea occurred to her mind when she remembered that morning in Pisa. There, Milano woke up sweating all over and his behavior was very strange and frightening. She didn’t know what to think of this incident. What does her Demon hide? What? Veronica wished to get into Pandora’s Box, which Milano concealed faithfully. She tried to find out his spiritual secrets, even if it could be her fatal mistake.

  Veronica didn’t think of the consequences. She just desired to assist Milano.

  “I often have nightmares,” Milano avowed reluctantly. “My brother doesn’t hear my clamor, because the walls in my room strangle the sounds. Thankfully, as I would feel awkward if Lucenzo became a witness to it,” he said, as he relayed his weird experiences to Veronica. He didn’t want to involve Lucenzo in his psychiatric disorders. His brother had his life problems as well.

  “Now you won’t have terrible nightmares, you will have only wonderful dreams. I promise.” Veronica gave hope to Milano, looking intently into his eyes and trying to help him overcome himself.

  “I hope for this...” Milano told Veronica with some distrust in his voice when his goddess gave him embraces as large as the ocean.

  But their calm was interrupted by Lucenzo’s scream. He guessed they probably didn’t hear him at all. “Milano, you’re still keeping me waiting! What the…?”

  “Don’t grumble, Lu. I’m coming.” Milano snapped at his brother, still hugging Veronica.

  “And let Veronica come. I missed her too,” Lucenzo smiled, still staying behind Milano’s bedroom door. He knew how Milano would react to his words. Lucenzo wanted to tease his eldest brother; to rouse his feelings for dearest Veronica.

  When Veronica heard the words of Lucenzo, she forced a laugh.

  “Stop cozying up to my girlfriend, or you’ll get one in the eye.” Milano threatened Lucenzo, while he was away from his goddess.

  “If you don’t cozy up to my bride, I won’t come closer to yours!” Lucenzo laughed, knowing how to provoke his brother, so as not to lose out to him.

  “I’ll come out now and kick your face, Lu.” Milano snarled, trying to put on his dark jeans and black racerback. Although despite his bad mood, he continued smiling.

  “Then get out of your hovel and get your butt to the kitchen!” Lucenzo snapped back.

  Veronica began to giggle, listening to the conversation of the two brothers.

  “Mind your language, Lucenzo.” Milano put his brother in his place. “A lady lives in our big house.”

  “Sorry... I did forget myself.” Lucenzo uttered, waiting for his brother and Veronica behind the door.

  Having blown his goddess a kiss, Milano left the room fast. He gripped Lucenzo’s neck, but Lucenzo hit him in the side. Milano snorted, letting his brother go and started to chat with him about personal things. The young men remembered the evening in the Lascatti house and how funny their night was. Veronica and Milano’s sex moves were heard by Francesca’s parents and the next morning Francesca’s parents joked about that in a delicate way.

  Thinking about her
attachment to Milano, Veronica already knew, that she would live in the cottage of the Veneziani family. But the thought of meeting with Milano’s parents worried her the most. Will they approve of Milano’s choice? Will they realize in what state he finds himself? Will they recognize their grandchild or reject him? But what if Milano’s parents conclude that Veronica walked into their son’s life just to have a taste of their wealth? However, Veronica didn’t care about his money. She only wanted to be with her Demon.

  Finally, Veronica opened the suitcase and bags, which Pietro brought for her. She began to hang her clothes in the wardrobe and was glad that she had the perfect clothes for the trip. Who would have thought that she would need so many clothes? Who could have imagined that she would be living among the high class in society? Her clothes weren’t so chic to go to all social events, but Veronica had consummate taste. Anyway, she was a fashion designer. It meant she couldn’t worry that she would go out into the world in an inappropriate outfit.

  Putting on a chiffon dress, Veronica looked in the mirror and smiled at what she saw. Yes. This is exactly what I needed. She uttered with pleasure. The coral and white summer dress fit perfectly around her waist and looked romantic with a flared skirt. It was great in this hot weather.

  Going down the wooden stairs of the cottage, Veronica heard how the two brothers were discussing something in the kitchen. Lucenzo was cooking supper and arguing with Milano; although it didn’t distract him from what he was doing. Milano was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed in front of Lucenzo, reading the daily newspaper. Milano was so serious and calm, which amused Veronica in an emotional way. She knew Milano wore a mask only for other people. For her, he was a passionate man who didn’t feel shy to try anything. He was almost an ideal boyfriend, and this ‘almost’ depended only on his arrogance.