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If you're reading this from the future, some of the things you might've heard about Niccolò may not necessarily be, in terms, good.

But you haven't heard how things developed from the first time I met Niccolò Conti.

I know what you might be thinking, "Dani, are you crazy? He's a killer!"

Believe me, that part I'm more than aware of. But, just so you can understand how one single person can make me so insanely and psychopathically crazy in love with them, I'm gonna tell you the story of how we met, from my own point of view.

Maybe then you could truly see, through my very own eyes, and truly feel what I felt and know the things that we went through. I'll tell you everything, and show you how I've managed to dig up the heart of gold hidden underneath his thick Valentino coat and melt the icy cold layer of frost that surrounds it. Then, you'd finally understand what I really mean when I say that I fell in love with a criminal.

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Our story begins in 1994. At my home in
the sunny hills of Los Angeles, California.

It all started a few weeks before I first met
him in Monte Carlo, for the Herrera's annual
charity event at their grand hotel.

I had heard rumors prior to meeting him before
in numerous parties. Almost every girl who attended the parties knew who he was, or was
dying to find out. Many young women would gather around the dining tables with pointy ears
and wide eyes to gossip and interchange as
much information behind their husbands
backs about the controversial millionaire and
his mysterious life.

No one really knew who he really was, or how
he became such a well known business man
at such a young age ever since he came to
America from Italy just a few short years ago.

Many jealous men suspect he already had connections in the area, but the women argued
and believed that just couldn't be possible, since
no one around here had never even heard his
name before, Conti.

Niccolò Conti. That sort of name was new in
the minds and mouths of the residents in all of
Los Angeles.

A name that was highly respected despite where
the said to be charismatic and charming young man came from or how he made his staggering millions.

He was usually a very reserved man, and even though he has been in a few magazine covers
for his outstanding casinos and extremely costly lifestyle, Niccolò Conti usually kept to himself. 

Because of that, everyone just seemed to wonder and make their own assumptions about him.
Was all of his money simply from the hotels he owns? Maybe from his wine imports? Certainly, there had to be more to be found about what many women called the "most handsome bachelor" in all of Los Angeles. Some say he was even hotter than the actor, Brad Pitt.

Strangely, I couldn't help but feel the same way about him too. Not the part about Brad, (before
the parties I didn't even know he was on the covers of magazines) but the part about being somewhat drawn to him. I guess mystery and women are a pretty easy going mix.