HER REVENGE

14.

Boss, I think Alessandro is getting suspicious of me," Michele said, his voice shaking.

"You can't let him find out that you're my spy," Massimo said, his voice low and threatening. "If he does, you'll be dead meat."

"But boss," Michele protested. "I think it would be best if I left his side. I don't want to get caught."

"Are you telling me what to do?" Massimo snapped. "I'm in charge here, and I say you stay in that company. Is that clear?"

"Okay, boss," Michele said, his voice barely above a whisper. He turned to leave, his heart pounding in his chest.

"If he messes up," Massimo said,"kill him."Giovanni nodded, his face expressionless.

★★★

In David's office, Isabella, Chiara, and Rosalba were seated around a table. David spoke up.

"So, shall we all meet Mrs. Perez?" he said, looking around the table. "I'm sure you're all familiar with her."

Isabella nodded. "Yes, of course."

Rosalba scoffed, her eyes flashing with anger. She didn't like being in the same room as Chiara, let alone having to work with her.

"So she'll be our new model at this company, and she'll also be working with Isabella at Fabrizio's company," David said, looking around the table.

"But she's new here," Rosalba said,"How can she be the model just like that?"

"Do you have a problem with that, Miss Rosalba?" Chiara asked, her eyes narrowing

"Yes, I do have a problem with that!" Rosalba yelled, her voice growing louder.

"Then you should take it up with Alessandro," Chiara said,

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Rosalba shouted, her voice shaking with rage.

Chiara remained calm, but there was a steely look in her eyes."I'm Perez Chiara, in case you've forgotten,"

Rosalba stood up and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind her.

"I'm so sorry about that, Mrs. Perez," David said

Chiara shook her head. "It's nothing. I know she's the problem, and I'm ready to deal with her."

★★★

"Are you keeping an eye on Alessandro's wife?" Fabrizio asked, his voice low and serious. He took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his head.

"Yes, boss," Strom replied. "She's working at the Franklin company as a model now."

"Make sure you keep a close eye on her," Fabrizio said. "And don't let Alessandro find out. You know what he'll do to you if he does."

Strom nodded. "I understand, boss. I won't let you down."

Just then, the door to the office burst open and Maria stormed in.

"Are you just going to sit here and watch Matteo become a photographer?" she yelled, her eyes blazing with anger.

Fabrizio remained calm, but there was an edge to his voice. "He's your son, Maria. You should be the one taking care of him."

Maria's eyes narrowed. "That's easy for you to say. You're not the one who's been raising him."

"Yes, I raised him, but I didn't raise him to be a weakling,"

"So you're not going to do anything about it?" Maria demanded, her voice shrill.

"Absolutely not," Fabrizio said, his face like stone.

★★★

"What about Chiara?" Luca asked. "I haven't seen her around here lately."

"Chiara won't be working here anymore," Lucia said. "She's now a model for Franklin company."

"Oh," Luca said, his face falling.

Lucia sighed. "I miss her, She was such a joy to have around."

"Do you also want to be a model?" Luca asked, his voice curious.

"Nope, not my thing," Lucia said, shaking her head.

"Then what would you like to do?" Luca pressed.

"I want to be a baker," Lucia said, a smile breaking across her face. "I love baking. It's my passion."

"That's so cool!" Luca exclaimed. "I bet you make amazing pastries."

"Thank you!" Lucia said, her cheeks flushing with pleasure.

Then Lucia's phone rang

📲"Hey, girl," Lucia said, picking up the phone.

📲"Hi," a voice said on the other end of the line.

📲"You're not coming over anymore?" Lucia asked, a note of disappointment in her voice.

📲"No, I'm not," Chiara said. "But there's a reason why."

📲"What is it?" Lucia asked,

📲"I'm going to seduce Alessandro tonight," Chiara said, her voice low and sultry.

Luica's eyes widened, and she sat up a little straighter in her chair. 📲"What?

★★★

"I can't stand that girl!" Rosalba exclaimed,

"You need to calm down," Claudia said,

"Don't tell me to calm down!" Rosalba snapped. "Not only did she steal my man, she's taking my spotlight, too!"

"Your man?" Claudia said, her eyebrows raised. "But Alessandro was never yours to begin with."

"So you're taking her side now?" Rosalba demanded,

"No, I'm not," Claudia said. "I'm just trying to be objective."

"Enough!" Rosalba snapped. "You're no fun. I shouldn't have discussed this with you."

"I'm sorry you feel that way,"

"Sorry for yourself,"

"Have you checked your phone today?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it seems that Chiara Perez has been trending online," Claudia said. "People have been talking about her a lot."

"What? Trending?"

"Yes, she's number one on the trending list,"

"Ugh!" Rosalba groaned, her voice full of frustration. "She's only been here for three days, and she's already trending? I hate her!"

★★★

As night fell, Chiara dressed in a sexy nightgown and made her way to Alessandro's study. Alessandro was working on his laptop when Chiara entered the room and began dancing seductively, shaking her hips and batting her eyelashes.

Alessandro looked up at her, his expression cold and impassive.

Chiara moved closer to Alessandro, placing her leg on the table and continuing to dance seductively. She licked her lips and batted her eyelashes, unaware that Alessandro was in the middle of an online business meeting on his laptop.

His colleagues could see everything that was happening on the screen, and they were not impressed.

Alessandro's face was red with embarrassment as he tried to focus on the meeting, but it was impossible with Chiara putting on a show in front of him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Alessandro demanded, his voice cold and sharp.

"I'm just dancing for my husband," Chiara said, her voice seductive and teasing.

"Really?" Alessandro said, "Can you see that I'm in the middle of a meeting?"

Chiara's eyes widened in horror as she realized what she had done. She quickly backed away from the table, her face burning with shame.

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