He's a 6'4 man, with a body made like a Greek God. A known billionaire in the outside world but a devil and Capo in the underworld. Only cares about his family and business.
Alexander Valentino, 26 years old, Italian, multi-billionaire, and don...
As the plane landed at the Italian airport, I looked out the window and beheld the spectacular view of the landscape illuminatped by the sunset. The sky was adorned with warm shades of orange, pink, and purple, casting a golden aura over the rolling hills and cypress trees.
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The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and fresh olive oil, carried on by the gentle breeze. I can hear the distant sound of church bells ringing, their melodic tones blending with the hum of the airport activity.
As I stepped off the plane and onto Italian soil, I could feel a sense of la dolce vita (the sweet life) wash over me. The warm light of the setting sun casts a romantic glow over the airport, making even the most mundane sights seem picturesque.
The sound of lively Italian chatter and laughter fills the air, mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed espresso and baked pizza crust.
"Come on, Vanessa, hurry up! We don't have all day!" Alex says, tapping his foot impatiently.
His tone is laced with annoyance, his words dripping with exasperation. He glances at his watch for what feels like the hundredth time since we have boarded the plane.
But do I care? Nope, I still stood there for a few more seconds looking at the scenery before walking in his direction
Sensing his irritation, I bearly quickened my pace, my eyes locked on Alexander's stern expression. For the past few weeks I've known about him, I know that when he wants to move he moves. It's better than to keep him waiting, especially when he's in a rush.
Making our way through the private section of the airport, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the adventures that await me in this beautiful country.
Even if it was not how I first imagined it to be.
I walked over to the side of the clear glass window and saw the main entrance, people were walking about with bags and suitcases, hugging each other and some crying but what got my attention was the name of the airport.
'Valentino International Airport'
I looked back to the other side that we came from and the airplane displayed 'Valentino Private Airway' with two more jets beside it. One is for family and the other just says Alexander.
So you're telling me that not one but all of this belongs to the family. Imagine having your Airport. I mean how rich can these people be?
I'm rich, yes, but these people looked like they were loaded.
When I noticed that they were wrapping up the talk, I walked back over to them, the man gave me a small nod and said the car was ready.
We went to a door that marked 'VIP PARKING LOT' Outside were four SUVs and a big bulky man surrounding all of them. To me, it looked like they would be expecting the president himself.
