Nancy_Jim

What are the odds that a young man at the mercy of peasantry living for survival, would come to be the most affluent Hotel owner in one of the biggest cities in Italy? 
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Meet Santo Martini: 
A poor young man from Sarco Paraceno who finds himself in Palermo. His initial plans of getting a regular job at a restaurant get thwarted the moment he accidentally witnesses the death of the famous owner of the grandest hotel in Palermo —'Hotel Magnífico'. 

He makes a pact with death and in return, gets all the luxury and fame he always dreamed of. But with a mission to complete and a faceless mafia lord on his track, will he be able to cheat death for so long? 

Stay tuned with me as we unravel the mysteries surrounding the ominous death of the actual owner of the Magnífico. While, we observe Santo journey through the routes of deep-rooted secrets, brutality, life threats, guilt, love, and deceit, to attain the zenith of mouth-watery luxury and stability. 

Cover art not mine. [Temp. cover]

Love and Deceit

She drove her way in, to the car parking lot of the hotel Magnífico. She put in little effort to hide her irritation. 'My plans, my day... Ruined because of that impudent!' she murmured as she slammed the door, after snatching her purse from the seat beside her, and dismounting the ride. 'He's going to hear from me! That is certain!'


She pranced on with gait and much agility, swinging her hips from left to right, her dark hair forever wind-blown caressed her back and straight shoulders as a result of her hasty steps away from the car she had driven out.


Instantly, she halted because she could have sworn she had sighted a familiar figure. She walked closer to the 'Alfa Romeo'. But there was a clause. Whoever was in there was fast asleep. She walked close enough to the car to have a proper look. 'Gustavo.'


I must have dozed off because when I squinted to open my eyes, someone had flung the door open and, "Has it come to this?!" Were her fierce words. 


Chapter 38