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

'Shit, it's fucking morning already,' I mumbled softly before yawning for a bit, and reached for the alarm clock with squinted eyes to put an end to its continuous buzz. The time displayed on it read 7:00 am, at least I managed to deduce that much. 'Aargh, I fucking hate mornings.' I rough-handled my hair as I tried to sit up. I barely succeeded in lifting myself up from my lying position when a sharp pain penetrated my skull. 'Ouch, what the-? What happened last night?' 


"You had too much to drink last night, Santo. In other words, you are having a hangover." The familiar voice informed me of his presence. 


'Gustavo, why are you here? Don't make me talk out loud, so I don't alert her. You know.' I figured talking in my mind would be the best option. Moreover, he can read my thoughts anyway. 


'Belinda, man or isn't...' I turned to her side of the bed and met it empty. 'Shit!' then it struck me that she had not slept in last night. 


Chapter 46