Androletti's Mistress
It was the sort of funeral where no one shed a tear.
Nikki accepted everyone's condolences with a composed expression on her face, even though in spite of everything she still felt a sense of deep sadness as the coffin was lowered into the cold, dark soil.
'So sorry about Joseph,' one of the sales managers said as he shook her hand a few minutes later. 'But he wouldn't want to have lingered on any longer.'
'Thank you, Henry,' she said, even managing to crack a small, grateful smile. 'No, indeed he wouldn't.'
'Mrs Ferliani?' A journalist pushed through the small knot of mourners. 'Have you any comment on the successful takeover bid of Ferliani Fashions conducted by your late husband's stepson Massimo Androletti?'
Nikki felt a shockwave go through her body at the mention of that name. She'd already scanned the small congregation repeatedly, in case he'd had the audacity to appear, but so far she hadn't caught sight of him. 'No, I haven't,' she said coolly. 'Now, please leave; this is a private ceremony.'
'Is it true there is nothing left of your late husband's estate?' the journalist persisted. 'That Massimo Androletti now owns the business and even th ... read full excerpt from: Androletti's Mistress ebook
