Novels by Austino Gina

After I dropped the bombshell about Dan hitting Amber, Dad was the first to pull himself together. He looked at me, shaking his head, and said he had no idea that guy used to lay a hand on her. “That’s bad. It’s a good thing Amber left,” he added. “No woman should have to endure a beating in a marriage.” I could tell he meant it. His voice had that steady, no-nonsense tone he gets when he’s pissed.Mom, though, she was still in shock. Her eyes were wide, and she spoke up before Dad could say anything else. “I had no idea,” she said, her voice soft, almost trembling. “Thank God Amber left. Poor Amber. I wonder why she pretended to be happy while he was hitting her.” Then she paused, and I could see her thoughts shifting. She turned to me, her expression tightening. “Even though what Dan did was awful, Liam, you don’t need to insert yourself into this situation. You can help Amber without dating her. This whole thing is messy and you shouldn’t let yourself get dragged into it.”I couldn

When I pulled up to my parent’s house, I barely had time to step inside before I heard my name.“Well, well, look who finally decided to show up,” Lilian drawled from the living room, a glass of wine in her hand. I already knew what her smirk was about and I wasn’t in the mood.I sighed. “Hey, Lils.”She smirked and walked over. “Your mom’s in the kitchen, and let me tell you, she is not happy.”I rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah, I figured. She called me earlier.”Lilian raised a brow. “So, you and Amber, huh? No wonder you were so damn on edge the last time her name came up at dinner.”I shot her a look, but she just grinned and took a sip of her wine. “So tell me, when exactly did this start?”“We only started seeing each other after she left Dan,” I said firmly. “That marriage was a sham, Lils. And she already served him divorce papers, but he refused to sign them.”Lilian hummed, tilting her head. “Yeah, but Dan’s out here making it look like you two were sneaking around behind

Back at the office, I couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting to Amber, her tear-streaked face, the way her voice cracked when she told me what Dan had done. The rage I felt earlier was still burning in my chest, a steady, unrelenting fire. And I felt like hitting something more, like I felt like hitting Dan.I wanted to hurt Dan. Badly.The bastard had always been a selfish prick, but this? Smearing Amber’s name, painting her as the villain just to salvage his fragile ego? That was something I wasn’t going to take, and I would make sure that he paid.I clenched my fists at the memory of her breaking down in my office, feeling powerless as she read the comments tearing her apart. If I had Dan in front of me right now, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold back.I had just wrapped up a meeting when my phone rang. Brian.I already knew what this was about. My phone had been ringing non-stop since that idiot released his ridiculous statement—media houses, bloggers, reporters, all wanting to co

Liam let out a curse as he read the statement Dan had released. “That bastard doesn’t just know when to stop,” he muttered.I couldn’t believe this. This was low, even for Dan. Then again, he had always been selfish. He had never cared about how his actions affected me as long as he came out looking like the perfect husband. I should have known he would go to any length to spite me. But I never thought he would drag me through the mud like this—turning me into a villain for the whole world to see.Liam placed my phone on his desk and reached for me, holding my face, his thumbs brushing away the last of my tears. “Amber,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Don’t worry. Everything is going to be okay.”I let out a humorless laugh, shaking my head. “You don’t understand, Liam.” My voice wavered as I gestured helplessly toward my phone on the desk. “People are tearing me apart online. They’re calling me a cheating whore. A liar. Dan has made me out to be the villain, and they’re eating it

The moment those words left my mother’s mouth, my stomach clenched. "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper."It’s all over social media, Amber," she said, her tone laced with urgency.My fingers tightened around the phone as dread coiled in my chest. “I’ll call you back,” I muttered, ending the call before she could say anything else.My heart pounded as I tapped open Twitter. The trending section confirmed my worst fear. My marriage to Dan was making headlines.I clicked on the top post, and a video started playing. It was from the restaurant a few days ago. Dan sat across from me, his hand reaching out to grip mine, I jerked my hand away, my expression unreadable to an outsider, but I knew what was running through my mind in that moment. Disgust. Frustration. Resentment.The caption beneath the video made my throat tighten:“Is there trouble in Sullivan paradise?”The post went on to speculate about my absence from Dan’s recent luncheon, suggesting that we had sepa

I stirred awake to a sensation so blissful, so warm, that I thought I was still dreaming. Soft lips brushed along my bare shoulder, trailing a path of heat down my spine, sending tiny shivers racing across my bare skin. After making love into the early hours of the morning, we both slept naked in each other’s arms.I let out a sigh, somewhere between contentment and need, as the lips ventured lower, followed by the featherlight touch of his fingers gliding over my hip.A slow, indulgent kiss pressed against the dip of my back. Then another. My body arched instinctively, drawn to his touch, my skin buzzing with anticipation. A deep chuckle rumbled from behind me, sending another wave of warmth curling in my stomach."Liam," I whispered, my voice still thick with sleep.His lips brushed my ear as his hand slid up my thigh, his touch both possessive and reverent. "Morning, beautiful," he murmured, the huskiness in his voice making my stomach flutter.I barely had time to respond before h

As we sat in the restaurant, I watched Principessa try not to act nervous. She was shaking her legs under the table, her fingers tapping lightly against her glass.I reached beneath the table and placed a firm hand on her thigh, stilling her movements. “Relax.”She looked up at me, startled, then let out a small, nervous laugh. “Sorry,” she murmured, offering me a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.I studied her for a moment. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” she said quickly. Then, after a beat, she exhaled and admitted, “I’ve never been in a restaurant this fancy before. And people keep glancing at me.”I followed her gaze, noticing how some of the patrons stole quick looks in her direction before averting their eyes. My hand tightened slightly on her thigh.“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” I told her, my voice low and even. “Everyone in here knows exactly who I am. None of them would dare disrespect you because you’re my wife.”She nodded and reached for her glass of water, tak

Spending the rest of the day with my mom was exactly what I needed.Elena and I kept her company, chatting about random things while we cooked together. It felt normal—like the nights before John had ruined everything before my mom had to walk on eggshells in her own home. And even though she still refused to come stay with me, seeing her smile again made it worth it.By the time I dropped Elena off at her apartment, the sun had already dipped below the horizon.“Call me when you get home,” Elena said as she stepped into her apartment building.“I will,” I promised.I was just turning to head back when two sleek black cars pulled up beside mine.I stopped mid-step, heart stuttering for a moment.The back door of the first car opened and out stepped Lorenzo.Still dressed in the same dark suit he’d worn to work that morning, he looked as immaculate as ever—like he hadn’t spent the entire day handling whatever business the Mafia King handled. Not a wrinkle on his jacket, not a single st

I froze, my milkshake forgotten, as Elena casually dropped the bombshell.“What did you just say?”"Rumor has it John is on the run," she repeated.My stomach twisted. I set my drink down carefully, my fingers tightening around the cup. "Are you sure?"Elena nodded, her expression serious. "I heard that he hasn’t been seen in the last twenty-four hours. Lorenzo’s men are looking for him. Maybe he stole from him again and decided to skip town."A sharp exhale left my lips as I processed her words. Deep down, I prayed it was true. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’d stay gone for good. Maybe, without him around, I could finally find a way to help my mother.After brunch, we hit the shops. At first, I had every intention of shopping just to spite Lorenzo, to take full advantage of the unlimited card he’d given me and piss him off. But after hearing about John’s disappearance, my heart wasn’t in it. Instead, I bought only a few things for myself, but I made sure to pick out clothes for my m

After Lorenzo left for work, I decided to use the new phone that he got he last night and called Elena, I would have loved to speak to mom, but John already seized her phone. I will go see her later.Elena picked up after two rings, her voice laced with confusion. "Hello?"I grinned. "Hey, Elena."There was a beat of silence before she practically shrieked in my ear. “Oh my God, Lucia! Whose number is this? Are you alright? Do you need me to come get you? Where are you?” she sounded so worried it made my heart ache. She was getting sick with worry about me and I was here having illicit thoughts about Lorenzo.I laughed. “I’m okay, Elena.”“This isn’t your number,” she still sounded confused.“Yeah, Lorenzo got me a new phone last night."“Oh, I see.” She exhaled, and when she spoke again, her voice was softer. "How are you, Lu? Really? Are you sure, you’re alright?"“I’m fine Elena, you need not worry.”She sighed. "You sure? I’ve been worried about you."“Yes I am. When do you get of

I stormed out of Lorenzo’s bedroom, my heart hammering against my ribs. I couldn’t stand the way his gaze seemed to pierce into my very soul, stripping me bare. He was wrong. There was no way I cared for him. I still hated him and that hadn’t changed.Needing a distraction, I headed to the library, determined to lose myself in a book. My fingers trailed over the spines until I settled on a book on the second world war. It wasn’t the type of book I would usually go for, but Lorenzo’s collection was as dark and intense as the man himself—history, philosophy, and war.Hours slipped by unnoticed, the afternoon sun casting golden light through the tall windows. My stomach grumbled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. With a sigh, I closed the book and made my way to the kitchen.Maria was there, assembling sandwiches with her usual warm smile. “I was just about to bring these up to you,” she said, holding up a tray. “With some freshly squeezed orange juice.”I returned her smile.

I was a little shocked that Lorenzo had gone to the trouble of saving the women and children. It wasn’t what I expected from a man like him and I couldn’t help being surprised.He must have noticed the surprise on my face."You seem surprised," he murmured, his voice low and unreadable. "What? You thought I’d let innocent women and children be sold like cattle?"I hesitated, my fingers stilling for a moment. The truth was, I had no idea what to think. I’d seen the cold, ruthless man he was capable of being. The one who killed without hesitation. The one who forced me into marriage.When I didn’t answer, he exhaled sharply. "I might be a monster, Principessa, but not that kind. Women and children are off-limits. Always." His voice was firm, unwavering. "And I don’t allow that kind of filth in my territory either.”Something inside me shifted. I wasn’t sure why, but I believed him. Maybe it was the conviction in his voice, or the way his expression hardened with something close to disgus