Novels by Dainne

I sat quietly at the long mahogany table, staring at the stack of documents in front of me, my name neatly printed alongside Marco’s. "Mr. Marco Luciano married Miss Francesca Colman", I read under my breath. It sounded so unreal. Auntie Emilia fussed with her scarf beside me, a bundle of nervous energy as she dabbed at her forehead.Marco sat at the other end of the table, impossibly composed, his blue eyes watching me with a calm intensity that made my heart flutter and my stomach churn. The weight of this moment pressed against me like a mountain.“Francesca,” Marco said softly, his voice like silk against the room’s stillness.“Yes?” I met his gaze, trying to summon the courage to speak without my voice trembling.He leaned forward, his fingers lightly tapping the table. “I understand that your love was betrayed, your pride was crushed, and you don’t trust what we’ve just started.”His words hit like a thunderclap. My chest tightened as my past came rushing back: Gianni’s lies,

The faint aroma of Auntie Emilia’s herbal tea lingered in the air, mixing with the scent of lavender she always kept in her vases. It was almost soothing, almost. But as soon as the front door slammed open, I knew tranquility wasn’t on the agenda.“Francesca! Francesca! Where are you?” Auntie Emilia’s voice boomed through the apartment like a tidal wave.I scrambled off the couch, nearly tripping over my own feet. “Yes, Auntie, I’m coming!”Her stormy presence filled the room before I could fully stand. Her eyes scanned me, sharp as ever, before she spoke. “What happened between you and Marco? I saw you both in the hospital lobby as I was leaving. You better not be in trouble with that family!” Her voice carried the weight of worry, frustration, and something else like disappointment.I winced. “No trouble, Auntie. Just a conversation.”“That family!” she muttered, pacing in front of me. “The embarrassment from Gianni was enough. And to add to it, your father… leaving no remaining sha

I froze, unable to process that he was here, of all places. Marco, my ex’s older brother, and the one man I both feared and couldn’t seem to escape. My body reacted on instinct, trying to get to my feet, but the exhaustion from the emotional beating I’d taken wouldn’t let me move fast enough. Before I knew it, Marco had scooped me up effortlessly, his firm arms cradling me as though I weighed nothing. The sheer strength of him, the familiar warmth radiating from his skin, momentarily chased away the rain’s cold bite. His scent, a mixture of musk and something darker, something primal, clouded my senses. My cheeks flushed as I tried to keep my gaze anywhere but on his face.We made our way toward the hospital lobby in silence, where a couple of guards quickly appeared, holding out a blanket to him. He wrapped it around me gently, his fingers brushing against my shoulders, lingering for just a moment. “You’re drenched,” he murmured. “Are you alright?”I blinked, his voice pulling me

"That's the daughter of Mr Anderson Colman," one of the nurses said, her voice laced with pity and mockery.The other nurse chuckled softly, and my stomach churned. I could feel their eyes on me, even though they didn’t directly look at me. I wanted to shrink into nothing, to become invisible. But, of course, I couldn’t control what they said or how they felt. I was just a subject of gossip, a name to be whispered, a face to be judged.I forced myself to stand, my legs shaking under me as I tried to regain some semblance of control. The hospital lobby was a blur as I approached the door, desperate to escape. The rain hit me as I stepped outside, and the rain poured down in sheets, soaking through my clothes instantly. But I didn’t care. I needed the cold. I needed the rain to wash away the heat of embarrassment, to drown out the sounds of their laughter that still echoed in my ears.I stumbled, my breath ragged, my heart racing. The earth felt like it was closing in on me, and for a

(FRANCESCA POV)I blinked away the blur, as the reality came crashing down.“By Luna’s light, what have I done?. This could bring down Fenrir’s wrath on me!” I gasped, jolting upright in bed, my hands clutching the sheets as I took in my surroundings. “This was not my room” I said as I scanned the luxurious furnishings, the rich red walls, and the elaborate ceiling. And then my stomach dropped.Beside me, under the same tangle of sheets, lay a man. But not just any man, Marco, my ex-boyfriend’s older brother, The Lycan Don. I could barely breathe as I took in his bare, chiseled chest, his muscular arm draped lazily over the bed as if nothing were out of the ordinary except that I was in this room with Marco.“Damn you, Fenrir's fang, not again”. I muttered under my breath. The realization hit me hard. I was naked, in bed with Marco. A rush of shame and anger surged through me. I had fought for years to bury my feelings for him, knowing they’d bring nothing but ruin. But here I was,