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ADRIAN Ever since Benedetto Marino's sudden appearance at the penthouse three days ago, Giovanni had been uncharacteristically romantic, to the point where it was starting to scare me shitless.He had been putting in incredibly long hours at work, leaving the house very early in the morning and returning home late at night. Yet, despite his demanding schedule, he would always find time to call or text me, often with the most mundane and random questions. He'd ask things like, "What's your favorite letter of the alphabet?" or "What was your go-to food as a kid?" These unexpected inquiries would leave me pondering whether he was genuinely trying to stay connected with me due to feelings of loneliness or if there was something more peculiar at play.The frequency with which he professed his love for me was also starting to unsettle me. Giovanni would often wake me up in the middle of the night just to remind me that he loves me so much. It was, frankly, unnerving.Right now, even thou
ADRIAN I blinked, listening to Giovanni as he hummed happily to the soft music playing in the living room. He had been thrilled to stay home today, having finished his work, and wanting to spend the whole day with me. His happiness seemed to double when I told him about Dave's wedding, which was today. To my surprise, he had not only agreed to let me go but also insisted on going with me as my date. I didn't understand why he was so eager to attend the wedding when he barely knew Dave, and the fact that Gabe would be there only added to my worries."Are you sure about this?" I asked, my eyes fixed intently on Giovanni, who knelt between my parted legs, busily fixing my shoes.He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he eyed me with a hint of suspicion. "This is the seventh time you've asked me that question," he replied, a touch of amusement dancing in his voice.I shook my head, letting out a sigh as I relaxed into my seat, wondering what could possibly go wrong if Giovanni ac
ADRIAN I should feel something: anger, pain, hurt, but I couldn't feel anything. I was like a shell in my own skin, unable to feel any emotion. I sat quietly in the passenger seat of Giovanni's car, staring into space as I gripped my phone in my hand.Today is my mother's funeral, and I still can't believe she's dead. Aston had called me last night, begging me not to show up to the funeral service. But how could I not? She was my mother, wasn't she?I should be mad, I should be angry that she didn't apologize for pushing me away before she died. I should be furious that she deprived me of the chance to hold her hand and be in the same space as her one last time before passing away. I should be livid that they all locked me out of their lives, when we should have grieved together as a family.Even after everything they did to me, after everything they took from me, my brother still expected me to stand aside and watch from a distance as my mother takes her final farewell from this wor
ADRIAN "Boyfriend?" The word dripped from my father's lips, his disgust rolling off him in waves as he stared at Giovanni in utter disbelief. The punch seemed to be the last thing on his mind; he was incensed by Giovanni's revelation. "Are you dating him?"Giovanni remained silent, his expression stunned as he met my father's hard gaze. Clearly, he had been expecting a different reaction from my father, but the question had caught him off guard.What was he expecting?For my father to pull out his gun from his coat inner pocket and shoot him? "Is it true?" my father asked no one in particular, his voice trembling slightly. For the first time in twenty-three years, I saw a flicker of fear in his eyes as he wrestled himself free from Giovanni's grasp and stepped in front of me.Giovanni made to step closer, but I shook my head, stopping him. I could handle this. "Son?" my father barked, his anger evident as he startled me. He seized my shoulders, his grip like a vice, and shoved me b
ADRIAN I felt an unrelenting emptiness inside, a hollowness that echoed through every fiber of my being. I was shattered, broken into a million pieces, and I had lost all sense of what it meant to be happy. The memory of joy felt like a distant, fading whisper, a fleeting glimpse of a feeling I would never know again.In that moment, I was consumed by the crushing weight of my own fragility. I was a puzzle with missing pieces, a canvas torn apart, a soul fragmented beyond recognition. It felt as if nothing in this world had the power to heal me, to mend the fractures that ran so deep. Every glimmer of hope seemed extinguished, leaving only an endless, desolate landscape of agony.The pain of being in my mother's presence yet unable to feel her was like a dagger piercing deep into my heart. My eyes burned with unshed tears, and warm droplets continued to stream down my face like a dam burst. I gripped my mother's gravestone so tightly that a sharp pain shot through both my palms. B
GIOVANNI Adrian was awfully quiet as I drove off the property. Although it was already getting dark and the moon was rising, Adrian gazed out the window, his eyes fixed on the passing trees and bushes. He didn't pay me any attention, his silence a heavy presence in the car.Although he had just lost his mother and was likely preoccupied with grief, I was selfishly consumed by thoughts of our relationship. I couldn't help but wonder if I had damaged our relationship by giving in to his request earlier.Should I have refused? Should I have simply said no and taken him home instead? My head was reeling with conflicting thoughts and doubts running through my mind. I was unaware that Adrian had been staring at me, his gaze fixed on my clenched fist gripping the steering wheel, until he spoke up. "Relax your grip on that thing, or you're going to break it.""Oh," I let out a nervous laugh as I relaxed my grip on the steering wheel, stealing a quick glance at him. When our eyes met, I has
ADRIAN It had been over three weeks since my mother was laid to rest, and I was surprised to find that life was slowly healing. The ache in my heart still lingered, but glimpses of happiness began to peek through the cracks. It wouldn't have been possible to get through it all alone without Giovanni in my life.Giovanni had taken it upon himself to be my happiness guardian, and he excelled at it. He went out of his way to do the most thoughtful, random things that would catch me off guard and leave me beaming. Like surprising me with my favorite smoothie in the morning, or leaving sweet notes around the penthouse for me to find. It was as if he had a sixth sense for knowing exactly what I needed to brighten my day.As I thought about all the little things he did for me, my heart swelled with gratitude. I wished I knew how to repay him for everything he'd done, for being my rock, my safe haven. But Giovanni never asked for anything in return; he just smiled and told me that seeing m
Hi! I'm excited to share my new M/M romance novel with you. Please take a look! ❤️Title: Steaming the RoseGenre: MM Mafia romance Forced Proximity Childhood sweetheart BLURB "I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?""Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to."You either obey my every command, or watch as I ruin every last bit of the reputation you've toiled tirelessly to build. Don't push me too hard, East, or I'll unleash a storm that will render you breathless and begging for mercy and it won't be cute."As a pop star, Easton Reese had everything he had always hoped for: money, luxurious lifestyle, fame, and fans all across the globe wh
ADRIAN It had been a week since my encounter with my father, and surprisingly, he hadn't done as much as sending me a message or calling my phone since then.I was partly happy, knowing I had finally put him in his place. But somehow, I couldn't shake off the uneasiness that was eating away at me deep inside. Something didn't feel right. My father wouldn't have given up on his threat that easily unless he was up to something. I wondered what he was planning.I should have informed Giovanni about how my father tracked me down to find me at Grace's apartment. I shouldn't have kept it a secret from him.I still had no idea how my father discovered my location that night, and it worried me. What if he had put a tail on me? What if... What if he had been watching me all along and I had been oblivious to my surroundings? What if, because of me, Giovanni ended up in danger?"I can't let that happen. I should call Giovanni." I breathed out and reached for my phone. My finger hovered over
Hi! I'm excited to share my new M/M romance novel with you. Please take a look! ❤️Title: Steaming the RoseGenre: MM Mafia romance Forced Proximity Childhood sweetheart BLURB "I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?""Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to."You either obey my every command, or watch as I ruin every last bit of the reputation you've toiled tirelessly to build. Don't push me too hard, East, or I'll unleash a storm that will render you breathless and begging for mercy and it won't be cute."As a pop star, Easton Reese had everything he had always hoped for: money, luxurious lifestyle, fame, and fans all across the globe wh
ADRIAN It had been over three weeks since my mother was laid to rest, and I was surprised to find that life was slowly healing. The ache in my heart still lingered, but glimpses of happiness began to peek through the cracks. It wouldn't have been possible to get through it all alone without Giovanni in my life.Giovanni had taken it upon himself to be my happiness guardian, and he excelled at it. He went out of his way to do the most thoughtful, random things that would catch me off guard and leave me beaming. Like surprising me with my favorite smoothie in the morning, or leaving sweet notes around the penthouse for me to find. It was as if he had a sixth sense for knowing exactly what I needed to brighten my day.As I thought about all the little things he did for me, my heart swelled with gratitude. I wished I knew how to repay him for everything he'd done, for being my rock, my safe haven. But Giovanni never asked for anything in return; he just smiled and told me that seeing m
GIOVANNI Adrian was awfully quiet as I drove off the property. Although it was already getting dark and the moon was rising, Adrian gazed out the window, his eyes fixed on the passing trees and bushes. He didn't pay me any attention, his silence a heavy presence in the car.Although he had just lost his mother and was likely preoccupied with grief, I was selfishly consumed by thoughts of our relationship. I couldn't help but wonder if I had damaged our relationship by giving in to his request earlier.Should I have refused? Should I have simply said no and taken him home instead? My head was reeling with conflicting thoughts and doubts running through my mind. I was unaware that Adrian had been staring at me, his gaze fixed on my clenched fist gripping the steering wheel, until he spoke up. "Relax your grip on that thing, or you're going to break it.""Oh," I let out a nervous laugh as I relaxed my grip on the steering wheel, stealing a quick glance at him. When our eyes met, I has
ADRIAN I felt an unrelenting emptiness inside, a hollowness that echoed through every fiber of my being. I was shattered, broken into a million pieces, and I had lost all sense of what it meant to be happy. The memory of joy felt like a distant, fading whisper, a fleeting glimpse of a feeling I would never know again.In that moment, I was consumed by the crushing weight of my own fragility. I was a puzzle with missing pieces, a canvas torn apart, a soul fragmented beyond recognition. It felt as if nothing in this world had the power to heal me, to mend the fractures that ran so deep. Every glimmer of hope seemed extinguished, leaving only an endless, desolate landscape of agony.The pain of being in my mother's presence yet unable to feel her was like a dagger piercing deep into my heart. My eyes burned with unshed tears, and warm droplets continued to stream down my face like a dam burst. I gripped my mother's gravestone so tightly that a sharp pain shot through both my palms. B
ADRIAN "Boyfriend?" The word dripped from my father's lips, his disgust rolling off him in waves as he stared at Giovanni in utter disbelief. The punch seemed to be the last thing on his mind; he was incensed by Giovanni's revelation. "Are you dating him?"Giovanni remained silent, his expression stunned as he met my father's hard gaze. Clearly, he had been expecting a different reaction from my father, but the question had caught him off guard.What was he expecting?For my father to pull out his gun from his coat inner pocket and shoot him? "Is it true?" my father asked no one in particular, his voice trembling slightly. For the first time in twenty-three years, I saw a flicker of fear in his eyes as he wrestled himself free from Giovanni's grasp and stepped in front of me.Giovanni made to step closer, but I shook my head, stopping him. I could handle this. "Son?" my father barked, his anger evident as he startled me. He seized my shoulders, his grip like a vice, and shoved me b
ADRIAN I should feel something: anger, pain, hurt, but I couldn't feel anything. I was like a shell in my own skin, unable to feel any emotion. I sat quietly in the passenger seat of Giovanni's car, staring into space as I gripped my phone in my hand.Today is my mother's funeral, and I still can't believe she's dead. Aston had called me last night, begging me not to show up to the funeral service. But how could I not? She was my mother, wasn't she?I should be mad, I should be angry that she didn't apologize for pushing me away before she died. I should be furious that she deprived me of the chance to hold her hand and be in the same space as her one last time before passing away. I should be livid that they all locked me out of their lives, when we should have grieved together as a family.Even after everything they did to me, after everything they took from me, my brother still expected me to stand aside and watch from a distance as my mother takes her final farewell from this wor
ADRIAN I blinked, listening to Giovanni as he hummed happily to the soft music playing in the living room. He had been thrilled to stay home today, having finished his work, and wanting to spend the whole day with me. His happiness seemed to double when I told him about Dave's wedding, which was today. To my surprise, he had not only agreed to let me go but also insisted on going with me as my date. I didn't understand why he was so eager to attend the wedding when he barely knew Dave, and the fact that Gabe would be there only added to my worries."Are you sure about this?" I asked, my eyes fixed intently on Giovanni, who knelt between my parted legs, busily fixing my shoes.He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he eyed me with a hint of suspicion. "This is the seventh time you've asked me that question," he replied, a touch of amusement dancing in his voice.I shook my head, letting out a sigh as I relaxed into my seat, wondering what could possibly go wrong if Giovanni ac
ADRIAN Ever since Benedetto Marino's sudden appearance at the penthouse three days ago, Giovanni had been uncharacteristically romantic, to the point where it was starting to scare me shitless.He had been putting in incredibly long hours at work, leaving the house very early in the morning and returning home late at night. Yet, despite his demanding schedule, he would always find time to call or text me, often with the most mundane and random questions. He'd ask things like, "What's your favorite letter of the alphabet?" or "What was your go-to food as a kid?" These unexpected inquiries would leave me pondering whether he was genuinely trying to stay connected with me due to feelings of loneliness or if there was something more peculiar at play.The frequency with which he professed his love for me was also starting to unsettle me. Giovanni would often wake me up in the middle of the night just to remind me that he loves me so much. It was, frankly, unnerving.Right now, even thou