EROS [TWO NIGHTS AGO] I paused by the door, not figuring out the root of the hesitation inside me. Not a single bone in my body wanted to be here, to see Ira, or to fuck my frustration out, which was why I was here. I looked down at my hands, remembering how fucking small she felt pressed up agai
“There’s nothing to deny.” I tried to step back. “Please don’t go. Just speak to me. Let’s work this out.” My jaw twitched. “There’s nothing to talk about. I was pretty clear in my text that it was the last time I was contacting you.” “But then I texted you back. Tried to call you so many times.”
“I will come with you.” “Stay here and help your brother and his wife greet the guests.” “Can’t Ella stay?” I asked with a frown. “Ask her.” She walked away, leaving me wondering what exactly she had heard. I had to explain this to her, but it was too complicated. Mom had seen Ira with me a few
MARIELLA Jealousy. It was the first time I had felt it. Who knew it could be so . . . painful? Knowing someone had what was supposed to be mine was very disturbing. Yet I could do nothing about it. I hadn’t expected Eros to be a saint. Of course, he’d had relationships before. But I hadn’t expecte
“He killed her because she knew too much.” She nodded at my words and went on, “She surrendered herself so that we could be untraceable. But in my quest to help people like her, I became her. Elias used me to hurt Adonis.” “But you saved him.” She pursed her lips. “I saved my daughter’s father. A
She swept her hair to one side of her shoulder. “Adonis loves his daughter from all his heart but he regrets not being there for her when she was born and wants to make up for it, so maybe after that.” “You don’t want to experience motherhood yourself?” “I raised Alessia, so I am pretty experience
MARIELLA “Why aren’t there any pictures of the handsome hunk of a husband you have?” Niana said, eyeing the living room and the television units for a single picture frame. But all the frames around the room, even the ones hanging on the walls, were of paintings and pictures and abstract art, noth
He returned an acknowledging look and said, “Galasso? Solano Gallasso’s wife, if I’m not mistaken.” “Daughter-in-law, actually,” Niana corrected. “Oops, pardon me,” Eros scoffed. “It’s hard to keep up with the Galassos. Solano’s been looking for a bride and since he’s so into children that I almos