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
I entered the room and stood near his bed, gazing down at him, still unsure if I should wake him. Sitting by the edge of the bed, I ran a hand over his forehead and wiped his sweat. Were his nightmares the reason he allowed no one to sleep beside him? They definitely made him seem too vulnerable. I
EROS Things had gotten beyond awkward for us, where even crossing paths seemed like a devastating idea. She had stormed out of my room, rendering me speechless and grounded. I didn’t owe her an explanation, especially when she hadn’t exactly been the most honest one in this relationship. I had see
I met her gaze and casually said, “I needed a break.” “From . . . reading your files?” she drawled. I nodded. “And you chose to read that?” I turned the book to read its title—ten ways to know you’re doing it right. Of course, I had to pick this. ‘Ten ways to know you’re a narcissist’ would’ve sui