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
She crossed her hands over her chest and queried, “Fine, you tell me. Why was it me?” “Because of power, Ella,” I growled. “I needed your father’s support for all the inferior underbosses to keep their mouths shut.” “You people are so calculative. But what you don’t calculate are feelings.” “Feel
MARIELLA Berkshire, Massachusetts—I had been to this place before with the family on a holiday when I was about ten. And this time, I was with my husband. Our suite was enormous with a king-sized bed, a three-seater couch and a table, television and other necessities. Everything was okay but the r