A normal life. I had never wanted kids because that was something I could never offer. But standing in a place where I had just discovered I had a daughter, I didn’t care if she couldn’t have a normal life. I could offer her the best life she could have. “But when the time came to give her up, I wa
BELLA To say I was nervous was the least. I was having a full-blown panic attack. Adonis had accepted the truth and wanted to see her, which made me the happiest, despite my fears. I had thought confronting Adonis would be the hardest, but here I was, in front of Alessia’s door, thinking of how to
“He wasn’t protecting my daughter. He was protecting his niece.” I was grateful to him. “Eight years, Domenico.” I didn’t need to say anything more. Dom understood and nodded curtly. Chattering voices reached my ears, and I sprang up to my feet. My stare moved back to the mezzanine floor again. Bel
ADONIS It elated Orlanda and Dad to see me like always. They had bright faces with huge smiles as they turned to look at me, sitting around the long table as per our Sunday schedule, when I walked into the dining room. Eros was present, too, but his expressions were smug as usual. “Xander,” Orland
I frowned at him but ignored his comments. If I let his words bother me, I would end up beating him with Dad under the same roof, and I had no intention of losing control. “What will you do now?” Dad asked. “I don’t know. Bring her home maybe.” “Why the maybe in that?” Eros folded his hands over
“But you’re risking your life,” Helena yelled at Bella. Alessia seemed a little shaken but didn’t utter a word. She moved aside from the camera to wherever Valery was. “You’re my only child.” “I will come back to you, no matter what.” Bella wrapped her hands around her mother, caging her body in he
BELLA Chicago Outfit princesses back from the dead. We all know of the tragic incident that took place ten years ago, the attack that had almost destroyed the Mob organisation known as the Outfit, based in Chicago and some coastal parts of the West. Three of the members of Godfather Rossi’s famil
Maybe the reason Nonno cared for his daughter so much was because she was the only one of his children who had remained good over the years. Well, given the stories I’d heard about Mamma, I would say she was grey and not entirely black like my uncles. “You think he would try to kill Helena?” Val as