BELLA I was close behind Adonis with Alessia, my heart drumming in my chest. We were walking down the stairs to meet Adonis’s parents, so it was more than overwhelming, to say the least. The first one I noticed was Eros, who was hard to ignore, given his tall form and charming smile. Beside him wa
“Shut up,” both Adonis and I groaned in unison. Adonis clasped my hand and pulled me with him. “Come on. We should join them too.” “Actually, I was thinking I should take a rain check from this.” His brows knitted together and I blurted, “You all should spend time as a family and I being there wou
“Where’s Alessia?” she finally spoke. “She’s downstairs with Adonis’s family.” “With David Vitale?” Her voice rose with a hint of panic. “Heavens no.” I could never let that happen. Not yet. Alessia didn’t need David Vitale anywhere near her. “With Adonis’s father and brother.” I strolled to the
ADONIS Both Matteo and I had our eyes trained on Bella’s back, which we knew she could sense as she met our eyes from time to time. I twisted my head to the gazebo and caught Eros walking toward the mansion. His gaze caught mine, and I gave a quick shake. He immediately turned around and walked bac
“What for?” Bella arched a brow. “He agreed to lie about holding the marriage ceremony, which would explain my sudden visit to New York eight years ago, should anyone dig deep.” A burst of laughter escaped Bella’s lips mixed with shock. “The pastor agreed on lying?” “For Alessia. The god’s child.
Adonis exhaled a ragged breath. “I’m also trying not to think that you agreed to this, only to get away from De Luca.” I laughed and went up to him. “What if that’s the only reason?” His eyes met mine and something dangerous flashed in his eyes. He got up from his chair with a starving look on his
BELLA Nothing could be sweeter than coming back home, and by home meant the house that belonged to Papa. It was an overwhelming emotion. Every minute thing and every single corner had the essence of the life we had lived here. The Di Falco house, everyone called it. I was truly grateful Nonno had k
My mamma had raised us all in this very house because her brothers and their wives had no time to take care of their own children, which was why Matteo, Zia, Dante, Fabiola and I had been raised together and were like real siblings. Mamma wanted us to have the genuine bond of family that she and her