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
“I know exactly what I’m talking about. And right now, I’m standing at a point where I’d rather not know you at all.” She laughed and added, “You left this place to have the life of your dreams and the freedom none of us can ever afford.” The life of my dreams involved my living sister and my livel
ADONIS I strolled out to the garden where Alessia was crouched in front of two squirrels. She was trying her best to touch them without scaring them away, but every time she lifted her small hands, the squirrels ran back and returned for the nuts Alessia had splayed over the grass. I couldn’t help
I stared at her while she blinked at me with hope glimmering in her eyes. This was dreadful. My daughter wanted to know what I did for a living and the answer in itself terrified me. “I’m a tradesman,” I said. “I trade goods and services and make money from them.” “Is that what all the Mafiosos do?