BELLA Being back in Chicago didn't feel the slightest bit exciting. It was strange, the way the soldiers looked at me when I passed the gates to the Rossi mansion. I couldn't imagine the gossip my arrival here would stir among the ladies and the wives of these very men. Dealing with Fabiola was on
“I still can’t believe you’re alive. It feels like a Déjà vu,” he said, moving back and forth in the room. Pushing his brown hair back, he yelled, “It’s even more painful to know that my father and my son have kept it from me for ten fucking years.” "They're my nonno and my cousin, too," I murmured
BELLA I feared fainting in front of Luciano De Luca. His name made my heart drum as if I was still sixteen. I kept glancing at my phone frequently, still wondering why neither Adonis nor Dom nor Ros had texted me back. Ros had agreed to stay here and plan the wedding with me, since Fabiola didn’t
Dante didn’t push me. He just stood beside me with his hands behind his back and gaze filled with understanding. I needed courage, and while gathering that, I listened. “If Belle is still alive, then the arrangement between me and Fabiola is practically void.” There was desperation in Luciano’s ton
“I’ve wanted you as a wife for as long as I can remember, Belle, and as far as I remember, you wanted the same,” he said and instantly snapped his eyes shut, regretting having said it out loud. “You only want me because you love the idea of having me, almost like every other man who looks at me, be
BELLA Adonis stalked toward me and possessively put a hand around my waist. Leaning in, he whispered, “I’m sorry I’m late.” He pecked my cheeks before meeting Luciano’s gaze once again. “I guess we should settle whatever matter we have right now because I would like to take my wife home after this.
Dom’s frown deepened. “You’re being absurd. It’s not the end of the fucking world, Rosaline Guerra. If our pa were here, you would’ve been married long ago.” “That’s the reason I never liked him,” she bit out. “And look at you, you’re here standing on the same high, mighty ground as him.” “I hate
ADONIS Isobel went upstairs to her room, leaving me and Alessia with the godfather. Something bothered her and I couldn’t guess what. I had been too worried by Dom and Ros’s arguments to have focused on Isobel’s shakiness. I pulled my attention to the aged man seated on the recliner. Giuseppe Ross