Novel-novel oleh Tamires Coelho

Fabrizio stood still for a moment, his expression impassive, his gaze sliding over Enzo as if assessing only a minor obstacle.Antonella, beside him, maintained her polite smile but discreetly squeezed Fabrizio's hand, feeling the tension in the air intensify.“It will have to be another time,” Fabrizio replied curtly, already taking a step forward, clearly willing to end the conversation before it even began.Enzo moved quickly, blocking his path, keeping the smile on his lips, although his eyes were hardened, making it clear that he would not take no for an answer.“I imagine you're not so busy that you can't spare two minutes to hear what I have to say,” Enzo said in a low, controlled voice, each word marked by the restrained tension that had settled between them.“Whatever it is, it can wait,” Fabrizio declared, his tone slow and disdainful, stretching out the sentence as if savoring the other man's irritation. “After all, since I'm here on enemy soil, I at least want to enjoy the

Meanwhile, in Savoca, Tommaso strode through the main hallway of headquarters with firm steps, the stress evident in every line of his face and his gaze heavy with irritation that grew with every movement.As soon as he approached Seraphina's office door, Tommaso pushed it open without knocking, with a firm and impatient gesture, intense enough to make her look up from the stack of papers she was reviewing.Seraphina's expression remained serene, contrasting almost provocatively with the restrained anger spreading across his face.“Don't you know how to knock?” Seraphina asked, her voice calm, almost distracted, as she turned her attention back to the papers in front of her, as if Tommaso's stormy entrance were only a minor annoyance in the face of more important matters.“Don't fuck with me, Seraphina,” Tommaso retorted, his voice harsh and laden with fury, abandoning any trace of the formality he usually maintained with her. “Do you think I'm an idiot?” he asked, approaching the tab

Vincenzo's breathing slowed down and matched hers, slower and lighter, until the trembling in his hands subsided, and the silence that surrounded them became a peaceful refuge, where he finally found rest in Vittoria's arms.“I'm sorry,” Vincenzo murmured, his voice trembling, almost a whisper, keeping his head resting on her shoulder.“Don't apologize,” Vittoria whispered, her voice calm, as her fingers gently ran through his hair. “It's okay to feel, Vince.” She declared, bringing her face close to his, her gaze steady and tender. “You don't have to deal with all this pain without help, amore mio.”Vincenzo closed his eyes as his sobs lost their rhythm, giving way to light, spaced-out sighs, as if each one were a silent effort to release what remained of the pain.Vittoria held him close, stroking his hair with slow, steady movements until she felt the weight of his body settle into her arms, finally surrendering to the exhaustion and calm that only love can restore.“Thank you for

Vincenzo watched her for a moment, his gaze resting on the gentle movement of Vittoria's lips as she spoke.There was something about her serenity that completely disarmed him, as if every word she uttered was an invisible patch, sewing up what the day had torn inside him.“My chaos, your calm,” Vincenzo repeated in a hoarse whisper, letting a discreet smile escape. “It seems like a dangerous mix, bella.”“Maybe it is,” Vittoria admitted, her gaze playing with his and a light, affectionate sparkle dancing in her eyes. “But that's undoubtedly why it works,” she added, picking up a piece of still-warm bread and gently bringing it to his lips. “Do you know what I want most?” she asked, watching the smile form on Vincenzo's lips after he bit into the piece of bread she had offered him. “For our son to grow up in a world where you smile like that every day, because that smile, Vincenzo, is the most beautiful place that ever existed to call home.”“Then I'll smile,” he assured her, bringing

Vittoria touched Vincenzo's shoulder again, more gently this time, and watched as his breathing became uneven.His body thrashed again in an involuntary, tense movement, and the reaction made her move even closer.“Vince, wake up, it's okay,” Vittoria whispered softly, trying to calm him down, while her fingers drew slow circles on his chest.He sighed, his face still tense and his muscles rigid even in his sleep, so Vittoria leaned over, rested her face on the curve of his neck, and gently slid her nose along it, as if she wanted to soothe every invisible scar with her affection.“It's just a nightmare, amore mio, wake up,” she whispered, feeling his heart beating fast. “I'm here; you don't need to be afraid.”Instinctively, his hands gently wrapped around her waist, bringing their bodies closer until the heat of one merged with the other.His face nestled among the soft strands of her hair, and he breathed in her scent as if seeking shelter amid the chaos.A long sigh escaped his li

Fabrizio stifled a laugh because, ironically, while they were talking about her, Vittoria was probably in the arms of another man.“Well, it's not like I'm trying to kill Vincenzo,” Fabrizio replied, his voice low and laden with irony.On the other end of the line, the silence lingered, thick and disturbing, as if every breath had been held at once.“If you're not doing it, then you're wrong,” the man retorted, his voice exploding with monstrous rage as he lunged forward as if he could cross the line and take Fabrizio's life by the hand. “Who was the maledetto who attempted to take my woman's life?”“I am convinced that the first attempt came from Antonella,” Fabrizio replied, keeping his tone controlled.“I want you to teach that bitch an exemplary lesson.” The man ordered, each word cutting through the air. “If she tries anything against Vittoria again, show her the price, Fabrizio.”“As you wish, sir,” Fabrizio murmured, aware that in that position, there was no alternative but to