Novels by Trinity

What? I could hear my heart racing so fast. I knew my life would end tonight. Before I could process anything, the phone started vibrating. He picked it up, and it was on loudspeaker. "Enrico, you won’t believe what I saw—your wife." "Tati, don’t you know what hour this is?" "Enrico, I—" "Whatever it is, just keep it to yourself," he said and hung up. I sighed heavily, and he glanced back at me. "Whatever you’re playing at, don’t forget who you are, where you are, and who you’re with," he said and left the room. I laid down, struggling to sleep, but I couldn’t. The memories of how he killed his second wife kept replaying in my mind, and I quickly texted Nora: Please, you need to come over. I think I’m screwed. ********************************************* The next mornin

I didn’t know much about my husband, but I knew he would definitely put a bullet in my head if he found out I kissed his brother!“Oh my God!” I panicked, pacing around. “Who?”“Tati.”“Tati!?” Oh no! Not Tati!“Nora, I am so dead if Enrico finds out!”I was so dead.Someone else knew about me and Derek, and it was the worst person I could think of.“Calm down, he doesn’t know yet.”“Yet!” I blurted. “What am I going to do?” I groaned.“I have a plan,” Nora said, and I listened. “We need to find something to hold against Tati.” Nora told me her plan.“How do we do that? She doesn’t have any bad public record—except for her abusive ex-fiancé,” I said.“We’ll start from there—and everyone has a skeleton in their cupboard, including Tati.”“Okay... let’s just hope that works,” I sighed.********************************************By nightfall, I was in the bathroom, showering before bed, when I heard Enrico walk in.“I want that bastard dead by morning, or it’ll be your corpse lying in

The rest of the cocktail party was awkward. Derek could not take his eyes off me, and I could not stop fidgeting.After the party, Iris showed me to my bedroom—the one I would be sharing with Enrico. I took a much-needed cold bath and changed into the nightdress my mother had gifted me for my wedding night. I missed her so much already. I missed my old life.Enrico returned late at night. I was already dozing off when he entered the room, and I was woken by the sound of the door.I watched him in the dark as he took off his shirt, his back to me. His tie and jacket were already off before he entered the room.My eyes widened at the sight of the lion-head tattoo on his back. I didn’t admire it for long before he turned around and his huge chest and mind-blowing abs came into view.Oh my God. This man was so damn sexy. He must live at the gym! Look at those biceps!“Undress,” he growled, startling me and interrupting my ogling.I didn’t bother pretending to be asleep. He already knew I

“Meet my brother, Derek Giordano, the black sheep of the family,” Iris introduced. Derek Giordano! Unbelievable. No way. He was the mysterious, handsome young man I met at a friend’s brother’s birthday party four years ago! Memories of how I would sneak out of the house to meet him at one of our trysts flooded my head. He gave me my first kiss and orgasm with his hands, but we never had sex because of his sudden disappearance from my life. I never saw him again—until now. At my wedding. And his big brother was my newly wedded husband! What a mess. I looked away, refusing to meet his eyes and praying for the miracle of him not remembering. But that was impossible—unless he had brain damage. “Beautiful bride,” he said as he sat opposite me, and I involuntarily looked at him. My breath hitched. He was still as handsome as I remembered—no, even more now! His dark hair was shorter, his blue eyes even bluer, his skin tanner, his facial features sharper than I recalled. And to cr

"Enrico killed his second wife!"Nora had told me.I was dumbfounded for a few good seconds.What!?Why would he do such a horrible thing? How did he get away with it? Did my parents know? Oh God.If I was worried about getting married to a mafia lord before, now I was terrified.D-DAY For the past two days, I’ve been in total silence and fear after hearing that Enrico killed his second wife. I still can’t believe itAnd now, the day is here…The day I’ll be walking into that house… as his wife.it's my wedding day—a day I was supposed to be happy, but I wasn’t. I was entering a loveless marriage. I stared at myself in the mirror, unhappy but trying not to cry so I wouldn’t ruin an hour of makeup.“You look like a princess!”My mother said proudly. I couldn’t even smile. I felt like I was being sold into slavery.I was taken to the altar by my father. Enrico didn’t even make an effort to smile. He had a stoic expression as we said our vows, and when it was time to kiss me—his bride—

She dressed me in a pale yellow floral dress, pinned my hair into a painfully tight bun, and reminded me to smile, But smiling was the last thing I wanted to do. She held my hand as we stepped downstairs. “They’re already here,” my dad said, giving us the look to hurry up. We all made our way outside. Enrico Giordano arrived in a fleet of black. A sleek limo followed by six matching exotic cars. Then the door opened… and I forgot how to breathe. He stepped out, towering at 6'4", broad-shouldered and built like a god. His dark curly hair was dusted with a few silver strands at the temples, and his perfectly tailored coat hugged his form like it was made just for him. His green eyes—sharp, unreadable—met mine, and I felt like a deer caught in headlights. He walked like a man who owned the world. And maybe he did. He walked toward us, and my heart raced like crazy. “You must be Sofia,” he said, his voice low, deep, and rich. “Delighted to meet you, sir,” I said polite