ログインWhat would you do if the man you love so deeply isn’t the man you think he is? What would you do if you found out that he is exactly what you fear the most? What would you do if you turned out to be what he despises the most? The moment Thea Walker saw Damiano Riccardo Chiaramonte, she fell deeply, madly, and truly in love with him. Damiano is everything she ever dreamed of in a man: drop-dead gorgeous, funny, intelligent, mysterious. But he is also the owner of the hotel where she works. So, there can never be anything romantic between them. Or at least she thought so. A dance under the moonlight, a devouring kiss, and their fairytale begins… Some time after, Thea discovers his awful secret life and her dreams of a happy-ever-after crumble into dust at the realization that he is what she hates the most, and her own family is Chiaramonte's greatest enemy… Brokenhearted, Thea decides to disappear, never to be found again. After all, she knows extremely well how to become a ghost. Still, love creates strong bonds, so after several months, Damiano finds her. And he is there not only for her, but also to claim Lorenzo, his son, the little boy Thea carried in secret and has sworn to protect! He leaves her no choice: to stay with her child, she must travel with him to the beautiful and mysterious Sicily and become Damiano’s bride. Still… What kind of marriage can they have when it’s based on secrets, hate, but also a heat too much to bear?
もっと見るHello, guys!As you know, all things must come to an end, so… Here we are. Ending this writing project is kinda bittersweet for me, since day after day and night after night, I’ve become so invested in Thea and Damiano’s story.It hasn’t been a smooth ride... Nonetheless, I managed to finish it. And I did it with your help and support. There was a moment or two (actually, a lot of them) when I contemplated the idea of quitting, of not writing this story anymore, but because a lot of you expressed interest in it, I decided to give it my all.And the result is here, under your eyes.So…*Thank you to those who went through the free chapters and asked for more. You boosted my determination to keep on writing.*Thank you to those who continued to privately encourage me throughout the entire writing process, and to those who have sent me honest and kind words. It meant more than you know.*Thank you to those who purchased my book, to everyone who has taken time out of their day to read the
A FEW WEEKS AFTER Thea finished fixing Lawry’s white shirt and his little bowtie.“You look perfect, sweetie,” Thea said, gazing at her son with immense pride and love. “And you’re cute as a button,” she added, and smiled. She and Damiano decided to make Lawry their ring boy. After all, ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’ were getting married, so he had to be an active part of it. This was an important moment for their son, as well. Lawry was already one year old, an event that the entire Chiaramonte clan attended and celebrated only a few days before their wedding day. The party represented the official recognition of Lorenzo David as the sweet little prince of the Chiaramonte empire, its future King. Such an important and tough position, but she knew that Damiano would take good care of their little boy, and when the time was right, he would teach Lawry the ropes, preparing him for a bright future.“Mommy… You cute…” Lawry said, touching her veil and caressing h
The moment the sound of the running water stopped, Thea entered the bathroom. Damiano stood at the far end of the white marble room, his hard muscles glistening, with just a white towel wrapped neatly around his lean hips. The long mirror over the double sinks was cloudy with steam, and steam still wafted from the large white marble shower. He reached for another towel and began drying his thick hair. “What’s wrong, piccola?” he asked, rubbing the towel over his wet hair.“I need help…” Thea replied, giving him an embarrassed look. “With the dress…” Damiano grinned as he dragged the towel over the back of his head.“You want me to take it off for you?” Thea stared at his broad, muscular back, his skin lightly golden, loving him more now than she’d ever loved him. He glanced at her in the mirror, his eyes locking with hers.“There’s nothing I want more, sweetheart, but we must take Lawry from the nursery and join your parents for breakfast. And I cannot do th
Thea awoke disoriented and unsure of where she was. For a moment, panic billowed up her spine, but she felt steady, reassuring warmth around her body, and she relaxed. She blinked to adjust to the low light in the room. Where was she? Oh, it was their bedroom, hers and Damiano’s. It was nearly dark outside… Had she slept the entire day? Her shoulder ached from the awkward position of the heavy cast, and she tried to turn but ran into a hard chest. Damiano… Thea sucked in her breath as she came face-to-face with the unshaven, disheveled man sleeping next to her. He looked terrible, she thought, filling her eyes and her heart with him. ‘His hero…’ This was the way Damiano saw her, but she saw it differently… In her opinion, they were each other’s personal heroes. More than that. He was her personal angel. Damiano might be the ‘Italian Devil’ for everybody else, but for her, he was ‘Her Italian Savio
Entering the nursery, Thea found the nanny folding Lawry’s clothes. At first glance, Thea thought Maria must have done his laundry, but then she realized the nanny was putting Lawry’s clothes into a little suitcase. She felt chills running up and down her spine. Had Damian
After a quick shower, Thea mustered her courage and left the bathroom. The moment she opened the door, she saw Damiano standing there, with a worried look in his eyes.“Amore, are you okay?” he asked. She nodded and walked toward him. As much as she wanted to run away at that very
Thea woke with the first tentative light of dawn streaming into the room. She was on her side, facing Damiano, sharing the same pillow. She caressed his face. Damiano looked so much younger and vulnerable while sleeping. Not a single trace of the hard, phenomenally successful businessman everybody k
Laughing softly, Damiano rose to get his wife, but before he could pry Thea away from his sisters, Manfredi and Giorgiana Chiaramonte entered the dining room. His mother was pushing his father’s wheelchair. Damiano looked at them in awe. Such a power couple.“Nonnina, could you excuse me for a






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