Gianna
The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was… restrained. Like he was holding back a storm with every ounce of control he had left. His hand slid to the back of my neck, anchoring me to him, and I let him. I wanted to be anchored. The world fell away, everything else blurring except for the way he tasted—like something forbidden and unforgettable.
When he pulled back, his lips hovered over mine for a second longer, as if he wasn’t ready to let go. Then his forehead touched mine, and I heard it—the breath he let out. Quiet. Shaky. Almost like regret.
“I don’t want to be too much…” Nico breathed. “Tell me if I…” I placed my finger on his lips before tracing my thumb over them.
“No,” I whispered. “Still not enough.” He inhaled deeply, his eyes already undressing me.
“Good,&rdq
MaximusThe faint, annoying sounds of beeping machines greeted me as Dolcezza and I walked into Drago’s gigantic bedroom which looked like a mini ICU now. There were too many machines, too many doctors and nurses at standby. Money really can buy anything. Even more life.“Father,” I greeted, and he raised a weary eye at me and nodded. Massimo, as always, was lounging around like a dog, immediately giving me a sneer which I ignored.“You look…better,” I muttered, even though that was a blatant lie. Drago scoffed at that, the bags under his eyes getting deeper and deeper.“You look…finally alive,” he commented drily. I shrugged, not bothering him with the details of why I looked alive.“Well, why did you want to see me?” I demanded instead, wanting to get this done with so I could go back home. Drago evened me a look before shifting on his bed—not without struggle—and s
MaximusGianna blinked at me, and I had to fight the urge to reach out and tuck her hair behind her ear. Desire clawed at me, but I forced it down. Since meeting her, no one else stirred me the way she did—not beauty, not charm, nothing. Only her.But she needed space, time and healing and like it or not, her heart was still tethered to Nico still. I wanted her when she too wanted me. And hopefully, soon enough, she would. This has to be fated, isn’t it?She walked away and yet returned, calming the roaring ache in my chest. I was so mad, so terrified of losing her for good, but then she called, and it was like I could breathe again. But now she was here, and I won’t let her go again.“I…” Gianna mumbled, struggling to find the words. “Maximus…I…I just want to make things tad clear before we…we can start working. I…I a
Gianna The next afternoon, I was patiently waiting in Maximus’s opulent living room while his housekeeper went away to let him know I was here. He has to leave this evening for a business trip and hence couldn’t be at the office. But since this was urgent and I had already wasted a lot of time, I couldn’t say no when he offered to meet me at his place.To be honest, it felt awkward at first after the last time we spoke. I wished Teresa were with me, but she had gone to a meeting with the production manager at Bellavanti. They were finalizing timelines for the first batch of samples; it was really crunch time.I smoothed the fabric of my skirt, trying not to stare too hard at the grand paintings and gilded details that screamed wealth, power, and something darker. My chest felt tight, as if stepping into this house meant I’d crossed some invisible line.Then I heard his footsteps.Maximus came down the staircase with that devastating ease of his, dressed casually in dark trousers and
Gianna \“I have been looking for you,” I looked up from my sketches and was surprised to see Leonardo standing by the doorway. His face was all flustered, and he seemed to have run all the way here.“Did you run all the way here?” I demanded, shutting my big, fat notebook.“Kind of,” he grumbled, running his fingers through his hair as he flopped down beside me. “Mama told me you were here…I was looking all over for you.”“Why? You thought I would go and drown myself in the Mediterranean, that my missing husband was in love with the woman you love for eighteen years, and both of you knew about that yet didn’t bother to tell me?” I said with disdain.Leo blinked, a tad surprised at my tone, but then sighed and shook his head.“Amara told me what happened,” he murmured. “And…that was really not the way this should have come out, to be honest.”“Yeah, it wasn’t nice hearing my sister-in-law tell me that my husband was in love with her while I was bawling my eyes out over the divorce pa
Gianna “Sit, cara.” She tugged off her gloves, set them aside, and poured steaming amber liquid into each cup. The faint fragrance of chamomile rose between us, calming, anchoring.I wrapped my fingers around the china, grateful for its warmth. We sipped in silence for a moment, listening to the soft hum of bees drifting between blooms.“You’re thinner,” Mama murmured, her eyes scanning my face as only a mother could. I looked down at my cup. The steam blurred my vision.“What is it, sweetheart?” she asked softly. “Talk to me.”“It’s Amara.”Her brow furrowed. “Amara? What about her?” I gazed up at her and realized it was time I told her the real truth about my marriage.“Gianna, what is it?” Mama pressed. I took a deep breath and then told her everything. And as always, she listened with utmost patience and compassion, allowing me to let it all out.My throat tightened. Saying it aloud felt like stepping into a wound I’d been avoiding. “She’s the one Nico has loved for eighteen year
GiannaI think I was in shock. But this soul-shocking feeling has been my general vibe lately, so I wasn’t so sure. All I could do was stare blankly at Amara. I was trying to form some words, but it just wasn’t coming anymore.“I will never be able to love you. I’m in love with someone else, Gianna.”“She is in the past…there is no reason to bring her up,” So the mystery woman I have wanted to meet, to look at all those nights when I have felt inadequate, not enough for him, when I have laid awake and wondered ‘why not me?’ or ‘what does she have that I don’t?’ I had simply no idea that the woman was none other than my sister-in-law?How was I even supposed to feel about that?But thinking about it…it made all the sense.Nico told me he had been in love with her for eighteen years, and I knew Amara had been with him for eighteen years. They trained together, fought together, and I have seen the way Nico had looked at her sometimes. With longing. Desperation. It was…it’s just that Ama