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When Love Runs Dry Chapter 10
But why, when I looked at him, did I feel nothing but fear?I opened the letter. It was a love note I had written eight years ago, to a boy named Salvatore. The words were full of a young, sweet affection."The notes app on this phone... it's all our history," he said.Hesitantly, I opened the app. It was filled with little entries about a couple's life together.Suddenly, that familiar, dull ache started in my chest. My hand trembled, and I accidentally tapped on the "recently deleted" folder.There was one note there. It was a list of seven women's names, with their likes and dislikes detailed next to each one.I froze, pointing at the phone. "What... what is this?"Salvatore's eyes darted away as he reached for the phone."Salvatore," I pressed, "you said we were together for over a decade. Why do all the diaries and notes stop eight years ago? What happened in those eight years?"He stammered, unable to answer.I sighed and flipped to the last page of the physical diary he'd given
When Love Runs Dry Chapter 9
Half a month later, Domenico and I held our engagement party at the Lucchese estate. He held my hand the entire time, introducing me to every guest."That gown," a socialite marveled, "I saw it on the runway in Paris. It's a one-of-a-kind. I can't believe Mr. Lucchese acquired it for his fiancée."Domenico wrapped his arm around my shoulder and smiled. "Sorry, I beat you to it."Just then, a harsh shout shattered the harmony of the party."Francesca!"I turned to see a handsome but twisted face lunging toward me. I instinctively tightened my grip on Domenico's arm."Francesca, you're still my wife! How can you be engaged to someone else?!""Salvatore!" Domenico shielded me, his voice like ice. "I'm warning you, don't make a scene here."I peered out from behind Domenico. The man, Salvatore, was contorted with a rage that made him look like a terrifying stranger."I'm making a scene? Domenico, she is my wife!"Domenico let out a cold laugh and pointed to the welcome sign at the entrance
When Love Runs Dry Chapter 8
Today, the Lucchese family was one of the most powerful in New York, a tier above the Genovese. As wealthy as the Genovese were, they couldn't compete with an old-money dynasty. This was another reason Salvatore had always seen Domenico as a rival."If you don't sign those papers, I have other ways to make sure she never belongs to you again," Domenico threatened, his voice a low growl in Salvatore's ear.I don't know how Salvatore left, only that the chaos outside eventually faded.That night, Domenico sat with me, and we listened to music. Looking at his vaguely familiar profile, I finally asked the question that had been nagging at me."Domenico, did we know each other when we were kids?"His pupils constricted. He turned to me. "You remember?"I shook my head, saying it was just a feeling.Domenico looked disappointed for a moment, then he told me about how, before he was ten, he spent every summer with me on my grandmother's farm. I was shocked to realize I had absolutely no memor
When Love Runs Dry Chapter 7
When I left the Genovese estate, the combination of old and new injuries sent me into a delirium. I was unconscious for days.When I woke up, Domenico was sitting by my side. The early morning light caught in his hair, making it shine. I instinctively reached out to touch it, then heard him murmur in his sleep."Frankie, run."Frankie?My hand froze in mid-air. Was I Frankie?Domenico stirred. I quickly pulled my hand back and shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep. But my fluttering eyelashes gave me away."You're awake. Stop faking."His voice was low and raspy with sleep, and it sounded almost... endearing. I couldn't help but smile, opening my eyes to meet his, which were as gentle as water."Get up. The chef made you your favorite—apple pie."Domenico pulled me out of bed and patted my head affectionately.Apple pie...As a child, I loved my grandmother's apple pie. After she passed away, I never went back to the farm. No restaurant in Chicago could ever replicate that taste.I sat
When Love Runs Dry Chapter 6
The letter in his hand was from their school days. They weren't even officially together yet. He could almost see the faint sweat stains on the paper, remembering how his own hands had shaken when he wrote it. Salvatore tried to carefully wipe the dust from the letter, but it only smeared the ink, blurring the words of young love until they were illegible."Maria is making pasta today, we better get downstairs and grab a spot.""This shirt looks great on you. You can really tell it's designer.""This bracelet is nice too.""Aren't these boots gorgeous?"The chattering voices from outside the door made Salvatore scowl. He glanced out.His eyes landed on Carmela, who was wearing a blue sweater. The blue sweater he had bought for Francesca in Milan.It was the first real gift he'd ever given her."Stop!"Salvatore stormed out into the hallway, his voice a whip crack. He saw pieces of Francesca scattered among them all—a scarf, a coat, a sweater, a bag, a pair of boots. One of them was eve
When Love Runs Dry Chapter 5
Another cremation. I went through it all again. This time, I left my father's ashes in a niche at the mausoleum.When I returned to the Genovese estate, Salvatore wasn't back yet. The seven "flowers" buzzed around me, telling me Salvatore was furious, that I was finished.I ignored them. They persisted, asking if I was really going through with the divorce.I didn't answer. I just opened the door to my room."Take your pick. Everything in here is yours."The words were barely out of my mouth before they swarmed in like vultures, stripping the room bare in minutes. All that was left were a few old love letters Salvatore and I had written to each other as teenagers, now trampled and ignored on the floor.I locked myself in the empty room and stayed there.Later, Salvatore sent a maid to check on me. I just had her deliver the divorce papers again."Divorce again. Is this the ninetieth time, Francesca? Aren't you tired of this game?"Salvatore tore the papers to shreds."Cut her heat. Whe
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