Anthony Volpe Wife Novels & Stories

His mother replied, "Fine." Anthony's phone rang, and he pulled it from his trouser pocket. Clara was calling. "Excuse me, Mom and Dad. I have to answer this call. Hello, babe, I'll call you back later," Anthony said into the phone. He ended the call and smiled back at his parents while dragging his chair closer to the dining table. Mrs. Beatrice smiled at Anthony, knowing her son was in a relationship. She didn't want to disturb him by asking who the caller was, as she eagerly awaited Anthony settling down with Lerisa Jonah, whom she loved and wanted as her daughter-in-law.

So, he stepped forward, intending to grab my arm. “So what, you got married, and now you’re acting all proud? Don’t forget who fed you when you were a kid.” “Is that so? I guess I really do see something new every day. A small-time underboss from New York thinks he can lay his hands on my wife in Chicago?” Dante’s voice was sharp. At the same time, his large hand instinctively slid around my waist. “This is the Anthony family’s estate. If the Moretti family wants to see my wife, they ask for permission first. That’s the rule. By humiliating my wife at my banquet, who exactly do you think you are?”

Evelyn said with a smile. Thank you… Vivian said, she was very happy Evelyn thought it was okay. Okay enough about me… how's things on your end. Vivian asked taking a sip of her soda Well everything is okay except Rowan hasn't gotten enough information about the culprit. Evelyn said. Don't worry, Rowan is capable. I'm sure he will deliver. Hmm…. Do you know Abigail Carter? Vivian asked Abigail Carter….. the wife of the famous tycoon.. the one into textiles? Evelyn asked

Lying, I reply: "I don't have a simple job, Victoria, I'm not a teacher like your mother or a contractor like your father, I'm the CEO of a company, and I can't be at home all the time taking care of you like you're a baby. So don't make this any longer because I have to keep working, and you better tell me the reason why you came to see me." "Is it really that tiring to be the CEO of this company? It's funny because I could have sworn that when I got here, I saw you about to fall asleep in your desk chair" Victoria tells me defiantly. But after taking a deep breath, she finally answers me: "Yesterday at school I saw a gossip magazine where they are looking for the identity of your new wife,

Papa said, "because it's their marriage. If they want privacy, let's let them." "I have nothing to object," Tita Lea said. "As long as we support the two of you. And I hope you will actually get married next year... or if not, I hope next, next year." And then she laughed. "We're not rushing you, anyway. But I want you to give Kumpare and me a grandchild next year!" "Mama, I thought you had a headache with a grandchild? Do you want to add more?" "No, Aliyah! It's better that Calvin has a partner, no!"

Damon stopped her, some people were coming out by this time. "What is going on?" Damon asked her. "Help! An ambulance.... my husband.. he's having a heart attack!" She yelled. "Excuse me," I said and ran to their own private room. I met a man on the floor struggling to breathe. Damon and the others already rushed in with me. I tried going towards the man but the wife was quick to stop me. "I called an ambulance! Who are you? Don't touch my husband!" She complained. I scoffed, "I am only trying to help your husband here. What do you mean not to touch him? Do you want him to die?!"

a woman in her late 60s I guess, asserted. "This is my wife, Ivery Lycanster," Franco introduced, gazing largely at me. "Wow, what a beauty! It's true you're married, Mr Milestone," the woman enunciated and Franco nodded his head before he shifted his gaze from me to the woman. "Yes, I told you she went out of state now she's back. Can I sign the papers now?"

~~~~ Walking down the aisle with my gloved fingers lightly gripping dad’s biceps, while feeling thousands of eyes on me, was overwhelming and horrifying at the same time. Being this close to Dad didn’t bring me as much anxiety as being this close to my husband to be, I could already tell before dad offered me to him like a wrapped present. His long fingers closed over mine and I bit my mouth to stop myself from crying out in panic as we both turned towards the priest. As the priest talked and talked, I was finding it harder to breath and concentrate on the wedding. Frightened shudders kept sliding down my spine the more the realization that I was getting married to the mafia don kept sinking

She had been selfish in the past and had left her father when he needed her the most, only thinking about how she was hurting and forgetting that he was hurting just as well, or even more because he lost the love of his life. "It's delicious." She forced a smile, trying to change the topic. "Let's make a toast." She raised her cup and he did the same. "To a good life and better future." "Cheers." They both said as they clinked their cup. A short wave of silence followed after they toasted as they both ate their meals. "We're going to have a gathering with a family friend tonight by eight. I want you to be there." Antonio broke the silence, taking a sip of his wine. "Of course dad," she smile

Instead her hand hovered above it awkwardly. "When the Mafia King gets married, everyone hears about it," Sloane explained solemnly. "And when I heard his wife was Elena Vitale, I... I had to know if it was really my daughter." Elena couldn't read whatever complicated expression was on Sloane's face. The older woman was smiling, but her eyes were full of tears threatening to spill. Sloane swipes her free hand over her face. "I had to see you with my own eyes," Sloane repeated firmly, "but your new husband wouldn't so much as let me inside." Her voice went bitter.