Anthony Volpe Wife Novels & Stories

"Somehow, I think you already know." "Perhaps. But let me introduce myself formally. I'm Count Michael Conte." "Carina McKenz – ah, Carina Swann." He noticed her mistake and seemed to put it on a mental note. "Just married, right?" "Yes." "However, she wandered the corridors alone, and without her husband's company all night." He shook his head. "American style is a tragedy." "My husband is here for work reasons." "Eric Swann, right?" She nodded. "You should know him better. He's pitching for a waterfront project."

When Ana excused herself, I guess she thought it was a wonderful opportunity to come closer to me. "Hi, I am Tracey Cage, the wife of the underboss of Manhattan and the Daughter of Senator Matt". She said with pride and extended her hand. I wanted to burst into a session of laughter; why the fuck does she have to add all those? I guess she wants to intimidate me. I took her hands and faked a smile "Matilda Hoult, wife of the Capo". She cocked a brow, looking at me like I was some kind of plague. "Just that? You aren't related to any senator or president of a country or any organization?"

Out of all the people in the damn world, she had to get tangled up with him. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I scrolled further. More pictures. More headlines. More fuel for the fire that was rapidly consuming my last shred of control. “Billionaire Angelo’s Wife Spotted Cozying Up to Rival in a Nightclub!” “Angelo’ s wife Getting Handsy with a New Man?” “Trouble in Paradise? Angelo’s Wife and His Biggest Competitor in an Intimate Dance!” My jaw locked so tightly it ached. My fingers curled tighter around my phone until—

Anna stood slightly behind him, every instinct screaming to hide—but he reached for her hand again, pulled her beside him, and whispered just loud enough for her to hear. “Stand tall, kitten.” She nodded faintly. A reporter stood. “Mr. Esposito. Is it true? Are you married?” Sandro’s lips curled faintly. “I don’t make a habit of confirming rumors, but this one… yes. I am.” Gasps. Scribbles. Camera shutters clicked frantically. “To her?” Another reporter pointed at Anna. “Yes,” Sandro replied. “This is my wife. Marianna Esposito. Formerly Marianna Romano.”

He'd been like a complete lunatic. Fortunately, he didn't feel anything anymore. Nevertheless, random things kept making him think of Phoebe, and he hated that. Phoebe was Connor's ex-wife, and she belonged in the past. He hadn't wasted energy on her while they were married, so he definitely shouldn't be doing it now that they were divorced. Otherwise, she would be right—he'd just be pathetic. Anthony didn't press further. Right then, the door to the private room opened, and Vanessa walked in. "Sorry for being late. Traffic was a nightmare."

Dropping her cell phone on the sofa seat and throwing her head back, Giovana could hardly believe what she will read in the newspapers. Her face was stamped on various social media profiles as the former wife of billionaire Antony. Many of them gestured a betrayal on her part. That made Giovana’s blood boil.

I laugh to myself as I button my bra. Anthony was good in bed, but extremely unbearable outside of it. Our relationship was purely casual; we got together whenever I felt like being with a man, but deep down, he was in love with my bratty niece. I can't deny she inherited the Parker family women's beauty. "She has a heart, unlike you, Alana," he says, crossing his arms in anger.

He knew nothing about my suffering. Because he didn’t want to know. The butler hesitated, then ventured, “Don Anthony, are we going to pick up your wife later? Should I make preparations in advance?” Anthony replied casually, “Push it to this afternoon. I have a meeting with the Corleone family about the docks this morning.” The butler nodded in acknowledgement. “Then I’ll have the car ready to take your wife to the hospital.” Evelyn thought for a moment and leaned closer. “Anthony, let me go with you to get Amelia. I want to apologize to her in person for the trouble I’ve caused these past few days.”

Groddy introduced a mature man like himself to Natallie who was enjoying a piece of cake on a small plate. The girl just smiled faintly, her head turned towards Anthony as a form of their brief introduction. "I didn't think you could have a child as beautiful as Natallie.That woman must have a beauty that is much more seductive than your current wife." Anthony said, he gave a small tease to his friend. Anthony had never seen a female figure in Groddy's past who came back to Switzerland.The big incident in the wedding room had ended when he came to congratulate the wedding.However, from many people's stories, Anthony heard that the woman's name was Sehrize.

, my mother asked. They served us food. "Rebecca has been my best friend for years, we knew we loved each other but, I guess we were both afraid to admit it. After the drama with Veronica, I knew I had to tell her how I felt, and she felt the same way and, I knew she was my wife ". "So you broke up with Veronica a month ago and now you're together with her, hmm interesting. Let's hope she's not another gold digger ", Anthony said.