Bella Rome Lesbian Novels & Stories

“I doubt your peace would be in problem.” Both Bella and her cousin-sister Fabiola had some kind of problem with De Luca, which De Luca had very little to do with. He had blatantly admitted wanting Bella, but, according to her, it was his way of trying to claim ownership of her. Stupid of Bella to think Adonis would not claim ownership of her at some point. Men in our world were dominating, and they were not in the habit of sharing what belonged to them. We, as the women of this world, were bound to them, no matter what the price. That was how things worked. Whereas the thought of being ignored devastated Fabiola Rossi, the one forcefully promised to Luciano ten years ago after Bella’s mothe

BELLA “I work out here?” She puckered her lips. “Now that you have guests, you forget about me?” I looked at Adonis, impatient to know who this woman was. From my experience, women were a lot smarter than men. Men often thought with their dicks, but a woman... could sense another’s spur with their sixth sense, even from a long distance. “This is Ros,” Adonis introduced. “Rosaline Guerra, my consigliere’s sister. And Ros, this is Abi.”

“Bella!” Emily rushes into the room, ignoring all but Bella. “What happened?” Emily cups Bella’s face. “I felt a pain in my cheek, and I just knew it was you.” “You!” Mum yells again while reaching for Emily. Bella grabs her mate and pushes Emily behind her back. “Stay away from my mate. You may have gotten away with putting your hands on me, but you lay one finger on Emily, and I’ll kill you.” “Don’t you dare threaten me! You’re my daughter, and this witch has cast some sort of lesbian spell on you. Well, I’ll make sure she’s forced to remove it, then I’m taking you away from this godawful place.”

The same perfect face from last night, but colder now, focused, like she was already gone. Recognition slammed into her. It was Lorenzo De Luca. The CEO who’d built an empire from nothing, the man who the press called ruthless and who treated women like they were disposable. He glanced up, eyes flat. “Oh good, you’re finally awake.” His voice was familiar from the club, but stripped of warmth. Bella pushed up on her elbows, the sheets slipping. Her head throbbed harder. “What… what time is it?” “Time for you to get dressed and leave,” he said without looking back at the screen. “Now.”

"And there’s the spiral. Right on schedule." Bella immediately began pacing a tight circle, her boots clicking frantically against the pavement. "Why would she kiss me if she’s still angry? Is it a spite kiss? Is that a thing? What does it mean?" "It means lesbians are exhausting," Riley deadpanned. "I’m being serious!" "So am I."

“Well, I don’t need to be there.” “You do now.” I glanced at her nightgown, then smiled. “And please try not to wear anything awful. This is your first time in the public eye since we got married and Venice needs to know you're Zayden Romano’s wife.” Bella looked offended. “Everything I wear is fine.” “That’s debatable.” “Can you just leave my room?” She said, slightly annoyed. I smiled slowly. “Of course.” Then I held up the vibrator slightly. “You may want this back.”

"If you don't stop speaking evil of me, I swear I will show you what kind of monster Bella can be." Leonardo's dark eyes gleamed with amusement. "You are not in Rome, Bella. This is Genoa — and here, I make the rules." Sofia could almost see steam rising from Bella's ears, her face flushed with anger. If it had been any other day, she might have laughed at their dramatic banter — the playful battles they waged whenever they were in the same room. It had been a long time since she'd seen them like this, fighting dirty. But today was different, and right now, she didn’t want her husband to get the satisfaction of thinking she had forgotten what he did to her. So she decided to intervene.

But this time, she chose the armchair Ethan had vacated, putting safe distance between herself and temptation. The relief on Ethan's face was almost painful to see. They finished the movie in tense silence, no one really watching. When the credits rolled, everyone dispersed quickly, Liam to his room, Ethan to the kitchen, Devon to the gym he'd set up in the garage. Bella stood alone in the living room, staring at the couch where she'd been pressed between two men who weren't her husband. Nothing happened, she told herself. But her body hummed with the memory of their heat, their proximity, the way her skin had come alive under their nearness.

Pragati immediately realized that now her daughter was also stuck in the same Mafia world from where she always wanted to keep both of her kids away from this world, but their destiny had some other plan for them. Kush’s girlfriend was the Mafia Queen of Italy! And now, Bella’s husband was going to the Leader of the Russian Mafia! “Bella?” “She will reach our home by eight in the morning.” “And then?” “That boy called me on his own and after hearing him. He reminded me of someone I used to know…”, Vyom stopped speaking immediately. “Who?”

She disappeared inside. Elena was left alone under the stars, the cold necklace against her skin, Alessia's words burning like acid. The woman who loves the killer. Was that it? Since when? And most importantly: did it even matter anymore? Rome, Italy The following night The palazzo where the capos met was older than Isabella's villa, more imposing, more dangerous. Walls that had witnessed the birth of empires and the deaths of men. Marble floors where blood was easily wiped away.