Camilo X Mariano Novels & Stories

His face was sharp and defined with light stubble. He was a handsome man indeed. I stood up and embraced him in a quick hug. "È passato davvero molto tempo, stronzo (It's been a long time indeed shithead)" He chuckled and let go off me. He looked Ace up and down. "È questo quello? (Is this the one?)" I sighed as I nodded. "Yes Mariano. Ace this is Mariano Di Viao, my brother. Mariano this is Ace Hernandez, my.. husband."

“Watching her son lose control again. Watching her perfect order crumble. And capturing Lia, stopping her from being able to control that beast… well, it is only going to help me with this game.” “And Dominic?” Blake asked. “You do realize that our initial enemy, and the man that aims to break us from the inside is Dominic, and he will stand by Marcel.” My smile widened. “That is exactly what I want… when he tries to stop Marcel,” I said softly, “when he reminds him of duty and restraint… he’ll die too. Marcel wouldn’t know what hit him as he kills his friend, which would end up casting the excommunication order.” Blake inhaled sharply.

Lorenzo shouted. "Speak of once, Carlo" said Camilo shouting also and the unknown. "You are an idiot Camillo, you feel fortunate under Razzo’s protection," I said before turning to me. "I don’t need it and you know it". Camilo answered. "I don’t have time to waste anymore so I’m here to take your wife" his last words took my breath away. "Me? Are you here for me?" I said completely pale and Lorenzo tightened his grip on my body.

My cheeks heat up, and I peer to look at Santino, who has the same Stoic expression he normally has. “ Maximo, let the girl go!” Santino glares at his brother, who pauses. Maximo stops his advances and pulls away completely. I breathe out in relief and I look at Santino, who has the tiniest smile tagged on his lips. Oh! So he can smile. Maximo takes out a cigar and blows on the tip, instantly lighting it up. I can't help but stare in awe, he always amazes me with his tricks, while Santino keeps his hidden.

Mila sat opposite her, clearly annoyed, and Andrade was in his usual corner—arms crossed, face unreadable, watching everything without a word. But the man sitting beside Marisol was the one who caught my attention. He looks tall, older, mid-fifties maybe—with slick dark hair and a too-perfect smile. Marisol’s hand was resting on his knee and his hand on the small of her back. The picture looked too intimate for comfort. Marisol’s eyes sparkled as she spoke. “This is Cristian Léon Marquez,” she said proudly. “Be nice now.” My chest tightened. I glanced at Andrade, waiting for a reaction, but he didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Maximo Santino and Marco alighted from the car and immediately ran into the tall building of the west villa. Camilla has already put a call to the Italian Mafia Boss saying he is in for scolding from his fiancee while Marco should forget about Giovanna for she is gravely upset. " What if I tell you I'm scared " Maximo said to Marco as they both make their way to the house. " Iris won't yell much, right? " " You are not alone boss. Giovanna might kill me this time around "

Marco stooped in his tracks, while Tristan walked past Cian to where I stood. "Hello Marco." He gave a sadistic smile, and turned to Tristan and I. "It's nice to finally meet you in person Tristan. I'm Cian Valor.”

I uttered, raised my hand and wiped his lips and showed him the red lipstick from earlier, and he mouthed ‘Oh,’ The cameras fclicked and flushed harder. “Oh my God!” “It’s the missing bride!” “It’s Chiara Marino!” “Omg, tonight is indeed a night of wonders. The next couple are Carmelo Conti and Chiara Marino. Yup, you heard right, I didn’t make that up. The two family rivals arrived together tonight. Hand in hand, shining bright like the literal stars! God, this is epic!” “Are you the one that kidnapped Miss Marino, Mr. Conti?” “Why are the two of you together?” “Are you two dating? Lovers? And for how long were you hiding your relationship?”

“He’s just worried. Caiu is the main guy. If he insists you had to go with him, he can’t fight him on it. He can, but he would be dead after speaking up.” Nodding, I glance down at the ring on my finger. I love Marco, I wouldn’t have just left with Caiu, even if he is my family. “So essentially, if you and Marco had kids, they would be Salvadore, Ciraulo, and Pesci.” Carlos laughs. “That’s a lot of Sicilian.” “So, how do I find Marco?” “You don’t, you won’t. Marco will come back when he is ready to face it.” Carlos stands and leaves, and I watch everyone, but Lorenzo leaves the room.