Fabio Book 소설 & 이야기

“It’s just... this whole thing has made me feel like maybe there are parts of your life that I don’t know about. And that scares me.” Fabio reached out, taking her hands in his. “There’s nothing you don’t know, Soph. I’m an open book. I’m not going to let anything or anyone come between us. You and Luca are my world.” Sophia looked into his eyes, searching for the reassurance she so desperately needed. And as much as her insecurities gnawed at her, she knew that Fabio was being sincere. Maybe it wasn’t about Carla at all—maybe it was about the scars from their past, the lingering fears that had yet to fully heal.

He picked a table close to the wall. He’s ready to call Cela on the phone when he realized she’s already there. “Go ahead. It’s about a book right?” Cela said to Noah. “Yes. I want to dedicate a book for my late fiancée and our unborn daughter,” he said. Cela was moved instantly. She finds herself wanting to know all about them. “She passed away while giving birth to our first child but both of them didn’t survive,” he continued. Nate watches Cela from where he sits. It’s been many years since he last saw her and although he knows her feature by heart, he can tell that she’s improved so much over the years. She looks so much happier and healthier now than before.

Fabian's POV. I clear my throat, “Hi! Am I speaking with Megan Pierce?” “Yes, it's me. And…who are you?” The curiosity in her voice is unabashed. “It's Fabian, Fabian Barlow,” My throat constricts. “Oh my Goodness, where are you now?” She asks. “I just left my office, are you still at the hotel?” I start the car and turn the steering wheel. “Yeah. Yeah. Should I expect you?” Her voice is excited and expectant.

"Yes, there's a picture book and even a whole album on my phone. I kept it just in case.” Gabriella POV I think he might propose. Yep I said it. I don’t know but I have a strong intuition and quite frankly it’s one big fat yes. Luciano doesn’t know this but before we ended things all so long ago, I was making a P*******t board of how I wanted our wedding to look. I made it my dream wedding because well duh he can afford it. ♧♧♧ ♧♧♧

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.