Fabio Romance Books Novels & Stories

Primo finished speaking, and it felt as though the world was tilting in my office. I closed my eyes, and it showed nothing but her face. Lucia. She was the woman who ruined me and had yet been the most ravishing sight I've ever seen. Lucia, the one whom I couldn't forget, even after a good eight years of trying. I opened my eyes and gave Primo the look. “Get me a cigarette.” A gold-tipped black Davidoff cigarillo rested between my fingers. Primo immediately lit it for me. Taking a deep drag of the cigarillo, the smoke invaded my lungs and calmed me down by turning me into ice-cold.

“How are you today, hope you recovered from yesterday.” I abandoned my book, knowing I was about to have the best conversation of my life. “Yes. Thanks for last night. Although the news is crazy.” “Ignore. We get shit thrown on our faces now and then. Everyone knows those gossip are lies, they just wish to act stupid.” Reading his text, I felt relieved, although I won’t mind him fucking me. “Yeah.” “Fabiola, I now know why you’re so familiar. I think I remember where I met you previously.”

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

“That would be great, Mr Romano. Thank you.” A few minutes later, another gentle knock sounds before the door opens just enough for Fabio to step inside with a silver tray. The faint aroma of chamomile drifts into the room as he sets the cup down beside my laptop. “Here you are, Ms. Richardson,” he says with a polite bow of his head. “It should help you sleep.” I close the lid of my laptop and rub my temples, offering him a small, grateful smile. “You’ve thought of everything, Mr. Romano. Thank you.”

She'll disappear before you even realize it if you're not careful. "I sent letters every five days and flowers every three days as I courted your grandmother. Regardless of the weather, I picked her up. I meticulously planned every aspect of the proposal. I am acquainted with women. I assure you of this.” Fabian quickly hung up after concluding his talk. Rhett was lost in contemplation as he gazed at his phone. Messages appeared a moment later, including a number of P*F files from his grandfather with titles that caused him to blink. He opened one, and the more he read, the more he understood that he was, in fact, a romance novice.

Anna cussed, she latched her eyes tightly, grasping back the rage she felt in her heart. “ Tsk…tsk… I don't think there is any need for this sister, your son has crossed the line this time, he is an animal!” Fabio shrieked out in anger, the news of his men’s deaths came as a shock to him, Fabio had always known Damien to be a charming, handsome young man, however, when he got the package that was sent to him from Damien, he couldn't imagine, in his hearts of hearts that this could have been done by a human.

His gaze slid over her body slowly, deliberately, from head to toe before he added in a flat voice, “And this was the atonement for your sin.” His face remained unreadable. Empty. Merciless. “I am not a fool, Siena.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. Yes—Fabio had called her today. She had spoken to him. He had insisted on meeting her, claiming he had something important to tell her about her real family. But she had refused. She had no intention of seeing him. Something about it felt wrong. How did he know her family wasn’t her real one? How did he have information about people even Cristiano claimed had committed unforgivable sins? It unsettled her—but she wasn’t foolish enough to fall f

“There was no fucking way I was going to let Enzo’s power over the Milano territory grow. I wanted him to pull his organisation from Rome, and what better way to do it than to have him put in prison for murder? Only, those cops were idiots. And then Milano was murdered, and I had no reason to stay in Rome. I would have liked getting my hands on you.” I swallowed hard as Fabio’s eyes seemed to undress me, his gun dropping ever so slightly as he ran his tongue over his teeth. “I guess there is no better time than the present, though,” he mused, stroking Cassie’s arm with the barrel of his gun. “I can still have my fun, this time with all three of you bitches.”

"That is an insult." Fabio scoffed and said, "I was outnumbered, and outgunned. And I knew that Konstantin would not have had a problem with killing me there, so I endured." He took in a deep breath and continued. "And he has not even known of what happened between you and Nadia. I can't imagine what he would do when he finds out that the woman he dreams of getting married to, drugged and fucked his arch enemy, and got pregnant." Adriano chuckled dryly. "It makes for a good plot, doesn't it?"

He now stood in front of me, eyes locked on mine. “Why do you keep doing this to me?” Fabian said, voice heavy with sadness and pain. “I don’t know you. I don’t remember you. Why can’t you just accept that and leave me alone?” he added. I leaned back slightly, hands behind me on the table for support. My gaze softened—I looked at him with real affection, not just as Alice, but as me. Sonia. Loving him. “I love you, Florencio.” Fabian paused. I placed my hand on his neck and kissed him gently on the lips.