Fabio Romance Novels & Stories

“And besides you’re married to a super hot man,you should enjoy it to the fullest.” Their order arrived and their conversation had to come to an end. Fabiola felt somewhat dispirited. She wasn’t enjoying it to the fullest at all, He was with another woman right now. She felt as if her heart has been soaked in acid. She never knew that was possible. But her heart felt sore and swollen. Her phone rang out. She glanced at it and frowned seeing that it was Lorenzo. “Hello.”She began,picking up. “Where are you?”He asked.

Fabian got out of bed, frantic. Gigi tried to hold back her laughter at his reaction. Fabian looked at her. “What?” he asked, confused. He was dead serious and frantic about his marriage, and here she was laughing like he was an idiot. “Fuck! I should’ve done this a long time ago! That marriage was useless. She only brought problems!” He stood up and went to the clothes scattered on the floor. He pulled his phone from his slacks and dialed someone. Gigi just watched him. Her gaze drifted from his washboard abs, down his ripped V-line, and lower. He had lost weight, but it didn’t affect how handsome and ripped he was. He was still the sexy Fabian Romano who stole her heart and took her breath

It was Damian, wearing only his white shirt, and stood with his arms folded by the door as he watched us both. “You’re here to do your job, not throw compliments at my wife,” Damian scolded. Fabio seemed taken aback but bowed slightly to apologize. The smile quickly vanished from my face. “All done,” Fabio said. “How do I look, Fabio?” I asked, and Fabio kissed his hand to gesture how beautiful I was. I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, which obviously was me just trying to test Damian’s patience. Fabio had arranged my hair into a neat low bun with a lacy bow. “Ciao, sweetie,”

“Because she’s part of my past, and I can’t just erase that. But I swear to you, there is nothing going on between us. I would never do that to you, to Luca, to our family. I’m just trying to help an old friend. That’s all.” Sophia’s heart ached. She wanted to believe him—she really did—but the doubts still lingered, whispering in the back of her mind. “I don’t know if I can handle this, Fabio. I don’t want to feel like I’m competing with someone from your past.” “You’re not competing with anyone,” Fabio said softly, stepping closer to her again. “There’s no competition. You’re my wife, Sophia. You’re the one I chose to spend my life with, the one I want to grow old with. No one else compare

Fabio had trained the young man to be logical to a fault. If Fabio had one regret, it was that he hadn't shown Massimo enough love. He had let the boy grow cold and isolated out of the misplaced belief that it would make him indestructible. Fabio sighed. He had been such a fool when he was younger. Fabio didn't want to admit it, but Massimo had a point. Elena was the kindest soul Fabio had met, but she had her own goals and dreams. She had originally laughed at the idea of getting married—much like Massimo had.

Fabien suddenly asked as we got into the car. “Huh? Cataleya Cruzada.” “I thought it was Gabriela Silang.” I burst into laughter, while he gave a small smile. Gabriela Silang was a famous heroine known for her bravery despite being a woman. Somehow, it made everything lighter. It felt comforting, hearing a man like him—so calm and unreadable—actually joke around.

Carla moved closer to me, as if the next statement was meant for my ears only in case they were being eavesdropped on. "There were some rumors at some point that she cheated on the master, causing people to gossip if Vicente was a true Sabatini," she moved back to her position and continued. "But a DNA test cleared everything. That didn't stop the rumors of her infidelity," she added. The brothers have a really interesting past, I thought calmly. "Is remarrying his mom the only reason Valentino despises Vicente?" I asked. What was I thinking? That was a good enough reason, but I still thought there was something.

Also the romance part of it wasn’t too bad either. __________________________ Luciano's POV It's been about a year now and everything is going good. But today I'm about to go do something big. The only people that know about this is Amara and Julien who helped me to plan this out perfectly the only thing I need from Gabriella is to get her out and get her to say yes. If you didn't already figure it out I'm going to pop the question, I’m going to propose to her. Now all I have to do is to tell her something like I'm taking her out so that I can pull through with my plan. Since Amara and Julien agreed to babysit for us I have a higher chance of her agreeing to go out.

Luca's words hung in the air as they stood just inches apart. Rio stared at him, his gaze moved to his lips…..he felt the urge to rub his face, kiss him….assured him that everything was going to fine. But he knew it wouldn’t change anything. Luca was semi sober right now. All of this are just words borne from the hurt he was feeling. "I won't be your rebound, Luca," Rio asserted. "Just kiss me, damn it!" Luca pleaded, pulling Rio closer until their lips met in a passionate kiss, even more intense than before.

in messy hair, he was looking as always a handsome tyrant. "He left half an hour ago and why are you so sweating? Bebe." he showed fake sympathy by caressing her cheek. his drunk and lusty eyes were seeking something. she pushed his hand away. "Your enmity is bonded with me. don't involve my family in this matter." she raised her finger at him and told him in an icy tone. he gave a devil smirk on her words as he didn't mind her. He took out his hand from the pocket and He put his hand on her waist and pulled her. She was hit by his chest.