His Italian Wife Novels & Stories

“Pietro is not here. I’m his wife, if you have something you want to tell him then you can tell me. I’ll pass your message to him.” “Wife? So you are that woman he married?” She voices out loud in surprise when she heard my words. My brows knotted together when I heard the thick Italian accent on her voice. Now that I am in front of her, I could clearly see her Italian heritage. She has that mediterranean skin. “Do I know you?” I asked. “You are Pietro’s wife so I am a person you should know,” she answered confidently even though this is the first time that we are seeing each other.

“Look, I’m in Italy right now. I couldn’t call the cops even if I wanted to, and if you have the juice to hit my Ricky, I doubt it’d be worth the effort it took me to dial.” I blinked, mouthed the name “Ricky.” Everybody had heard the rumors that Marino’s current wife, Julie, just married him for the money, but Marino swore up and down they loved each other. If her very casual approach to his murder was anything to go by, he’d been misled. And as Niccolo’s stepmother, she didn’t even seem to care that damn-near the same syndicate had taken out both Marinos. “Italy?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound like I was laughing over the international connection.

“You should talk about it with your husband. He is equipped enough for you to do what you want to do.” “She has never told me about wanting to do any of that. I’m hearing it for the first time.” Noah said. “Were you shy to tell me that, Natalia?” He directed a meaningful stare at his wife. Natalia smiled tightly. “Yes. That was why I didn’t mention it to you before.” “And this, Italian food, this is so wonderful. Did you prepare these because I was coming over? Or do you make foreign dishes regularly?” Piero asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Ugh, not you too.” Grace laughed happily. “Don’t worry. It is one of the few words I know.” She turned her eyes to her son. “So gelato then spiaggia?” Grace playfully shoved her shoulder against her friend, as she uttered the word beach in Italian. I exited the vehicle. Massimo right behind me. I stepped forward; Massimo stood firm behind me. Each step I took closer to my wife, excitement and anger mixed in my blood. “Fancy seeing you here, wife,” I greeted her in a cold voice.

“I’m your wife! It’s your wedding day, for fuck’s sake, and you want me to fuck some Italian?” He shrugged, his hand still exploring. “I don’t care how you do it. The man has been an enemy for far too long. Even though we’re not friends with the Italians, they still came for the wedding, out of courtesy and out of their own personal intentions, which I’ve found out.” Hades’s voice hardened, eyes blazing now.

“Turned the son gay, I heard –“ “I heard she killed her parents to get all of their money so he’d marry her, because his first wife was penniless and he went broke at strip clubs –“ “They’ve got gold buried beneath that vineyard of theirs – American gold.“ I smirk to myself, because it’s all old news to me now. This happens to me pretty much every day – all the Italian women in the town speculating about how I, the red-headed American, landed my gorgeous older husband. Of course, they wouldn’t say a damn word if they knew that I speak Italian now. Which is why I don’t tell them. I let them whisper what they want to whisper, and I play the naïve little American wife, and in exchange I know ev

she murmured and headed into her office. "Honestly Mira, I am losing my mind." Catherine lamented after she narrated what happened to Mira. "Are you telling me that your runner-away boyfriend has returned?" Mira asked, still don't believe Catherine. "Mira, he did not just return, but he is also my boss" Catherine continued "So when are you going to tell him"? Mira "Tell him what," Catherine asked "About Your son Ellis," Mira said. "I can't tell him anything. He may deny ever knowing me" Catherine said.

Vitalo says throwing her a questioning glance as he sighed tiredly. “What's happening? Who is she Vitalo?”I ask irritatedly as neither of them said a word leaving me to speculate. “You never told me you had company on the island Vit. Even a pregnant one at that”She drawls out with a disgusted look on her face as she stares at me like I was some kind of trash or scum. “Well since you're here then I guess we don't have to try to hide anything. You should show her some respect because this is my wife and the new Mrs Patrakis”He says dryly to her as he moves towards me, placing an encouraging hand on my waist.

“Wanna see my new bike?” Spade chuckled and whispered at him, “Fuck you.” Terzo just laughed. “Welcome to Italy and to my humble home.” He greeted me and Piper. Piper seemed speechless as Terzo walked us to his house. Apparently, the modern one was his. Then the beautiful blonde woman walked downstairs, smiling brightly at us. “Guys, this is mia bella, my wife, Dani.” Dani, the wife, broke into a wider smile. “You must be Robyn. I heard so much about you.” Did she now? And yet, I heard nothing about her, but she was beautiful with bright brown eyes and a Barbie nose.

No matter how much that italian scum treats him like his very own, Lorenzo, will always hate him for the death of Padrino, no matter what. "Go, make sure she is back here alive. She might be useful against Vitiello. He must be going mad with worry now that he must have realised that his wife is gone. I cannot believe he would marry her, after all my efforts to get them together in the past, this is how he marries her?" "She did not have much of a choice, sir, I would rather suggest she gave in because she was protecting you," He says, his hand behind his back like a true soldier.