His Italian Wife Novels & Stories

“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.

"We have a few American spies but only two live in Italy with us. One has a wife and two daughters, a son on the way." "What's her name?" I ask and he thinks for a moment. "Hazel," he responds, "they just moved here two months ago. Nathan likes to keep his family out of this life as much as he can." "Hmm," I hum in response as I move to face him. One of my arms hooks around his neck while the other lands on his bicep. His hands stay firmly on my waist and he pulls me closer. "This is how you do it here in Italy, lead the way."

“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.

I nod in his direction. The smirk is back in its place and for once, I am not annoyed by it. "What's wrong with Paige Mathewson Russo?" He puts emphasis on the new addition to my name. The question rakes a laugh out of me. "You will find out soon enough, mio caro marito." I grin as I watch his brows raise in surprise at me calling him 'my dear husband'. I love surprising people. "You speak Italian." It's a statement. Damn right, I do.

“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.

Lucif is the youngest of the three; while Devon is a ruthless mafia king and Hadues is a gentleman, Lucif is merely a brat who wanders around and seeks out for women. "That bratty child, Evel," Venus exclaimed in frustration, and Evel's stress doubled due to his wife's words. At any moment, he would be blamed again because of his younger son. Venus Donovan is married to Evel Donovan, a retired mafia king, and she is a truly lovely woman whom Evel encountered. Therefore, it is no wonder that Evel cannot help but be concerned about the young lady, Seraphina. He ponders whether she is his child, and it is not unlikely that she has inherited traits from Venus.