Romans & histoires His Italian Wife

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

Then I understood that it wasn't just Alissa we had to charm, but Serafina, and that's what Amaya was doing at that moment. "Sei una ragazza bellissima," my wife pronounced, and I saw the impact it had on them. It was logical that they didn't expect her to speak Italian, and I didn't expect the entrance of Giorflavio Falcone, one of the nastiest men I knew, as hopelessly troublesome. He had lost his wife, so he was much more irritating than usual. However, when he got out of the van, he didn't go directly to his family but stood next to my wife and looked her up and down with a big smile.

The head of the Italian mafia, I always talked to his very young wife when we would go to balls. We walk down the stairs with our heads high not paying any mind to the people staring at us, to the main level. The leader of the Italian mafia walks up to us right away, with Mary his wife on his hip. I let go of kade and she dose that same. I squeal as I go up and hug her she dose the same. Both men pat each other on the back. "Good to see you again Vincent" "You too kade, I see you got Maria back."

"Will you be my wife? You must want" "You kidnapped me, and now you ask me to be your wife? Are you crazy?" "yes, I'm crazy because of you."

It's a silent rule cause I don't want them to feel awkward having fans. 'What are you saying? I would love to help, especially if it's a fan of mine. It's like giving back to you for all the support and inspiration you gave me.' what's with this heartfelt statement? I keep my heart beating faster and make myself comfortable at his back. He smelled so good. He opened the door to his apartment. "I'm back." All the conversation started in Hangul but I understand it anyway. "Oh honey, welcome back. Who's that?" I finally see his mystery wife. He never discloses her to the public. She was so pretty in her straight black hair. She probably also just came back from the kitchen with the apron she wa

Mrs Valentino adds brightly as she stares back at me, and as I stare back at me, I try all I can not to fight back the tears threatening to form. I did it... I actually did it... From this point, I'm Alyssa Valentino... and Stephano Valentino... is now my husband...

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

I took a glass of champagne from the waiter and faced Victor as he strolled to the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Victor’s voice drifted from the ballroom stage. He was undeniably handsome—strong jawline, sharp grey eyes that could make any woman swoon. “Thank you for tonight,” he continued. “But it’s not about me. It’s about someone far more remarkable—my lovely wife.” The room erupted in applause. His gaze locked on me. I forced a smile, noting the emptiness behind his eyes. “From the day she walked into my life,” he said, “everything changed. She brought out the best in me… and my company. Her kindness, her intelligence—I owe her my strength, and her unwavering belief in me.”

Alessio bellowed, throwing back his head in exasperation. Luigi Gretto, his father, remained unfazed. The man had seen his fair share of rages from his son, and this was nothing new. "It's a strategic move, Alex. It's not just about the alliance. The Wellingtons are wealthy beyond our dreams. This marriage will solidify our US empire."

He brought several packets of new seeds over to me. “These are the cherry tomato seeds you wanted.” “Thanks,” I said, accepting the packets before pulling out a plastic chair in front of the cashier’s counter. He followed and sat beside me. Once again, his eyes swept over my appearance as if making sure I was really okay. “I’m fine, Antony. Kael would never hurt me. He’s my husband,” I said softly. Antony scoffed. “Pretend husband. When is he going back to wherever he came from? How long are you planning to keep him?”