I Promessi Sposi Novels & Stories

"It's going to be a big event, and I want you to accompany me." "What... with me... why...?" Her eyes displayed a clear mix of confusion and curiosity that captured Greed's attention. Greed flashed a suggestive smile; his lips curved slightly with a touch of mischief. "Because I want you to pretend to be my fiancée," he announced in a low voice. A heavy silence fell over the room, leaving Lizzy completely stunned, while in stark contrast, Greed seemed utterly sure of his words. "Sir, I'm not sure if that's a good idea..." she began, her voice trembling slightly. "Isn't there someone more suitable to perform that role with better professionalism?"

"Then, consider the police report a joke too. You can explain to the officers exactly what was so funny about it." Logan's expression changed. He stared at Leo with open hostility and demanded, "Who the hell are you? What gives you the right to get involved in our business?" Leo's tone remained flat. "After tonight, I will be Julia's husband." "That is a lie!" Logan shouted, his face turning red. "Julia promised to marry me. She waited for me for seven years. There is no way she would turn around and marry someone else." I took Leo's hand and laced my fingers firmly through his. "I already told you. The man I'm marrying is not you."

Cassidy rushed her words in pure excitement as she jumped on her feet, turning around. "I'm captivated by our beauty." She finally said and Alexandra smiled. She was glad she wasn't the only one feeling the feverishness of her excitement. Today was a day in which promises would be rebounded, vows would be remade, promises would be established. This time around, she was so sure, that these promises would never be broken, theses vows would be destroyed. She was so sure. Liam would love her so much and she would do the same. No matter what the future held. She stood in front of him moments, a small smile on her face as he said his vows straight from his head without following the original ones

"I... Promise," "I'm happy that this time you'll not gonna break your promise," Sebastian announced. Breaking their sacred promise."I'm hoping that you'll not gonna break it this time," "Hey, we're done talking about this right," I said and looked at him, my eyes are giving him a warning. Thomas is with us for pity's sake.

He shook his head, scooting closer to her. “Please promise me you’ll understand,” She sniffed and looked away. “I will understand you the same way you’ve understood me,” He placed his hand on top of hers. “Kai…” She licked her lips, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Sol asked me, and I nodded. "Can you tell me about them?" I shook my head, and he let it go. "Maybe I will, one day, but not tonight. I promise," I told him. I felt him kiss the top of my head as he whispered, "Take your time. I'm always waiting for you." ###

“Protect her.” Marco nodded. “With my life.” Stefano leaned closer to her. The wind howled around them on the tarmac, sending her hair flying across her face. He kissed her forehead, then her mouth, slow and deep. It was a kiss of promises, of everything unspoken. “I’ll be back before you know it,” he whispered. “I promise.” She shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” “I intend to keep this one.”

The perfect glow of the party cracked a little, as if something invisible had broken beneath the glitter and the music. Then Noah dropped to one knee before her. The engagement ring caught the light. “Mia,” he said, his voice steady, “I know I’ve made mistakes, and I’m still learning. I promise to keep learning to be a better man for you, a man just like your father. But right now, I want to spend my life with you. Will you, Mia Kings, be my wife?” A hush swept through the room. Mia’s tears fell freely, but her smile was radiant. She nodded softly. When Noah slid the ring onto her finger, it felt as if the past—all the hurt, all the noise—finally began to fade.

But I smiled. “She will learn obedience,” Nero said smoothly. “As all good wives do.” The matriarch sipped her wine, gaze never leaving me. “Does she know what it means... to be Moretti?” she murmured. "She will.” Nero promised darkly. Dinner was served. Fine courses I couldn’t taste. Wine I dared not sip. My spine stiffened under every gaze. Every breath was watched. Every smile measured. I played the part. The pretty puppet. The perfect betrothed.

Pete was one of the few men I trusted my life with, and I had no doubt he would protect her. He looked at her and spoke about her like she was talking about his own daughter, and though she didn’t know that I could tell she was at ease with him being around now. "Are you sure about doing this?" Brady said from the passenger seat as we pulled up to the front of the Italian restaurant I had been to before with David. The outside of the restaurant was small and quaint, tucked away on a side street in the middle of a little residential area filled with antique-looking houses. Its white exterior with red trim spoke to its exclusiveness as well as the few patio lights highlighting the romantic sea