Novel & Cerita Italian Love Stories

Love and lies (Her love story) Episode 45 After exchanging pleasantries with different CEO's and high figures Lisa didn't hesitate to leave the venue and went to the balcony to meet Liam who was waiting for her, It can be said that she didn't want to stay at that banquet even for a moment Liam saw her as he stretched out his hand while Lisa went over and hugged him “It must be very hard” He said as he touched her hair “Is not so hard just not used to things like this, and I can't wait to go home” Lisa said leaning on him as Liam hugged her waist

Stravos? "We fell in love. And we made promises. When I met her, a reason for me to make excuses is not to avoid Kirstine anymore but meet her in secret. By the time I thought I was her Romeo, by the time I was madly in love with her, by the time I was going to ask her for marriage, in that afternoon at Rome's Colosseum, she brought another man. And that was her true Romeo. Not me." A bitter smile formed in his lips. His story made me hard to breathe. The demon is showing his fragile side.

A young, happy couple with their five-year-old laughed boisterously, narrating some tale in their native tongue. Dominic finally joined me, wrapping a hand around my shoulder, tucking me closer to his damp frame, and then following my gaze. There was something very familiar and intimate between them, even though it was difficult to understand the way they conversed in fluent Italian. “What are they talking about?” I asked Dominic, whose Italian was surprisingly flawless. “He is telling his son the story of how they met. She…was a painter. Apparently, she was looking for a muse when they found each other.”

"The matchmaking is completely the girls’ idea; Tiziano and I know better." Gregorio scowled darkly. ‘Meaning?’ His brother sighed. That is, I spent years attempting to avoid the Di Costa curse of falling so deeply in love with a woman that the thought of life without her was unbearable."In fact, I was probably the biggest playboy in Europe—okay, I was the biggest playboy in Europe," he conceded dryly, at Gregorio’s scathing glance, giving one of those vulpine smiles that had helped make him known to the world as Lamberto Di Costa. "But when it actually happened, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it." It was the same for Tiziano. Neither of us was actively looking for the women we w

But somehow, I manage to simply laugh at Natalia’s suspicion that Daniel might like men – as if it’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heared? “Really, Natalia?” I ask, scoffing pleasantly. “I mean, I know we’re not a very handsy couple or anything, but I didn’t think we’d pushed you that far along into the realm of the ridiculous.” “Ah well,” she says, wrinkling her nose at me a little bit. “I suppose that it is just that you are Americans. In Italy, when the young are in love, they cannot keep their hands off of each other. You know?”

“I need you to tell me the truth, Natalia. I need to know that I’m not alone in this.” “You’re not alone, Brad.” “Then when was the last time you took a lover?” Her heart beat furiously in her chest as what seemed like endless minutes ticked by before she finally told him the truth. “It’s been two years,” she whispered, letting her gaze slide away from him. “You were right all those years ago—what you said. After my last boyfriend I didn’t even bother dating anymore because none of them compared to you— none of them were you.”

"So you think, buying a girl, forcing her into marriage and keeping her against her will is care.... Asking for a friend!' I can hear taunting in his voice. "Aren't you all same?" I snapped at him. "Don't forget your father did the same with your mother... Whole mafia world knows about their love story..." "Right, love story!..." He agreed. "He didn't purchase my mother... Don't forget my mother is one of the powerful woman in Italian mafia... She turns Empires into dust within snap of her fingers..." "And she willingly fell for your father... Please. Sell this story to someone else... We all know Italian mafia men are no saints."

“They went to the same high school with Santo, but could only keep their love story a secret. When they came of age and their fathers needed them to continue their respective traditions, they were married off to their respective partners. My mother and Santo knew deep down that they weren't in love with them, so my mother begged Santo to plead with his wife to let her husband be. “With time we were born and the connection between them grew. They never had extra marital affairs, they just knew that their hearts belonged to one another. Out of jealousy, Santo invited father to a private meeting in a bid to sort things out. Not knowing that Santo had other things planned out. He apprehended fat

Monica's expression froze as she asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Reynold, didn't you tell me I was your favorite?" She pressed, "Is Adrianna forcing you to say this? I knew she was a difficult, unreasonable woman!" Anger flashed in Reynold's eyes. "What nonsense are you spouting? You better watch your mouth! I won't let you badmouth my wife." He turned to open his car door, but Monica grabbed his arm, refusing to let go. She hissed, "So you're dumping me? Dream on!" She added, "I've slept with you countless times, and now you think you can just walk away? Do you actually think Adrianna will forgive you? Keep dreaming!"