Italian Wife Beater Novels & Stories

“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.

You can just tell he’s Italian, just like those men from my nightmares. Matt kissed my forehead, “drink some water, okay?” He said calmly before unwrapping his arms around me and subtly making his way out. The way he completely ignored Ricci who trailed him with his eyes just makes him all the more attractive. “How low can you go you bitch?” Ricci shouted, landing the back of his right hand on my face. A metallic substance dug into my flesh. That damn ring. “You are my wife! Mine! You are carrying my heir and you will do as I say, understood? If I ever catch you snuggling my brother like a dumb puppy, ever again, you will regret leaving Italy in the first place!” He walked out, immediately s

"By this time tomorrow, you'll be Mrs. Esposito instead of Miss Romano." Mariana's eyes widened. "You even dared to change my surname? Who gave you that right?" She half-yelled. "Do you really think you're suitable to be an Esposito with the last name of a murderer?" Beatrice said coldly, and Mariana's tears flowed again. "Wait... did you say Esposito? I'm marrying into that family?" she asked in disbelief.Beatrice nodded. "Aren't you lucky? The first daughter of Romano, marrying the third son of the Esposito family"

Dante says. "You better not cheat on her. Anyway, she is a lot like me and her mother. She knows exactly what we will do in a situation like that. What can we say? We are Italian. We are passionate people. You see, you are also very warm-blooded, and you would not like your wife to have an affair with another man. No Italian would like to see their partner cheating on them. We have the most wonderful fights, but we also have the best makeup sex," I laugh.

But she didn’t buy it. “Tutto ciò che ti coinvolge riguarda me (Everything that involves you concerns me,sono tua moglie (I’m your wife),” Velvet yelled at the table, causing distress. First, you tried to attempt murder and now, you were confident enough to use your mouth for barking. How arrogant.

" Please pardon me boss. My Husband was right. I was only acting on impulse. the fact that you are mad at does overwhelmed me with unspeakable fear. I just wished to be out of your sight till your anger subside. I never know I was acting out of rules and regulation if there is any punishment for me I'm ready to accept it and I would like for you to speak to my husband on my behalf. I'm very sure he would sacrifice my head to a deity once we leave her. Please help me I'm so scared of him right now " Maximo looked up to stare at Alessio. He realise there is no doubt about it, the man was very upset at his wife's behaviour. Obviously he never expected her to behave out of rules. " Alessio let t

Yes, it is a lot, I had to put down the book after that. “How far along are you?” I swallow some baked potatoes, shaking my head, probably page 10. “But it’s been rather interesting, complicated but interesting, I’ll be sure to write something one day like you” Besides each name, you will see the words; Wife to Roberto Salvatore capo dei capi of the Italian famiglia, Or sister to, or mother to-

On the day I returned to the country, my husband, Dan Anderson, who promised to pick me up, sent someone over instead. She met me at the airport and said smugly, “I bet you’re Dan’s so-called girl best friend.” I anxiously instructed her, “Quick, send me to the mansion on Fortune Street.” That morning, my butler had suddenly told me that my grandfather was bedridden. Hence, I took the earlier flight back home. The woman did not move. Instead, she glared at me viciously. “You’re a despicable homewrecker. I’m going to kill you!” I did not see the first slap coming. In my daze, more slaps quickly followed. Fortunately, I had some basic self-defense skills. I quickly tossed her onto

All these years, she had set up new companies and earned a lot of money but had not paid her taxes. With all the crimes she committed, she was fined a hundred million dollars. Bella’s company, house, and assets were frozen. As for Carlson, he was locked up because of assault. The next day, when I opened the door to the butcher shop, I saw Bella sitting in the corner, looking haggard. She did not dress up. She glanced at the butcher shop a few times. “The meat today looks very fresh.” “What do you want to buy?” She ordered some pork and said she wanted to make some bolognese.

And now, standing in front of me in our kitchen, he was attempting to play the role of the wounded, betrayed husband—not because he was actually remorseful for what he’d done to me, but because someone else had answered my distress call before he could control the fallout. "You have got to be absolutely kidding me, Marcus." "I'm completely serious, Elena." "Marcus. Stop." His voice suddenly rose, the control fracturing. "I come home after trying to reach you all night, only to find another man walking my wife through the front door—" "Your wife?" He stopped mid-sentence. I took a deliberate step forward, moving out of the shadows of the foyer and into the harsh light of the kitchen. "Your wi