Romans & histoires Joe Santagato Girlfriend

"So you're the poor soul who married Giovanni?" My brows knitted together. “How… how did you know?” "Because I’m Enzo’s girlfriend, sweetie." Her smile widened. "Jasmine Anderson.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am. And just so we’re clear, she’s not just some girl. She’s my mate. She’s my girlfriend. And I fucking love her.” John exhales sharply, like he’s deflating. “I’ll keep that in mind. Just… be ready to face the consequences.” With that, he spins on his heel and stalks off. “Are you sure you’re gonna be alright?” Aria asks softly. “Don’t worry, baby,” I say, lacing my fingers with hers. “I’ve got you. And I’m never letting go of this hand. Not now, not ever.” Her lips curve into a smile, and just as I’m about to pull her into another kiss, Sarita’s voice cuts through the air. “Wow. Look at you two, finally burying the hatchet.”

My mom would also subtly encourage him to confess his feelings for me. So, he finally confessed on Christmas. He told me that he wanted to be my Santa; he would love me and be loyal to me. I accepted his feelings, and we started dating. During this time, I heard some news about Sean and Josie from my friends back in the country. After Sean returned home, he could not pull himself back together. His company struggled, and stock prices dropped after our breakup. Sean did not care about the company anymore, so he gave it to his cousin.

She was so happy to see Gage again and it was too evident on his face. "Hey aunt Josie." Gage greets and pulled himself away from her. She chuckles. "Oh look at you. You've grown way taller than me." Gage smiles. "By the way aunt Josie, i want you to meet Tate Kavanaugh." He placed his arm around my waist and smiles at me while he looks into my eyes. She settles her eyes at me. "My girlfriend." He adds. She gushes. "Oh. She is beautiful Gage."

Santino's POV “Who let you in here?" I asked the person currently sitting in my living room, her legs crossed like she owned the place. “Santino darling, that's no way to say hello to your girlfriend you haven't seen in a while." She says, he red lips curling in a seductive smile. "You are nothing to me. Neither a girlfriend nor anything else.” I snarled, my fists folding by my side. How dare she come here after so many years and claim to be my girlfriend?

Perhaps they just can't believe how Jaxson found a new girlfriend right after what happened to his ex-fiance and step-brother. Little did they know that this was all his plan to avoid being an embarrassment. Their family is peculiar, and I don't feel even a slight amount of affection from them. There's no empathy lingering, just plain high-class people sitting on one lavish table. As we moved towards our chairs, I stopped in front of a muscular man seated at the far end of the table. He has an intimidating aura around him, and appears to be a respectable personality. “Good evening, Mr. Madrigal. I am Cattleya Santos, Jax's girlfriend. It was nice to meet you, sir.” I greeted him politely, wi

"In her bed. In her fiancé's bed. Did you plan this? Did you plan this from the start, you ungrateful little bastard?" "It was an accident," I said. My voice cracked down the middle. "The full moon, we didn't choose—" "Save it." Marisol's grip tightened. "Everyone will know what you are by morning. A slut who couldn't keep her hands off her own sister's mate." "Enough." Kian's voice. Flat. Final. Marisol's hand froze in my hair. "Last night was an accident," he said, still not looking at me, only at her. "It changes nothing. My engagement to Priya stands."

I asked with a huff. “What girlfriend?” Francesco questioned back, his brows furrowed in confusion. “The one you were laughing with in front of your office,” I said. “Do you remember that you have a girlfriend now?” His frown deepened for a moment before he chuckled, “Oh, Sydney. She's a lawyer from Sergio and co. We were talking about work and I swear I didn't even crack a joke.” “Yeah, right.” I muttered, and Francesco chuckled. “Your jealousy is so hot, Jo,” He said, to which I swallowed harshly.

"Wait, what about Mr De Vito? You and him had that whole situation, remember? The sexual tension, the enemies-to-almost-lovers drama? What happened to him?" "Nothing," I said quickly. Too quickly. "This guy is like my boss, Jane. Mr Salvatore—he’s the owner of the hotel project I designed." "Oh, honey," she cooed with mock sweetness. "That definitely didn’t stop you from riding Mr De Vito’s—" "Jane!" I hissed, scanning around in a panic, making sure no one heard. "You can’t say things like that on speaker!" "It’s not like they don’t know you’ve got a type: broody, rich, devastatingly hot. Honestly, I don’t even blame you. If I lived in Italy, I’d be bouncing between these men like I was audi

Dante countered, leaning closer to me, ignoring the frost emanating from the opposite couch, "She just sees a gorgeous girl on my arm." Silvio shook his head, looking at me with a mix of pity and amusement, "You don't want any part of this, G. His girlfriend is married. It’s a messy, trashy soap opera that ends in a public scandal." Dante waved a dismissive hand, "I’m not trying to win her back. I just want her to think I’m thriving without her. It’s about the optics, Silvio." I looked up at Dante, my eyes dancing with amusement. "Are you, though? thriving?"