Joseph Lancia Wife Novels & Stories

Letta Letishia finally found herself living in luxury and wealth. However, it wasn't all she had hoped for. She obtained it all at the cost of marrying a man who would become the father of the child conceived from their one-night stand. This relationship completely changed Letta's life. The man was Marco Jovanka, a CEO of the airline company JV Airlines, where Letta worked as a flight attendant.

"I've heard Alpha Lucas got married. This must be Mrs. Lavoie, right?" Josephine shrank back, her blush deepening as she stammered, "No, it's not like that…" Her hands fluttered, useless, as she tried to retreat from the spotlight Darren had thrown on her. Before I could speak, Lucas' arm snaked around me, yanking me from Darren's grip and into his own. His hold was possessive, his fingers digging into my waist. I looked up, startled, and found him staring at Darren, his eyes cold as winter stone. "This is my wife and mate," he said, his voice low, each word a warning. "Leila Lavoie."

Noticing the fact that she wouldn’t elaborate, Amy let the matter drop with a soft sigh. Isabella knew perfectly well how pathetic she must look to others. Spineless. Degraded. The kind of woman people dismissed with a shake of the head. But she didn’t care. Dominic Lancaster was the largest shareholder behind the Dream Club. His people stretched over every inch of this place. Every move she made here, every word, every breath—if he wanted to know, he would. And if she resisted? If she caused trouble or drew attention? It wouldn’t just be her who received the punishment.

Her brothers became more overprotective after Dante’s and Lily’s mother died. The kids had different mothers. Robert Jr, Nicolas and Riccardo’s mother was Robert Sr. ‘s first wife who was later found out to be working with the Mexican mafia to bring the Italian mafia down. Sources said when they found out they killed her. After that Robert Sr. married his second wife , Dante and Lily were their children. His second wife passed away in a war between two mobs .

"Maybe we should visit the Tocci's to question them?" Her husband seemed to take the idea quite negatively, "Are you sane? You went to accuse people when we are not even sure she's there? You need help." This was just like him, a pessimistic being. The phone rang and Mrs. Contreras rushed to see who was calling. It wasn't Rodriguez, just some random number. Nonetheless, she picked it up. "Are these the Contreras?" "Yes. Can I help you?" "Your daughter Ema Contreras was involved in an auto crash."

However, maybe it was, in reality, the scheme of the Fates, a lesser being than the Creator but a separate element with the gods, for the ruin to arise. The odds were made possible by an elf named Jilroid. He was a powerful member of the aristocracy and a dreadful leader. He was deceitful, vain, self-centered, and greedy. He was fortunate enough to have a wife, named Estelel, even though it was through a fixed marriage. But he ignored and mistreated her. Neglected, his wife stumbled upon the human world and met a mortal. Unlike her husband, the mortal was kind and giving. They secretly met up many times before they fell love. They planned to get away and build a family of their own, in a pla

Jade looks up at him and smiles. "Hello, love," she says provocatively. "Hello, Jade!" Justin responds. "Where have you been for so long?" "Building a family until your friends took my baby from me," she says, probably referring to me and Anne. "Noah isn't you..." "His name is Lucca, Lucca Beadles." "What have you become, Jade?" he asks, with a low and sad look. "Something that knows where the saint Emily is, the one you all want. Isn't that right, Tyler?" she laughs. "You think I wouldn't notice you all peeking?"

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ Lilianna Costello wasn’t just a movie star. She was the wife of Marco Costello, one of the higher ranking members of the Cosa Nostra, he was bound to the whole thing by blood. Logan and I stepped into the room, the door clicking shut behind us. Lilianna didn’t bother looking up at first, her focus trained on her manicured nails, painted the same shade of red as her lipstick.

He never came back. I was just standing up to leave when a familiar figure slid into the seat across from me. Susan. She looked me up and down, a cruel smirk on her face. “Well, Seraphina. At the end of the day, Zane still chose me. He left you alone on your wedding anniversary to come running to me. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe you’re the problem?” When I said nothing, she leaned forward, her voice sharp with triumph. “Let’s make a bet. Which one of us is gonna be the Donna of the Corleone family? It’s almost sad, really. All your hard work’s just gonna be my legacy. You should just fold now. I’d hate to see you humiliate yourself even more.”

Joseph said. After studying Kenneth's condition a bit more, Joseph left the ward. When he returned to his office, he found a woman in her early 30s waiting inside. She was strikingly beautiful, with a flawless heart-shaped face, long hair cascading over her shoulders, and a curvy, hourglass figure. "Dr. Hart, hi. I'm Jonas Towne's wife, Shirley Landon. I'm here to ask you for a favor," she said.