Novedades Livia Novels & Stories

'Livv Markov the son of the great Alejandro Markov issued to be smuggling illegal substances, prostitution and selling children' Slowly, precise Livv, I'll watch you fall slowly after, I will bring death to you with my own hands. I saw Henry walking inside the room, I look at him with a grin plastered on my lips. "Where's Livv?" I asked him. "Out, he said I should keep you safe, and away from here," He said, I nodded and walks inside my room grabbing my bag.

And there, seated in the shadows, was Elijah. He looked older. More tired. But still razor sharp. “Didn’t think you’d come,” he said, rising. “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you on sight,” Grace snapped. Adrian stepped forward. “What is this about Livia?” Elijah tossed a dossier on the table. Grace opened it. Photos. Recent. Crisp. Livia in Paris. Livia in Dubai. Livia holding hands with someone very much alive. “She’s working with Jade,” Elijah said.

Liviana laughs, letting it die with a sigh as she asks, "How are you, Luka? How's life- oh, and your family? I miss them so much." "Yeah, they miss you, too," he tells, smiling at the thought. "Especially the royal Rivera." "Aw," she coos. "The princess! I miss her so much-" "She misses you, too. Talks about you all the time," he says, a smile as he pulls out his phone, tapping at the screen before turning to show off the girl in question. "Aw, Astra! She's gotten so big!" Liviana gasps. "She misses you a lot," he tells. "Asks about you all the time."

Marco stood by the window, scanning the skyline, but his posture was relaxed—no longer a soldier on watch, but a man at peace. Livia went to the bedroom and opened the closet where she kept the past. Dante’s old wedding ring—melted down after the safehouse watch. Russo’s blackmail photos—burned in the fireplace weeks ago. The burner phones, the bloodstained clothes, the ledger pages where she’d once signed away her dignity—all gone. In their place: a fresh stack of legal documents bearing her name—Livia Rossi, CEO of Il Giardino Holdings. A passport with no aliases. A future with no shadows.

Her eyes darted from Aldrake to the Elders, then finally to Livia. “I… I must speak,” she stammered, voice cracking. “I—I have seen it myself. The Luna… she was not faithful. I saw her in secret with another man, whispering like lovers in the shadows.” Gasps filled the hall like a wave crashing against stone. Livia’s head snapped toward the woman, her eyes wide, her heart pounding so hard it shook her ribs. She wanted to shout, to deny, but her voice was stuck in her throat. She could already hear the crowd reacting before she could even breathe.

She turned to Aurelia, "you mentioned we." "Oh," Aurelia smiled, "that's Flora's twin sister, Livia. Livia, come on out." Flora must be the dead girl, Aurora thought. Timid Livia creeped out of the kitchen, her face an epitome of fear. Aurora smiled at the pretty auburn-haired young girl. "How old are you?" She asked kindly. "Fifteen," Livia croaked out. "Great," Aurora beamed and said to Aurelia, "ma Aurelia, you won't mind prince Justus taking Livia's hand in marriage, would you?"

“Adrian sees it too, even if he’s being a protective big brother about it.” They laughed softly at that, the sound carrying into the night. The conversation turned to the future then. Aria’s excitement about the baby, how she wanted Liviana to be part of it all—baby showers, late-night talks, the chaos of new motherhood. Liviana’s tentative dreams of maybe painting or writing, turning her fragmented memories into something creative. The possibility of traveling together someday, seeing places that might spark more recollections.

"If I wanted to, I could have him with just a snap of my fingers. You probably don't know this, but your wedding anniversary with Owen... it's actually my birthday," Luna said with a smirk. "And?" I asked coldly. Luna was momentarily stunned before she let out a mocking laugh. "Oh, I see what you're doing. You think acting like you don’t care will let you keep your title as Mrs. Clinton?" She crossed her arms, scoffing with disdain. "You’re making a huge mistake."

In the courtyard, the cottonwood leaves moved softly in the wind. Then someone called my name. “Elena.” The voice was lower than I remembered. I turned. Livia stood beside a tree. She had lost weight. Her hair was shorter, her face bare of makeup, and her gray coat looked old from too many washes. After being released on bail, she still had charges waiting for her. Now, she only held a garment bag. “I came to return this.” She opened it. Inside was the wedding dress. The Moretti black eagle and the Vale trailing vines still lay across the fabric, carefully pressed and folded.

Eliana said cheerfully. Her eyes widened as she spoke. ‘Livy,’ she hasn’t heard this word in four years. This word resurrected emotions she didn’t want to feel and didn’t deserve to feel again. It was buried deep within her. But she couldn’t bring herself to correct them. It hurts too much, but at the same time, it feels good to hear this word again. Livy. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She will not say that this is the beginning of her new journey because she can never start over. But this is a continuation of her old life.