Novel & Cerita Piero Barone Wife

Silence engulfed them as they stood inside the room. Fabiano closed the bed behind him and let his feet carry him towards the king-sized, four poster bed in the middle of the room. He stopped beside the bed, staring down at the figure laying lifelessly on the bed. “Fabiano!” He heard a gasp but didn’t take his eyes off, “What happened to her?” I happened, he wanted to say but swallowed the reply. “Meet my wife,” He paused, bending down to move a rogue strand of hair away from her nose, “Aria Lombardi.”

They stared at Lorenzo as if they were watching a dead man. “Lorenzo.” Don Moretti slowly opened his eyes, his voice hoarse yet commanding. “This is the ‘surprise’ you mentioned to me?” Lorenzo stood stiffly. “Don Moretti, Sophia may be of low birth, but she… she’s carrying my child. I wanted to take this opportunity—” “Outrageous!” Before Don Moretti could speak, the consigliere across the table slammed his hand down. “Lorenzo! Your wife is sitting right here, and you bring a mistress to the main table? Where does that put Ms. Bernardi? Are you trying to humiliate her or the Bernardi family?”

She clenched her teeth, but the pain in her stomach was so intense, it overwhelmed the anger she fought to suppress. “Eira Carson, I know my husband is with you. Please… tell him to save me,” she begged her voice barely a whisper. “I’m… dying…” “Hahaha! You’re still breathing, older sister? Aren’t you tired? Why not just let go and be free?” Eira taunted. "Please..." she gasped. "Who is that?" a deep voice came through. “Who else could it be? Your wife,” Eira sneered. “Oh, that bitch. Don’t call her my wife. I feel sick every time I hear her name. If it weren't for revenge, I would have left her long ago,” Riven's voice was cold and blunt.

The women in particular exchanged glances, some of them barely hiding their disappointment or shock. Dante’s gaze softened as he turned to Izzy, taking her hand in his. “This is my wife, Izzy Romano Vieri. She’s been my strength, my partner, and my anchor. And from this day forward, she will hold a formal role within this company.” Gasps rippled through the room. A few women visibly froze, their expressions ranging from disbelief to forced smiles. One particularly bold employee, Veronica, a senior executive known for her ambition and flirtatious nature, couldn’t hold back. “Mr. Vieri,” she said, her tone overly sweet, “this is... quite a surprise. I didn’t know you were married.”

Marco's chest tightened once more as he watched in deep shock. "Lorenzo," the chairman called out. "What is the meaning of this?" Marco beat Lorenzo to the response. "This is nonsense! That's my wife!" Lorenzo threw a glance at him and scoffed. "As all or some of you may know, this man divorced his ex-wife five years ago. A woman by the named Vivienne Duarte." "I want you all to look closely at the top right corner of the screen. You'll find the time stamp." Then he turned to Marco again.

His footsteps echoed softly against the wooden stairs, and for some reason, I couldn’t stop listening to them, each step pulling my thoughts along with him as he left. Suddenly, I flinched as the sound of the tray behind me fell to the ground. I turned back, my eyes landing on Barbara. “How dare you bake cookies in my husband's house? You shameless woman. You actually came back after what you did to Enzo. Guess you don't like your life much.” Barbara sneered as she stared at me. I opened my mouth to speak when my eyes landed on her bulging belly. Pregnant. Barbara was actually pregnant. “Oh. Guess. Guess who is the father of my baby? My son.” Barbara said with a smug look as she rubbed her b

Fabiana Vitielo, the wife of Gioluca Vitielo, is one of the most influential woman in Famiglia. She and her family played a major role for the reputation of the Italian Mafia organization in America. Even though she married Gioluca without love, just for a political marriage, and Romero was not Gioluca's biological son, but she also had the power to make decisions during her husband's absence. "I didn't think Romero would go this far just because he felt threatened by Mia's existence," Gavin said as he looked at the letter.

he let out a small laugh and stopped when he noticed the disappointment on her face. “I don’t understand,” She whimpered. “Go inside, freshen up and rest a bit. When it’s dinner time I’ll explain everything to you” he rubbed her arm and left. “Ma’am” a lady dressed in black came. “I’ll help you with that” “Who’re you?” “I’m Anita, your personal attendant, ma’am” She replied. * * * Apparently, the only reason she was married to this gorgeous man was for the growth and stability of his and her father’s company. Her attendant had told her everything while she helped her sort herself out.

I thugged on Julius's arms and it well got her attention "Oh sorry I don't think we have met My name is Vera Chrysanthos as in Julius's wife" She accepted my handshake with a forced smile on her face that any one could see from miles away and I mirrored her gesture "Julius you didn't tell me you liked red heads I would have died my hair" Was this Barbie being serious I thugged Julius's arm pulling him away with me as I shouted back to her "Sorry we have to go. You too will catch up much later! "

he paused with a tensed blink before adding, “But for you. A Berbieri’s daughter's hand for you.” “Come again?” Vladimir Sokolov's cold arctic tone sent chills down the walls of his office room. Boris Sokolov, His councillor and father let out a heavy breath and nodded. “Her name is Rose Barbieri. She is Nico Berbeiri's daughter and niece of La Camorra’s Capo. A beautiful and submissive girl, she is perfect to be your wife.” “And who said I needed a wife, Otets? Cancel the arrangement, Vladimir Sokolov doesn't require a wife,” He said decisively, fixing his father with a freezing glare.