Romance Novels Fabio Novels & Stories

“Wasn't he married to his assistant a few months ago? How is he engaged so quickly?” “Same question I asked… Anyway, the point is, he recently asked his new love, the daughter of a billionaire family franchise, for her hand in marriage. According to reports, she is one Gina Everard. Not much is known about her and…” Some air left my lungs from shock. I sat upright in more shock as the news sank deep into my head and soul. Anthony and Gina were getting married?

he said, throwing the papers at me so they scattered on the floor around my legs. I picked one up with shaking hands, held it close to see in the dim light. It was a photo printed clearly with Leonardo in a dark suit kneeling in front of Adriana in a red dress with a ring in his hand and her face lit up happily while they kissed in a room full of candles. Another photo showed them hugging with her hand out showing the diamond big and shining and his arm around her waist tight. More photos with them smiling at cameras and media flashing around them and headlines saying Sorrento Proposes to Lima Heir.

It was Damian, wearing only his white shirt, and stood with his arms folded by the door as he watched us both. “You’re here to do your job, not throw compliments at my wife,” Damian scolded. Fabio seemed taken aback but bowed slightly to apologize. The smile quickly vanished from my face. “All done,” Fabio said. “How do I look, Fabio?” I asked, and Fabio kissed his hand to gesture how beautiful I was. I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, which obviously was me just trying to test Damian’s patience. Fabio had arranged my hair into a neat low bun with a lacy bow. “Ciao, sweetie,”

Fabio raised both hands, "I don't tell no lies, took her to Vegas, put a ring on a finger, and boom, the President discovers he can't find another submissive bitch and sweeps her back in." Nico felt his breath halt; ALESSANDRO, FUCK ALESSANDRO?! He returned to the seat and settled in; gossip wouldn't hurt anyone. Fabio looked victorious; reaching forward, he took a glass of wine and let his guards pop it open before sharing it between them; raising his drink, he quoted, "Everyman has a weakness; yours is a beautiful woman." Nico blinked, still unable to believe his ears. Was it why she was so afraid to tell him? Because Alessandro was close? He had always known her fiance was a powerful man

“Mio angelo. Mia moglie.” My angel. My wife. I looked up at him. “You will never have my heart, Giovanni,” I lied. In this world you had to protect yourself first. He couldn’t afford to know I had already fallen for him. He only chuckled, his eyes darkening. I slipped away after a while, retreating to a chair to catch my breath. Eliana appeared at my side, sliding into the empty seat with a mischievous smile. “Well,” she said, sipping her champagne, “you certainly know how to make an entrance. Half the women here look like they want to skin you alive.”

Gustavo stared at his grandson,squarely. He had heard a rumor about how Fabiano always forces himself on the servants. Since he didn’t have any concrete evidence,he couldn’t approach him about it and he felt it might be untrue. But now,he had a feeling Fabiano was lying. Before he could speak,Dante thundered. “You said she seduced you?!”His voice was filled with anger. Fabiano swallowed. Everyone has always been afraid of Dante’s temper. But he had to stick to his lie. “Yes,she seduced me.You should know women like her kind very well,she would have plotted to have sex with me and then trap me with a child.She is a typical gold digger.”

North’s POV Maybe because before Fabio, my romantic history barely existed outside of crushes, fantasies, and awkward almost relationships that never became real. I had never truly dated anyone before him. A complete virgin. Completely inexperienced. And somehow the first man I genuinely fell for turned out to be the devil wearing a tailored suit. Like every manipulative person on this earth, Fabio started off perfect. Painfully perfect. He remembered tiny details about me after one conversation. He sent food to my apartment during late study nights. Bought flowers for my mother after hearing she liked orchids. Called me beautiful in ways that made my chest ache.

she said. "I told you, we need to talk. Forget that idiot, whoever he is. You don’t need him, sweet," Fabian growled, his jaw tightening at the thought of her with another man. "Just say yes, sweet. I can provide you with anything you need—you just have to ask." "Wow, playing sugar daddy now, Mr. Romano?" she taunted. Fabian’s gaze flicked to her long, smooth legs. Slim, creamy, and inviting. He remembered how tightly those legs wrapped around his waist as he took her hard. A fire ignited inside him. Damn! Just thinking about it was already getting to him.

The truth settled heavily in her chest, its weight sinking deeper with every breath. God… what kind of fate is this? Married to the Italian Don. Born to the Russian Don. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her scarf as she swallowed hard. I only asked for a normal life, she thought bitterly. A simple love. A fairytale romance. Instead, fate had dragged her into a storm of blood, power, and war—adding a ruthless whirlwind of violence where there should have been peace. “Siena, now I understand everything,” Fabio said urgently, lowering his voice. “Cristiano threatened me—to break things off with you. At the time, I thought it was because he wanted you for himself.”

(NFTMB) Chapter 95 Valentino (Laura's Replica) What a morning! Another day, another drama. Fabiano just wouldn't stop. Whenever and wherever there's trouble there will always be Fabiano. It's like a magnet that pulls him. He can't help it. He has always been like that. For some people there are good times and there are bad times. But for Fabiano it's always bad. He has never been good. Right from when we were younger.