Romansa Novels & Stories

She shifted uncomfortably, the bruises on her ribs making even small movements a test of endurance. She leaned forward, fingers steady as she inserted the flash drive into the laptop. The drive’s label—*Romano*—flashed across the screen, a cold reminder of the name she’d spent years chasing, a name that had become the bedrock of her vengeance. A name that was, even now, still a mystery.

He was my home. He pressed his forehead to mine, his whisper a gentle murmur of words I didn’t fully comprehend but felt completely. French words that flowed from his lips like poetry. “Mon coeur… ma vie… mon âme.” My heart… my life… my soul. Every word sent a shiver through me, melted me, convinced me of a love so strong it could conquer anything. I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.”

Since having Roman I decided to change my look a little, my hair is now a shade lighter with blonde highlights running through. I didn’t miss Santos’ elbow dig into the guy standing next to him, the guy stopped messing with his tie and looked up towards me. Suddenly my heart began beating faster than normal, my eyes meeting the midnight blues of Romano Callaso, I couldn’t place what was different about him, sure he was well groomed, beautifully dressed but he had a look of sadness on his face.

Gripping the brunette's arm he took her into one of the side rooms in the villa, ‘Non parlare, obbedisci solo ai miei ordini e non ti farò del male’ [Do not speak, just obey my orders and I will not hurt you] The woman fell to her knees, ‘Non farmi del male’ [Don’t hurt me] Romero got angry, ‘Ti ho detto solo di fare come dico io’ [I told you just do as I say]

Chapter 1 – The Arrival The Romano estate loomed like a fortress at the edge of the Ligurian cliffs, dark stone walls wet from the lingering drizzle, jagged waves crashing against the rocks below. Elena Morales stood at the wrought-iron gate, suitcase in hand, chest tight with anticipation. She had been warned only vaguely of the position “House staff needed. Generous pay. Absolute discretion required.” She knew nothing about her new employer beyond the name whispered across the city with equal parts fear and respect: Lorenzo Romano.

At Tim Corporation, Paris 9:15 a.m. Rosaline’s P.O.V. I was stacking all the files neatly making sure there should not be any flaws. I was too excited for the meeting of our company with Romano Corporation. I am a huge fan of Antonio Romano. He has always been my role model. I love sports cars and the Romano Co. were the top manufacturers of cars like Porsche 911 and Porsche 718 Boxter. At such a young age, Antonio Romano has established his empire so well and productively​.

ROMARIO "Romario, Romero!" Please wake up—I heard Helena's voice, I got up and opened my eyes and to my shock it was her. demons! I fell asleep and the worst of all is that I did it in Marga's room—what the hell is going on here? —I cross my arms—can you explain

I hope you know that. I love you, Roman

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"