Tiziano Ferro Husband Novels & Stories

"I'm apologizing here. I'm trying to make things right. And you want to divorce me over a jacket? End the alliance between our families?" I didn’t say a word. Just watched him perform, my eyes like ice. My silence was gasoline on his fire. His voice got louder, with a little whine in it. "Since we started dating, when have I ever not done exactly what you wanted? Five years of marriage, and I haven't just been your husband. I've been a fucking lapdog for you and the entire Vettori family!" He jabbed a finger at his own chest, moving closer to me.

"Don't forget, under the law, adultery and having children outside the marriage aren't automatic grounds for a divorce. "As long as I refuse to agree, you won't be able to divorce me. I'll drag this out for as long as it takes. I'll make sure you're stuck with me as your husband for the rest of your life." Then he finally revealed what he really wanted. "Of course, if you insist on getting divorced, that's fine. But I want half of the marital assets. Otherwise, there's nothing to discuss." Looking at the ugly expression on his face, I let out a quiet sigh.

She very well knew what a player her husband was in past! "No! You listen to me...please....that girl we never had any affair....It was just a casual time pass...and some one night stands...she was lying the previous time....she is a...you can say a prostitute... she is...uh I hope you are understanding....it was her who was always after me! And trust me all the girls they were just my friends there is no mingling...It was all before the marriage. Really baby I am sorry....only if I knew I would have angle as a wife I would not have even spared a look at another woman...." Ferris said pulling her more into his arms and kissing her forehead. Tears drops flowed down her eyes.

Valeria said. "My husband does neither," Ferraro said. "You have a husband?" Valeria said. "Twenty-two years," Ferraro said. She sat at the kitchen table. "He is a structural engineer. He is very good at his work and very bad at kitchens and we have organized our life around both facts successfully." She held her coffee. "He is also very patient which is the most important quality in a person married to a prosecutor." "Yes," Valeria said. "I imagine it is."

She tried to stretch her arms but couldn't as he was caging her into his tight grip. She smiled looking on her handsome husband's innocent face .His messy hairs were giving him a hot look.She could watch him sleeping for her whole life but she needed to get up because it was the day when all family members spend the afternoon together.Adam and his wife Sofia also used to join them as they were running their own steel company in Italy to settle down there permanently as Stefano wanted him to stay close. She slowly tried to come out of his grip but he pulled her back on his chest dropping feathery kisses on her shoulder.Her body instantly heated up by his actions but she had to stop him or she

“I bet… Mariah arrived so soon after Raf… and it wasn’t an easy birth.” “No, but she’s half Irish, so she put up a fight and won. I couldn’t be prouder of my amazing wife. But enough about me… hermano. Let’s talk a little about you… I never thought I’d see this day,” Lorenzo de Angelis replied with a snicker. “As I recall well, you always said you’d never get married. You made so much fun of me when I told you I was going to marry Phoebs… Well, ladies and gents, how the mighty have fallen!” Laughing, Lorenzo took a step forward.

“She is married to Enzo Philips now, how do you feel about that?” Saying anything outrageous now will make my business suffer the heat, i have already sacrificed one when I asked the reporters to publish the news about her and now I have to tread carefully. “We have a few things to discuss over dinner” I finally answer, “and that is why i have come here, even Enzo Phillips knows about this. Why? Does it bother the world that an ex husband and wife are working together?” “Do you still have feelings for her?” Another asks me and I clench my teeth in anger.

I say, but she doesn’t respond. “Fenice.” “What are you doing here?” she finally says. “I’m here for my woman and our child.” “I’m not your woman anymore, and I’m not pregnant. I got fat. Go home, Giovanni.” “It’s Tes.” “You’re not my Tes anymore. Go home, please.” “I will always be your Tes, and you will always be my Fenice. I love you, and I want us to raise our baby together.” “I already said I wasn’t pregnant.”

I fiddled with the top mesh layer of my dress as the officiant said whatever the hell he was talking about. I looked over at Vito. He was calm and collected as always. Bastard. A very good looking bastard. I already hated him. "Do you, Gia Azzurra Rizzo take Vito Giovanni Armani to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The officiant's words echoed in my ears, but he seemed so far away. "Gia?" I was pulled out of my reverie by Vito's voice calling my name. Gia. Is that how everybody else said it? I turned to the officiant, shaking the thought out of my head.

They came at me with every question. Angelo sat beside me. Said nothing. His eyes never left me. He had the look of a man at confession. A reporter asked: "Don Ferro, with Ms. Vivian's scandals this large, will your investment be affected?" He rubbed his forehead, tired. "I just want this to be over." Then he straightened, walked up, and gripped my hand. "And then I'm marrying the love of my life. Isabella." Assistant steals starlet's fiancé. Flip the script.