Tiziano Ferro Husband Novels & Stories

“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.

What did I do wrong. Even I have shown devotion as his mother's wife and daughter-in-law. "Hopefully it will last forever and be happy in the hereafter," said sis Imar congratulating her new brother and sister-in-law. Like newlyweds. The faces of my husband and his new wife are like two people who are in love until they bloom. Age did not prevent his desire to have a new wife. "Amen, thank you, Ma'am, Tuti must be a good wife and can give me male offspring," answered Mas Feri while looking at his new wife.

“Well,I guess that’s how my life’s meant to be.I just can’t bear to be away from Enzo anymore so we had to get married officially.Plus,we have a daughter.” “Awwn.”Jasmine cooed and then something occurred to her.”Enzo as in Vincenzo or Lorenzo.” “Lorenzo.My husband is Lorenzo Martini.” Jasmine’s jaw dropped to the floor.”You’re married to Lorenzo Martini?!” Fabiola rolled her temper.”Yeah,I guess there’s literally no one who doesn’t know him.” “Of course I do.I mean,he’s quite a popular businessman.And I was thinking of how familiar you looked when I saw you just now,my gosh!I watched your wedding ceremony on TV,it was grand,it was epic, like a wedding of the century.”

Then, they both prostrated before me fanatically and thanked me. But I cut them off. “Not only do I forgive you, but I’ll also grant your wishes.” When I said that, all four members of the Ferrero family stared at me in confusion. I took a document that one of our men had brought to me and stared back at them with a smile. “I hired a private investigator, who found out that Isabella and Davide have been sleeping together. When Mr. Ferrero found out about them, he wanted to kick Isabella out.”

“You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?” Hearing her concern, I froze for a moment. Marco really did have an overwhelming possessiveness toward me. We grew up together. The Vitale family was always busy with mafia affairs, and the previous Don raised Marco by his side. However, no matter how chaotic things got, Marco always made time to see me. As I was a light sleeper by nature, he searched the entire world for bedding, personally testing everything just to

“Well?” He extends his hand. “Tiziano Ferretti.” Ferretti. I look at his hand before taking a sip of my drink. “Well, I see the new Mrs. Di Sante has heard of our family.” He drops his hand. I place the glass on the bar and look at him intently.

The old man laughed loudly and slapped Steffano’s shoulder before pulling him into a half-hug. They looked genuinely close. Steffano laughed too—openly, sincerely. But the older man’s smile slowly faded when his eyes shifted to me. He adjusted his glasses, squinting like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “O-Olivia?” he said slowly. “Is that really you?” Before I could react, Steffano stepped closer to me. His hand slid down and intertwined with mine. “Ferdi,” he said calmly, “this is Olivia. My wife.”