Tiziano Ferro Husband Novels & Stories

"If you want to sleep with her, just do it. Why did you go so far to marry her?" I clenched my fist while saying, "It's my life to make decisions. I can do whatever I want with it. If you're going to speak about her then I'm leaving." "I heard that you're beating the shit of people who bump into her. Did you like her after sleeping with her? George, you're not some teenager who can sleep around and create chaos over his girlfriend. You're the CEO, you know how to behave. I don't have to remind you that. If I heard our family's name in the paparazzi because of you, I won't hesitate to disown you from our family."

Alfred disappeared for three months. Refused to answer my calls or reply my messages. I later found out he had blacklisted me. On the last day of the third month, I agreed to Cedric Miller's proposal after a second thought. Cedric thanked me sincerely with a smile in his wheelchair. "Miss Jones, it's my honor to take you as my wife. Never hesitate to tell me if you have any requests for the wedding. I'll do my best." On the wall was a huge ring in the ad.

“No I'm not the Capo dei Capi here, I'm just Enzo Valenti, your husband.” “Well, my husband has responsibilities that occupy his time.” “Well, your husband,” he counters. “Couldn't care less about responsibilities or anything concerning la familia, he just wants you, Mrs Valenti. For the next two days, you're his priority.” “Lucky me,” I lean into his touch. “Mr Valenti is clearing his schedule for me. Who would have thought.”

I repeat, slower, sharper, “have you given a fuck about how I feel?” He flinches—barely, but I catch it. His jaw tightens. His eyes soften, then harden, then soften again, like he’s fighting with himself. “Since forever,” he says quietly. “You’re my wife.” “On paper.” My voice stays steady even though my chest feels anything but. “I’m your wife on paper, Felix.” His gaze drops for half a second, and in that tiny lapse I see everything he never says—guilt, confusion, something dangerously close to wanting.

She was the ex-wife of Edward, after all. Alexia’s last name was Rivas and Mr. Ferrero’s last name was Ferrero. Now, Alexia is holding Mrs. Ferrero’s arm. Taking a closer look, he found that Alexia’s look was about 80% similar to Mrs. Ferrero. Mr. Bright’s shock was inevitable but he didn’t show it on his face. He could only understand that they were relatives and a close one at that. But he couldn’t believe it without asking, “Mr. Ferrero, is this your daughter?”

"Dude, it's almost ten. In no universe is this early. Unless you didn't plan to get out of bed at all." I crashed into a sofa while Justin went on. "And I did text you, multiple times! Did you even check your phone?" As if to call me out, my phone buzzed with a notification only a foot away from me. Justin gave me a look. I made my eyes look somewhere else. I cleared my throat. Justin chuckled, taking a seat on the other end of the round sofa. "I'm sorry I missed your wedding," he said. "You know how work is. But Sylvester Harmony's granddaughter? Nice! Where is your wife anyway?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The birds were chirping, the early morning sun peeped through the small gaps in the curtain, which indicated it was a new day. Yesterday passed away in a blur, the fitters came to take my measurements for the wedding gown. Today was the day of the wedding and according to Papa, it was going to be a small wedding. The wedding served as a glue to the alliance. The stylist barged into the room with two girls and a Maid hot on his tails. “ Get up beautiful, it's your wedding day,” “ My name is Alfredo and I'm your stylist” he said enthusiastically drawing the curtains and the room was filled with light.