Tiziano Ferro Husband Novels & Stories

I even saw rose petals scattered across the bed in the last picture. How romantic and thoughtful of him. If I had been foolish enough to question him, he would've said the caption was about friendship or rebuked me for being jealous of Yasmine. Eanes and I had been married for three years. Yet, not once had he ever made our relationship public. Now, not only was he spending our anniversary with another woman, but he was doing so in the most public way possible and declaring his love for her. Clenching my phone, I let out a bitter laugh. As I laughed, I suddenly made up my mind. I liked, commented, and shared his tweet, wishing them a wonderful time together.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

The Ferri family had a son. Marco delivered the intelligence on Tuesday morning — a full profile assembled with the speed of someone who understood that time was the constraint and had worked accordingly. Alessandro Ferri had died in nineteen seventy-eight, fifteen years after the agreement, leaving behind a wife and one son. The son — Matteo Ferri — was now sixty-one years old. He lived in Milan. He ran a modest import business that had been his father's and was legitimate and unremarkable in every way except that it had survived three generations in a city where businesses like it usually did not.

Stefano closed his eyes briefly, tension flickering across his face. His brother. Tiziana’s husband. The man who had died and left both of them drowning in the same grief, reaching for each other without realizing how deep they had already sunk. “I’ll send a car,” Stefano said, his voice softening. “You won’t have to stay there tonight.” “What if she comes after me again?” Tiziana asked quietly, her voice dropping just enough to sound afraid. “I know she’s your wife, but…” “She’s not going to do anything.” He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “She’s pregnant. Hormones make women erratic. As long as you don’t provoke her, she won’t—”

💖 prologue 💖 She felt his lips nipping her neck driving her crazy and she moaned softly. “, please don’t”, she whispered unable to find her voice. “ I can’t……. you drive me crazy”, he said” I must have you Cassie I must”,😘 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋 Meet Cassandra reis married to Domingo Salvador a rich businessman with investment scattered all over. But if anyone told her she would cheat on her husband who she loves with a handsome stranger she would probably trim his head off.

She smiled, shaking her head. "He doesn't like the name, but Lorenzo shouldn't hide things from his husband." Louis tilted his head, playing along. "He is quite closed off. He hardly tells me anything." Gia hit Lorenzo's arm. "How could you treat your husband like that?" Lorenzo's jaw tightened. She mentioned Serafina's name again, and something in Lorenzo cracked.

" Okay! But I didn't know that Mr Fernandez hugged his assistant like this. Please keep your -" " She is my wife!" He glares at Taylor, giving a heart attack to Juliette who immediately turns red with wide eyes. " So, be careful with your words. I don't want anyone thinking you are hitting on my wife!" He coldly declares, " Wife? Are you married?" Taylor looks at her with a sad face. " She is..." He shows their couple rings and... Cupping her face, he presses his lips against her, right in the middle of the restaurant..." Now you know, right?"

We are both laying on the sofa. My eyes flutter from her question. "Well... I don't---" I hold up my thought. I can't be with her. She is already someone's wife and of all the people it's the actor that I loved so much. "No, I can't. No... Why did I allow this? This is a mistake." I flinch when she picked up a strand of my hair. "I'm sorry so sorry you have to be in this awkward situation... Since I'm a married woman." She finally broke the silence.

She frowned and asked, "So, you're working for Cavalieri?" Carlo shook his head, his expression complicated. "No, I’m part of the Ferretti family. I was born in the U.S. Leonardo Ferretti is my father. Like I said, it’s a long story. Three years ago, he was shot by a rival and ended up in the hospital." He paused, taking the empty glass from Lyla's hand, then walked back to the table to pour himself another drink. This time, he used her glass, taking a long, hard swig as if trying to suppress the emotions threatening to surface.

As the wife of the Don, I never imagined my husband would lock our own daughter in an icehouse and freeze her to death, all because he suspected I'd kidnapped his mistress's sons. It started the day before. I found out that my husband, Alessio Moretti, the boss of the Moretti family, had twin bastard sons. Rage, pure and hot, blinded me. I snatched the photos from the private investigator and stormed into his study. "Your whore gave you twins?" I didn't bother knocking, just slammed the photos onto his desk.