Under The Tuscan Sun Audiobook Novels & Stories

She picked up her pen and returned to her notes with the composure of someone who had gotten what she came for, and I looked back at my own page and tried to remember what I had been reading before she sat down and failed completely. Outside the library windows the city moved through its grey Thursday morning. Lectures at two. A text from Tiziano about a call he needed to make to his father regarding the wedding timeline. A message from Silvano that had arrived at some point during the past hour that I hadn't answered yet — three words, characteristically sparse. Luca found something. I looked at the message and felt the familiar shift in my chest — that pull, that recalibration, the way my

Sunlight bathed the private terrace in warm gold. The view stretched across rolling Sicilian hills down to the distant sea, beautiful enough to feel like a cruel joke. Adrian sat at the heavy iron table wearing the clothes Luca had given him. The soft gray sweatpants and white t-shirt felt too intimate against his skin after what happened in the shower. Luca sat across from him, relaxed and powerful in his black button down. He watched Adrian with those icy gray eyes while a servant placed plates of food between them: fresh fruit, warm bread, eggs, and cured meats. The servant disappeared quickly, leaving them alone.

“You say that like any of us had a choice.” “You didn’t,” Harley replies. “You still don’t,” Gavin adds. I huff out a quiet laugh, my cheeks warming under the weight of their attention. “Wow,” I murmured. “You’re all very intense this early in the morning.” “Early?” Luca pushes himself up onto his elbows, glancing toward the window. “Tesoro, it’s practically midday.” “That explains why I feel like I got hit by a truck.” Harley’s arm tightens slightly around me. “You did.”

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

Ella’s POV The irony of Tuscany is that it is too beautiful for a tragedy. The air smelled of rosemary and ancient dust, and the sun set in a bruised, golden hue over the rolling vineyards of the Villa Elena. We had been there for only forty-eight hours—forty-eight hours of breathing air that didn't taste like corporate greed.

POV RUBY The Tuscan sun was a golden weight against the terracotta tiles of our villa, a heat so pure it felt like it could cauterize the wounds of the past six months. We had chosen a life of quiet anonymity, tucked away in the rolling hills of Val d’Orcia, where the only sounds were the rustle of olive groves and the distant chime of church bells. To the world, Gianna and Alessandro Rossi were just another wealthy couple enjoying an early retirement. To us, we were two survivors of a war that the world didn't even know had been fought.

Tuscan Arrival Sandro returned from Sicily sooner than expected, thirty-six tense hours after he’d left. He found Elena pale and withdrawn in the penthouse, the burner phone hidden again, the weight of Luca’s betrayal video burning behind her eyes. She hadn’t confronted him. Not yet. The words stuck in her throat, tangled with fear and the fragile hope they had begun rebuilding. When he announced they were leaving immediately for Tuscany, “honeymoon optics for the European families”she went without argument. Anything to escape the suffocating walls where every shadow now whispered of treason.

Juliana's smile widened, a glint of victory in her eyes. The next day, as Chester and Seth kept Juliana company, a shrill ringtone sliced through the air. Chester's heart clenched without warning. The moment the call connected, a mafia goon's voice, laced with panic, blurted out, "Mr. Kane, we've got a huge problem! At an old factory just outside town, they found a dead woman, her uterus missing, and she's got a birthmark on her arm just like Miss Tania's!"

He didn’t deserve a girlfriend who let her mind wander the moment a sexy stranger appeared. “You will not speak to me like that,” I warned, “or I’ll have my dad replace all of you with people who actually listen. Don’t test me.” The man in the front seat reached into his jacket for something, but the one beside me barked a short command in Italian. Whatever he said made the driver freeze, then slowly return his hand to the steering wheel. I rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of it all. What was this? The Godfather reboot? “Just drive me to Boccini University already,” I huffed, leaning my head on the window.

I curled up on the plush velvet chaise lounge near the grand bay window, a heavy textbook open on my lap. Around four in the afternoon, the heavy oak doors of the library creaked open. "Well, look who’s hiding in the sanctuary," Luca’s voice broke the silence. He looked slightly disheveled, his tie loosened as he walked in, tossing a sleek satellite phone onto the small table beside my chaise. "I just got back, and someone has been burning a hole through my line since I crossed the gate." I sat up, my heart doing a sudden, violent flip. "Dante?"