Under The Tuscan Sun Novel Novels & Stories

We had arrived at the restaurant after a very long drive. A very long drive where the Luciano Martini couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. My plan worked. He thought he was being slick but anyone could spot those little glances he’d make or maybe the only reason I’d noticed is because I too had been giving him mini glances…

"My men, are not collateral damage. They are my family. Massimo was my family, and you would pay. For everything. For my Nonna. For what you did to my wife, for all you did to your poor daughter. For what you did to Massimo, and for what you did to Bella. For all your crimes against the Russo family." "Oh please!" He waved off my words. "You talk so boldly for a man who is about to die and be dumped in the sea!" He chuckled, hoping to elicit fear in me, but it didn't even faze me one bit. "And about Bella, I didn't want her dead. Tawan did. The fool almost jeopardized my plans by wanting so badly to inflict revenge on the pregnant hottie. I almost got caught because of his lack of patience.

When the plane lands, Alessandro and Lisa walk out of the plane. "Are we in Hawaii?" Lisa asks Alessandro. “Yes, I remember it was on the list you gave me when we went on honeymoon.” Alessandro smiles. "Wow, I'm sincerely grateful," Lisa expresses with genuine appreciation. They walk to a waiting car, and Alessandro tells the driver where to take them. It's half past two in the morning. Lisa looks out of the window and notices how beautiful everything looks, even if it is dark. The car stops in front of a huge house. Alessandro opened the door for her, then went to the driver and paid him.

Chapter 28 — When God's bleed The vineyards stretched across the Tuscan countryside like a hidden paradise. The air smelled of fermented grapes and sun-drenched soil. Giovanni stood at the top of the hill, overlooking his estate. His suit was smeared with blood, his lip split from where I’d hit him earlier. But he smiled. “The devil’s seat,” he murmured. “Still warm.” His fingers brushed across a scar on his neck—a souvenir from the last war.

That explained his frown and why he turned down Sergio's request to escort me to Tobias' house for the interview. The car that had brought me pulled up in front of a large, modern chateau that matched Tobias' aesthetics. It was challenging to read him. From my research, he was extremely private and uptight. The news of his anniversary a few weeks ago had come as a shock to everyone, and within hours, it had vanished as if it were an error. The underground cyber team of the Abyss had that information up their sleeves, making access relatively easy. His wife, Gianna Whitlock. The name sounded familiar—too familiar—but I brushed the thought aside.

AURÉLIE Four months in our Tuscan palace, and my love for Lorenzo is a visceral addiction—his salty skin against mine, his musky scent, the burn of his cock filling me to the soul. Every day, I live for these moments: managing the house, spending wildly on Umbrian truffles, vintage wines from our vines, silk fabrics for our sheets. Naked under an apron, I prepare his feast: creamy risotto with finely grated black truffles, seared rare duck breast, tiramisu soaked in mascarpone and Marsala. The air saturates with earthy, sweet aromas. My belly is rounding—three months pregnant, positive test yesterday, a burning secret to reveal to him tonight. My breasts are heavier, sensitive, dark erect ni

Black SUVs glide through the city like shadows, escorting me and the girls away from Florence. I sit between Vincenzo, Nico, and Riccardo, my daughters bundled against my chest, their breaths soft and steady. As the city lights fade behind us, I press a kiss to each tiny forehead. “This isn’t running,” I whisper to them. “This is surviving.” The road stretches ahead. And somewhere beyond it….Belliago waits. Waiting for my kids and I. And I just know it's just a matter of time before I return to Florence with my kids, stronger and more powerful.

“That’s your final decision?” he asked, talking like he didn’t just shit all over his brother’s memory. I’d be lying if I said I weren’t upset I had to give everything up. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t annoyed with Damien for getting mixed up in this. Nothing about it was fair. But nonetheless, I knew my answer. “Yes.” Tuscany was a large place. For hundreds of miles, there were small villages, wine estates, and countryside. It extended all the way to the west until you reached the sea. It was easy to hide in the beauty, to disappear off the face of the earth.

Delia Italy was supposed to be a dream. We landed in Florence as the sun was beginning to dip behind the rolling hills of Tuscany, painting everything in shades of burnt orange and deep violet. Leandro’s estate was a sprawling stone villa perched on a cliffside, surrounded by olive groves and rows of grapes that seemed to stretch into eternity. But as I stepped onto the balcony of my room, the scent of lavender and ancient earth did nothing to calm the storm in my chest. All I could think about was the man back in that cold mansion, sweating through a fever I had helped cause.

JULIA The sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the Lucchesi manor, warm and soft. For once, I didn’t feel the usual weight pressing down on my chest. I stretched, yawning, and glanced at Phoebe, who was humming in the kitchen as she set down breakfast. It smelled of fresh pastries and something sweet I didn’t recognize. Marcus’ suggestion, apparently. She looked up, eyes twinkling. “You’re actually up before noon,” she teased, placing a cup of coffee in front of me.