Widows Of The South Novels & Stories

my mother's voice was ice. "Sofia, are you insane?" Dante didn't lower his weapon. "Isabella is my wife!" "Ex-wife," my mother corrected him. "The moment she was declared dead, your marriage was over." "That was a stunt she pulled!" "Yes, and I arranged it," she admitted. "Because I wouldn't stand by and watch you destroy my daughter." "I never wanted to destroy her!" "Didn't you?" Mom advanced on him. "Leaving her to face a hit alone? Humiliating her in her own home? You call that love?"

He lifted her into his arms, and the frail woman clung to him with all her strength. "I love you, Jared. I love you," she confessed with great pain. "I've always been in love with you, but... this wedding not only ruined my life, but it consumes me. This marriage consumes me, it eats away at me and extinguishes everything in me. Sometimes I think Robert is crazy, and other times I think it's me who's crazy, or both of us. I feel like... my soul is fading with every passing second, as if he were capable of doing that. Who did I marry? Why does he hate me? What did I do to him? How far will this go? I know I'm not in a position to confess that I'm in love with you right now; you're his best fr

I said with emphasis. "What's the difference? It's the samez sweetheart..." Ellie pressed his thumb finger on my cheek. I moved away. Damn it, Ellwood! "Is it true that you're a widow? I thought your husband is abroad?" Alessandra asked. Her eyes were now serious. "Uh, it's a long story..." I uttered slowly. I lowered my head when her eyes narrowed at me. "Unfortunately, her husband died in an accident three years ago..." I inhaled air into my lungs and bit my lips. I swallowed hard at Alessandra's gaze.

Detective Lauren said aloud as she walked away. *** Coco Kaave gave her father the most ceremonious funeral ever recorded in the history of Dirty South. Chief Kaave's casket made and customized in gold, cost over fifty million dollars. She buried her dearest dad on a Sunday morning, in his mansion, in the middle of his garden. The movers and shakers of Dirty South all came present, to pay their last respect to Chief Kaave of Dirty South. His boys and business associates cried and mourned him like the legend he was. New York's very own president came in person to pay his tributes.

"I didn't wait to hear the rest. I turned and walked away. My heart was already dead. There wasn't even any pain left. I led my pup out through the back door. The hinges creaked softly, but no one heard. Behind us, the cheers grew louder, and brilliant fireworks burst across the sky. The ceremony was complete. I could imagine Regulus' expression in that moment. He'd abandoned his wife and pup, even faked his own death, and finally gotten everything he wanted. I kept walking, holding the pup as we left the estate behind. From this moment on, we would never see him again.

As the Donna of the Moretti Family, I paid out of my own pocket to build a high-security school for the children of our fallen members. But the widows repaid me by dragging my name through the media. Worse, they leaked the locations of three safe houses, dealing the Family a devastating blow. They claimed the school was never a benefit at all, but a “hostage camp” where I kept their children to force them to remain loyal to the Family. While Don Lorenzo Moretti was away, they even filed an impeachment motion with the Family Council, demanding that I shut down the school and hand its operating funds directly to them. Fine. I signed the closure order that very day. But the moment the notice

They circled each other like wolves. "Unless..." Cornelius's eyes went wide. "No. That's impossible. You can't be..." "Can't be what?" I asked, confused. Cornelius's face went pale. "The Widow…You're the Widow." "The what?" I looked at Daphne. "What's he talking about?" But Daphne didn't answer. She just smiled. A cold, dangerous smile I'd never seen on her face before. "The Widow is a legend," Cornelius said, answering my hottest curiosity, real fear in his voice now. "A shadow who killed a hundred men in one night. Who could fight ten warriors at once and win. Who retired after…"

The green ribbons represented the clan color of the Waynes, the wealthiest family that ruled the business society in the country. A lady in her late sixties was being held on both sides by two gentleman as they helped her up the slope where the family cemetery was situated. On her right was her only son while her nephew, the son to her younger brother, held her left hand. She sniffed and shivered slightly in the cold and immediately, a young lady with gentle but sorrowful eyes, rushed and placed a shawl around her shoulders.

The twosome left their room looking like a newlywed couple, one simple and cute, the other cold and mysterious. Author’s note: hey y’all, it’s been a while. I would like to inform y’all that devoted to the billionaire widower is coming to an end, we are nearly at the climax. I remembered telling you guys that I would like to end this book in March or early April, from now on the plot will seem rushed so please forgive me, I have another exams coming and two books on the side. Mass release of chapters will begin soon but expect a few from me tomorrow. Thank you all for your understanding and keep showering this book with love.

I weep for the abandoned dinner, for the set table, for the candles extinguished before they even had a chance to live. I weep for this pregnancy barely begun, already rejected. I weep for this belly ignored, denied. For this love I carried alone. I weep for what my sister stole from me. For her words, whispered in my ear like a provocation: "I'm pregnant. By him." And him, Marius, silent, but standing at her side like a trophy she had conquered, a man who would not be returned to me. I weep for my naïveté. I weep for that foolish belief that love is sometimes born of the everyday, that it can grow where nothing was ever sown.