Romans & histoires You Make Me Promises Promises

“Dante, I know we’ll do what Dario wants you to do. But if we go to my house, promise me that you won’t leave me there.” He slapped his fist against his chest. “You have my sworn promise.” Swallowing, I nodded. “I trust you.”

I'd jumped up to give him a big hug, giggling in his ear: "Meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me." He'd hugged me back so tight I could barely breathe. "Meeting you was my blessing. I promise I'll make lots of money in the future and make you the happiest person alive!" Now I walked aimlessly through the snow, thinking how ridiculous those sweet memories and promises seemed. He had plenty of money now, but instead of keeping his promise, he'd transferred all that affection to his mistress.

Did you lose your memories? [Show us what the mistress looks like!]

I couldn't see his expression since I was deep down into my memory lane to notice his tender gaze. "You know, we'd promised each other that we'd marry when we were old. It might sound silly for you but I'd actually held onto that promise for the most part of my life." I smiled ruefully, feeling that familiar ache burn in my chest that came everytime I thought of him. What I didn't tell Adrian was that some part of me was still holding onto that promise, and some part of me was still upset that I broke the other promise. That often left me confused because I liked Adrian kissing me. I scolded myself for thinking like a wanton woman and shook off my thoughts. For a moment, I wondered if he sti

“You still there?” “Yeah.” She sighed disgruntled by my choice. “I just don’t want you to waste one of the best times of your life.” “I’m not Becca. I promise. And when we graduate and I move out west to be with you then I’ll let you play matchmaker for me, deal?” “Do you promise?” she asked questionably. And as much as I wanted to take back my offer I knew if I was ever going to let her drop this I couldn’t.

That man came to me for nothing, even when I tried to concentrate. “Little brother... Little brother... I wake up, returning to earth and look at my little one. —Thinking about what? I stop for a few seconds, confused, not knowing what to say. “Thinking about the next piece we're going to add glitter to. “Oh, I know... You've been walking on the moon since yesterday... “Of course not, sister. “Come on, yesterday we watched an animation and you spent most of the time distracted. “Ah, forgive me, my love. “I hug her and give her a kiss; she is my treasure. “I promise I'll pay more attention.

He took the last sip from his glass. "Don't get your hopes up, servant. You'll only be my fake fiancée through a legally binding contract you'll sign as part of the deal," he stated with a firm and persuasive tone, his eyes searching hers intently. "As a reward, every now and then, I'll offer you a generous sum of money that you can use as you see fit."

A fortune-teller once told me that in the seventh year of my marriage, my husband would abandon me and fall in love with someone else. Back then, Mario Brasco, still young and hot-headed, kicked the fortune-teller's table over and snapped, "Nonsense! I would never do anything to betray Alessia." Years later, he became the Don whose name alone made others tremble. Yet to me, he was the man who loved me to the bone, who couldn't bear to see even a frown on my face.

Did she really think that the world should revolve around her? I replied, "Ms. Black, if you need anything, you should go to your dear husband, Leonard. I'm just an outsider. I have no obligation to clean up your mess." It suddenly dawned on her, and a flicker of realization crossed her face. "Is it status that you care about? I'll think about it after I give birth, but you must promise not to make it public. I don't want to upset Leo." I stared at her, pausing between each word. "I'll say it again. Leave. Don't let me see you again. I don't want to remarry you. Never in this lifetime."