The Don's Renegade Wife
Eight years of a frigid marriage, eight years as the target of Donato Santori’s contempt—the feared Don of Cosa Nostra. For Fiorella, becoming a Santori was a death sentence in life. Blamed by her father for her mother’s death and humiliated by a manipulative sister, she found in her husband only the echo of rejection.
Donato saw her as a shallow, hysterical woman, blinded by Alessa’s lies. What he never knew was that Fiorella’s silence hid deep scars: the grief of mysterious miscarriages he never witnessed.
Now, the contract has ended. The reason? The lack of an heir. Free from her chains, Fiorella vanishes to start anew. But fate holds a secret: she did not leave alone. When Donato finally opens his eyes and decides he cannot live without the woman he neglected, he discovers she carries the future of the mafia in her womb. He wants her forgiveness, but Fiorella only wants distance from the man who shattered her heart.
Rebecca's Second Life
Rebecca Giordano is a young woman from a wealthy family who is completely in love with Leonardo Ferrari, who harbors hatred and antipathy towards her. He is in love with the young Fiorella Moretti, and does everything for the woman without truly knowing who she is. In her past life, Rebecca did everything for Leonardo; everyone in their social circle knew how much she adored him and did everything for him, while he didn't even care for her. They were to be married according to his grandmother's wishes and for mutual business interests. In her previous life, she was neglected by him and ended up dying. However, in this new life, she is reborn and does everything differently, including putting her ex in his rightful place, surprising everyone, including Leonardo.
Goodbye, Daven.
Being married to the love of your life sounds like a dream come true—even if you’re just a stand‑in for their one great love.
Soul’s Unfurl
The sunlight falls differently on my garden these days, softer, more diffused, painting the hibiscus petals with a gentle, aged glow that matches the quiet rhythm of my retired life. I spend my aftern
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Watching over you
The rain always felt heavier on nights she missed him. Mira stood behind the café counter, staring out through the glass as water streaked the world into something softer, quieter… lonelier. “Hey,” Na
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A Letter to the People I Once Shared a Dream With and to the one who left it in my hands
It's been a while. A while since I started seeing all of you differently. I don't know when it exactly happened. I think that's the thing about change. It doesn't knock. It doesn't warn you. It just
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Online Dating
I was just a man living a quiet life Nothing special nothing bright Days passed the same slow and still Until one message changed my will It was you simple and true A small “hello” that I never outgre
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