Italianhero Stories

At fourteen, Kenya Carter said goodbye to her best friend, first love, and the boy she thought would be part of every future she imagined. When Matteo Marchesi's family moved back to Milan, an ocean separated them, and fifteen years passed without a word. Now Kenya has built a quiet life in Charleston, caring for others and trying to figure out what comes next. Matteo has become the CEO of his family's luxury yacht company, with a carefully planned future of his own. Then one stubborn, meddling Italian grandmother brings them back into each other's orbit. Between old photographs, handwritten recipes, family traditions, and three unforgettable Christmases, Kenya and Matteo discover that some love stories do not end when people say goodbye. Sometimes, they simply wait for the right season to begin again.

Two men...One Woman. A fake engagement. What could go wrong? To get his hands on his family's wine company which his sister wants to indefinitely displace him from. Leonardo pulls the biggest trick ever coming home with a fake fiance to prove to his family he was finally becoming the responsible man they wanted him to be. But there was one tiny flaw in his little put-together plan, he was starting to fall for his fake fiance, a petite blond with a certain love interest who poses as a problem for him. Can Leonardo sway her head with the other man lurking in the background? And what happens when there is a baby in the mix?

"Stay close, piccola... or I'll burn this whole city just to find you."

𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗰𝘆. When 𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 leaves Udaipur for Oxford, she carries heartbreak wrapped in grace; and a promise to never let love ruin her again. Then comes 𝒁𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊. Italy's quiet, powerful heir. A man shaped by discipline, legacy, and dangerous patience. He was never meant to be her peace. She was never meant to be his weakness. But beneath Oxford skies, in rain-soaked silences and stolen moments, two guarded hearts begin rewriting everything they thought they knew about love. Because some stories are not written in ink. They are written in rain.