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Elizalde . "Dammit, don't joke like that, Faust." "Why not? You don't know what will happen in the future, Zalde. Why worry? Enjoy the time with your wife. That's the best you could offer. Forget about your revenge, bro. That will result in nothing. I'm taking care of little things as of the moment and training Don. He's not bad after all." I tilted my head back and saw Lizzie coming out of our room. I composed myself and cleared my throat. "I'll catch up with you soon, Faust. My wife is here. I need to go." "Oh really?" I heard him chuckle in the line. "Okay then. Good luck. There's something I want to discuss, but it's not important. I don't want to spoil your honeymoon. See you around, Zalde. Bye, mate!" Straight away, I ended the call and smiled at my wife. She looks fresh, wearing white shorts and summer top clothes. I could hardly take my eyes off her. My brows crossed when my eyes reverted to her breast. Does she even wear her brassiere? "I have my padding," in her defe
Lizzie . Emma sent an email. She accidentally met Snow in the show. It's a long story, but to make it short, Snow confronted her when she didn't pay her respect for a 'hello.' I slightly chuckled. Imagining Emma's face like she's talking in front of me. Her eyes roll, her eyebrows raise, and her flimsy finger dance like an octopus. She's good at copying Snow's mannerisms. 'I will never like her, ever! She's jealous of you, Lizzie. I can sense trouble soon, and I bet my balls! Oh well, too bad I don't have one, so I will bet my ass in public for it!' I shook my head after reading it. Thank goodness this honeymoon will go on for the next ten weeks of my life, and that's more than enough for me not to think about them. I shut my laptop and looked in Elizalde's direction. He's stretching. His solid body gives warm vibes inside me—my eyes caster beautifully his back. How did he manage to keep his body in that position? Absolutely hot. I looked at myself, thinking I was not a fan of
Elizalde . A bit of a surprise, and I have no regrets. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't just go out without giving Lizzie the desire I want. It's legal, we are married, and she's mine. I want to keep it that way. I like to rule over her when it comes to this matter. She can do good on other things, but when it comes to a routine in my system, I can't handle it if I can't do it right. It will keep bugging me for the rest of the day. I don't want that to happen because it will ruin my day. So, before I lose control, I better do this right with a little force. She didn't complain when I kissed her. That was mind-blowing anyway, but I didn't go further because we ran out of time. We arrived at the area a little late. I apologized to Selena a few times, and she's cool about it. It was no longer a surprise to me because I had a feeling the other day that Lizzie would choose this activity. . . to join the feeding program today for the kids, and I was right. It's fun to wa
Lizzie . My eyes were weakly shut while looking at him. I wonder if he feels the same feeling I have now. I like him more, enough to submit myself again to him. It's not about the contract anymore. It does not concern business pleasure because my heart opens its door for him. I failed to protect myself from him. As a result, I was unable to save my heart again. I felt lavishly melted, lying in bed, catching my breath while watching him. My breathing was getting ragged until, finally, he stood there naked like a tall, aroused god. I swallowed hard, and my heart pounded harder. Looking at his arousal made me aware of my own needs, too. He dropped to his knees beside me, and his fingers trailed down my body. He removes all the covers of my body one by one. His eyes never left me while undressing me, and I willingly gave in to his needs. It's not just his needs; we both know we want this. I like this, and I can't help it. Elizalde is like a drug in my system. Even just a single kiss f
Elizalde . It was afternoon when we arrived at the Sorrento part. The travel back to my hometown brings back all the memories of my childhood. It was my Zia Melina who greeted us warmly. She's our place's caretaker and my mother's close first cousin. She dedicated her life here in Sorrento with her family and kids. Although back in the old days, she was given a chance like my mother to explore the world, she chose not to and keep the tradition as it is now. My mother and Zia Lemina have a few similarities regarding their faces. "It's good to see you again, Elizalde. Look at you. You now have a wife and soon a kid," she laughs and hugs Lizzie. The two of them talk as I head in for a warm shower. Zia Melina also prepared our meals, and I am thankful for her. And looking at the two of them happily chatting, I couldn't be happier about what was happening now. The night was quiet after a good meal. I had a good time listening to Zia Melina. Listening to all her stories was always excit
Lizzie . My brow lifted when I saw the blonde girl's arms clung to Elizalde's body like an octopus. She doesn't care if Elizalde has an escort beside him. And to think I'm not just an average escort because I'm his wife! "I didn't expect you to see here today, Zalde! I heard from Miss Madisson that you just arrived with someone. Who's with you?" she asked Elizalde in a strong Italian accent. When she looked at me, the look on her face was like I was a chaperon of Elizalde. Huh, my goodness! This stupid blonde has no idea what she's dealing with. Elizalde cleared his throat. "This is Lizzie, my wife," he introduced me to her. The smile on her face faded, and her eyes widened when our eyes met. However, that didn't stop her weird behavior. Instead, she flicked her hair and strode closer to me. She even looked at me from head to foot repeatedly. "Oh my goodness! Mi dispiace, Lizzie. I'm Meldura." Offering her hand for a handshake. She seems friendly now. "Hmm, so you are a marrie
Lizzie . Doing the same routine each day eases the pain in my legs. My body got used to climbing up and down the hill from Elizalde's residence. I can eat all the foods I like without worrying about how many calories I'll put in. I can quickly burn them by doing these every day. Lovely! I'm not worried about if I get fat. That's fine. But then, I imagine Snow's face laughing like a bully reminds me of how I looked when I was nineteen. I only gained a few kilos back then, but Snow made fun of me, so I did not eat for two days. My father got angry with Snow, and she was put in detention. After that, she never bullied me again. She knows that she will get punished by Dad, even now. Zia Melina cooked three dishes that are Zalde's favorites. Dishes here in Italy have something to do with pasta, pizza, sauces, and herbs. I love the aroma of everything as they do it fresh. I don't know what it is, but Zia Melina's food has a traditional touch that will remind you of your childhood every
Elizalde . The business meeting ended early, as I expected. However, it took me almost a whole day because of the travel. Although Martini was my driver, he works under another firm, where his boss and father are business partners. In short, I attended the meeting at my father's request. Antonio was there, and we had a good chat after the meeting. It was quick, but all in all, I'm happy about the outcome of the deal. Now, my father has started introducing me to his partners abroad, and as much as I don't want to do it, I have been left with no choice. "I'm on my honeymoon, Don. Tell that to the old man," I said in the line. Don chuckled. It looked like he's been having fun with the boys there managing my business. "I already told him. So don't worry. I will keep him busy so you and Lizzie can make up like the old days." I secretly smile, feeling warm at the look of it. I like how things are happening now between Lizzie and me. She's placid as it is and very sweet and loving at
Lizzie . As time passes, everything falls into place for us. Spending time with Elizalde and our loved ones has been an absolute joy. It's a fact that things are constantly evolving and changing, but these changes work out in our favour. It's partially true that your life will turn into what you want in a good way. You must let go of the people who bring negativity to your life. You don't want them to ruin you. My father has settled his way back to where he wanted. He doesn't wants me to get worried about him. He wants to go around the globe and enjoy his retirement. I heard from Don that he is now in a property somewhere closer to home. I'm okay with it as long as he is happy. Elizalde and I settled really well here in Shepperton. Although the weather is cold in Winter, we tend to escape the frosty season and stay somewhere on the Gold Coast. We bought a small property not so close to the beach but within walking distance. Elizalde's mother was doing well after her chemotherapy.
Lizzie . I couldn't believe it. We are in Italy! "Come on, Lizzie. Don't give me that look, love." Elizalde chuckled and grabbed my hand. It's not that I don't like this. But I am thankful for the little changes. It was right at the immigration board that I realised that we were not boarding to Australia. We are going to Italy, spend a few weeks there and then move to Australia. I didn't sleep well all the way here as I couldn't believe it. The food was good inside the aircraft, but I crave the foods I miss. "Can we stop at the La El Merita?" I can't hide my excitement. It's a local restaurant closer to where Elizalde's place. I love every dish on their menus. "Sure, love. Let's get home first, and Rhys will grab and order it for us." "Okay." I nodded and waited patiently. Travelling from the city primary down to Sorrento shorts was pretty decent. But when we started walking up to Elizalde's house on an inclined surface, I felt the weight was on me. "This is not good for pr
Lizzie's POV . My brows furrowed, and my lips twisted in dismay after hearing Snow's interview. She was obviously jealous, but at least she didn't criticise us in front of the reporters. It was a forced smile like she was holding a grudge against me. The backlash of comments online about why we didn't invite Snow and her mother was harsh. But others understand the situation as it was a surprise. A lot of people noticed, too, that my father wasn't around with my Stepmother. It made me realise that their divorce wasn't publicly announced, and now the public is digging again like scavengers in our life. "Oh, God! When are they going to leave you in peace!" Emma flicked her hair behind her shoulder and shook a head. She made some cheesecake for me, which I love to eat at the moment. Now that Emma is here, the house smells good because of her baking expertise. Tomorrow night is our flight, and Elizalde is at his mother's place, fixing some stuff as his mother asked him to do somethi
Lizzie's POV . "Please look after my little furry baby for me, Emma." I squeezed my cat's face and kissed him. My life has turned into a full degree without my cat's knowledge. And bet unknown to my aging and aloof feline companion. I can almost hear him muttering whenever he casts a disdainful gaze. 'What the heck, Lizzie! Get over and get them, gurl!' The threatening look that could kill a bird but can't catch them. "You don't have to remind me that. Your cat will only come to me for a treat." She pouted, looking at the furry being beside her. Emma will be staying at our residence for the time being. This is what Elizalde and I had decided. No one will be looking after our place as we are going overseas. Don temporarily occupies Elizalde's penthouse, and Emma will stay in our house. It's good, anyway. This will save Emma money from renting. "Just keep everything tidy, and water all the plants around the garden." I pressed my lips together. "Okay. No problem. The gardener can
Elizalde's POV . "Please watch over your mother and little sibling inside Mommy's tummy, baby. I love you to the moon and back, sweetheart." A guttering pain pierced inside my chest is buried deep inside me. And no matter how hard I try to calm my senses, there's no way I can get it out of me. I gritted my teeth, trying to control the tears not to fall. Lizzie smiled slightly like an angel, and her eyes were shut while offering a small prayer. It hurts like hell. A type of feeling that covered the whole of me. I felt guilty, broken and useless at times like this. There's no point in talking to the Gods because I can never return what I have lost. "I wonder if we are having a boy or a girl?" Lizzie's eyes beamed with excitement. She's now facing me, and her lips pouted. "It doesn't matter what it is, love. A girl or a boy. I want it to resemble you." I tucked her hair back to her ear, and she giggled slightly. "Oh? But I want it to look like you. If it's a girl, then she will
Lizzie's POV . "This is not you, Lizzie, my dearie. I'm sorry if Snow and I have caused you a lot of trouble in the past. I know it's hard for you to believe me, but I love you as my daughter. What happened to your father and me was hard to explain. I-I love him, and I want to be with him. But -" "But Dad had enough of you," I cut her off. "I'm sorry, but I can no longer help you. You have to talk to Elizalde and not to me. I don't have the right for this. And if I do, I will not help you either. Just be thankful that Elizalde didn't put you behind bars. That would be more embarrassing to your friends." I avoided eye contact and walked away. She called my name repeatedly, but I had nothing to say to her anymore. Emma was smiling while waiting for me outside the car. Next to her is Elizalde's driver, Mr Kim, our chaperon for today. "Thank goodness you came back okay. I was about to get inside, you know." She sat down beside me as soon as I got inside the car. The car started. "D
Elizalde's POV . Meet me outside the garden, in front of the fountain. I have something to tell you. Wear your best smile, okay? Please don't ruin my mood, or you will get something else. Lizzie. . I slightly shook my head and chuckled a little bit. I folded the little paper she gave me earlier. I knew that it was a letter. But then, what really made me smile was the drawing that came with the message. It's a drawing of two hearts engraved on the sandy beach. There's a saying in the background that says: Love will keep us alive through eternity. The penmanship surrounding it was way back when she was only secondary, and I was at college. I was crazy with her at that time, in love and stupid. She was my world, and I couldn't live a single day without her. And even now, Lizzie is still my everything. I hurriedly walked towards the garden. That's where she wants to see me. She's probably waiting there for me. I was right. She's standing on her back while adoring the fountain's li
Elizalde's POV . I was taken aback when Emma messaged me, and for a brief moment, I felt as though my soul had left my body. Despite this, I immediately stepped down from the board of directors meeting. The safety and well-being of Lizzie are of the utmost importance to me, and I cannot forgive myself if anything were to happen to her. I was extremely concerned and anxious. "I'll discuss it with you tomorrow, Zalde." Don sighed in the line, and I gritted my teeth. "Thanks for that, man. See you soon. Bye." After concluding the call, I resumed driving. Lizzie remained silent by my side throughout the journey. I stole a glance at her and noticed her stillness. Her gaze was fixated on the road, mirroring my own. I will discuss this matter once we reach home. I held the car door open for her and silently led her to the kitchen. Once there, she started up the coffee machine with the intention of making a cup for me. I rested my body against the counter and held my arms together unde
Lizzie’s POV . “Thank you for coming, Lizzie. I didn’t expect you would show up.” Kristoff formally stood up and offered the chair to me. I sat down and smiled a little bit at him. “I’ve ordered your favourite drink.” As I gazed upon it, I realised it was no longer my preferred choice of drink. I motioned towards one of the staff members stationed nearby, and she promptly acknowledged my signal. “Can I have a fresh orange juice, please? Thank you.” The staff nodded and trailed off. Kristoff cleared his throat while looking at the drink he had ordered for me. “Sorry, Kristoff, I can no longer consume strong coffee blends. I am only permitted to have decaf, and I already had one cup this morning. I cannot handle another one.” He sighed and nodded a little. “That’s alright. I’m sorry. I forgot that you are pregnant. My bad,” he smiled, trying to act cool about it. But the truth? I know Kristoff is confused and guilty about what happened to us. He made several attempts to contact