*Willow’s POV***I wake up warm, wrapped in Luciano's strong arms. I raise my head and look up at his chiseled, handsome face, and smile. The thought of waking up to this every morning is bliss.I cuddle closer, indulging and tracing my hands on his face. Yesterday was everything to me, and the memory of our sex was enough to make me want it again this morning."Hey, beautiful," he whispers, drawing me even closer, his lips finding mine and he kisses me softly. I raise my head feeling shy and kiss him back. "Yes," I answer. “How was your night” he asks and I turn red. “Oh…it was” I start to say and he grins. “You’re blushing” he points out. I cover my cheeks in embarrassment smiling too."I'll get you warm milk," he says, taking his hands off me momentarily. I smile, wrapping myself in the cozy duvet as he heads out.He comes back with a warm mug, and hands it to me along with an envelope. I frown a bit wondering where he got it from."What's this?" I ask, accepting the envelope,
willow forced politeness masked my turmoil as I struggled to find words. "Beth? It's been a while," I managed to say, though my tone betrayed the lingering pain. "I know I messed up, but I needed to see you. Can we talk?" She uttered. The internal conflict within me intensified. My desire for closure warred with the lingering hurt. Part of me wanted to return inside and slam the door shut, shutting out the painful memories, while another part yearned for an explanation from her. At least, just to hear what the bitch would say. "Talk about what? Answer me, talk about what exactly?" My eyes narrowed while my voice taut with suppressed anger. "I'm really sorry, and I'm here to ask for your forgiveness. Please, kindly find a space in your heart to forgive me." "Forgive you? Do you have any idea what you did, Beth? You betrayed not only our friendship but my trust." "Willow, I messed up. I never meant to hurt you. I can't change the past, but I need you to understand how sorry I am
WILLOW'S POVBefore I and Luciano left my parents' home, I had a conversation with my parents. Dad let me know he has accepted Luciano wholeheartedly."Willow," he began. " I can see you love your husband so much and you really want to be with him. From my discussion with him, he seems to be a good one."His words resonated, reaching the depths of my heart as he continued, "I've come to know Luciano, and I've accepted him wholeheartedly. But I want you to know that love is not just about embracing the person, but also about embracing their journey, their dreams, and their flaws. It's about learning and growing together."A pause lingered in the air, allowing his words to settle, before he added, "Treat him with kindness, my dear. In the ebb and flow of life, kindness is a beacon that illuminates even the darkest corners of the heart. Learn to communicate openly. If he ever tries to hurt you in extreme wats, don't cease to inform me, please."In that moment, mum entered with a tray of
The next day, my parents requested that Luciano and I join them for a discussion. I was informed over a call."Hope nothing is wrong?" I asked, as the summons left me curious and a bit apprehensive."Of course, there isn't. We only want to discuss an important issue with you both." my parents assured me that it was nothing alarming. With a sense of curiosity tinged with mild concern, I informed Luciano about it and he agreed to accompany me since both our presence was required.Getting there, we all settled into the living room. My parents exchanged glances before my father spoke up after a brief moment of silence."Willow, Luciano, thank you for coming. We wanted to talk about something that's been on our minds."Luciano and I exchanged a glance with the same curious expression in our eyes."Of course, Dad. What's on your mind?" I inquired, my gaze shifting between my parents.My mother spoke with a mild tone."Before I dive into what we're here to talk about, I'll say this first. I
WILLOW'S POVIt's been a week since Mum and Dad sat I and Luciano down to discuss the handover of the family company. The weight of responsibility hung in the air as Luciano and I took note of the details.Today marks the procedures of that conversation, the day of the handover ceremony – a moment both anticipated and surreal.Standing here, amidst the grandeur of the company premises, I can't help but feel a mix of emotions. The handover ceremony is being carried out just as planned. Mom and Dad, now officially retired, look on with a blend of pride and nostalgia.Luciano stands by my side, his reassuring presence around me. The responsibility of leading the family business is a shared burden, but one we willingly carry. The handover ceremony is not just a transfer of authority; it's a legacy entrusted to us.The speeches, the applause, and the congratulatory embraces create a backdrop to this pivotal moment. I glance at Luciano, his eyes reflecting a shared commitment.The office bu
WILLOW'S POVThe morning sun streams through the curtains, I waje up with an inexplicable sense of joy. The soft warmth of the blankets cling to me, and a gentle breeze play with the curtains. I stretch my body, feeling the day ahead hold promises of happiness. Glancing at the clock, I realize it is still early, and I decide to start the day by sharing my positive energy with my husband.I tiptoe into the room where Luciano was hunched over his laptop, deeply engrossed in his work. The soft tapping of the keys fill the room, but I can see the furrowed brow that hinted at the concentration he was putting into whatever project he was working on."Good morning, Luci," I greet, trying not to disturb the rhythm of his typing. He looks up at me, a hint of surprise in his eyes, followed by a warm smile."Hey there, early bird," he replies, closing the laptop with a deliberate click. "What's got you in such a good mood?"I walk over and perch on the edge of the desk, giving him a quick peck o
WILLOW'S POVLuciano's proposal to take our relationship to the next level echoes in my mind as we sit down discussing the prospect of heading to court that day to initiate and finalize the marriage processes. The air is charged with a mix of excitement and anticipation as we talked on about different things."Why don't you get prepared?" Luciano pecks my right cheek."Why? I'm prepared for work already.""I'm not talking about that. Today's the day," he says, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Are you ready for this?"I take a deep breath, feeling a blend of nervousness and joy. "It's surreal, isn't it? From a contract to this. But it feels right. I'm ready, Luciano.""I never imagined when we started this journey that it would lead us here. But every step felt natural, and now, taking this step together feels like the most natural thing in the world." He reaches across the table, his hand finding mine."We've come a long way, haven't we? And I wouldn't have it any other way."
WILLOW'S POVWaking up low spirited the next day, I sense a lingering unease which is very unusual. Given my actions the previous day with Luciano I shouldn't be feeling this way. The court proceedings about our marriage was enough reason for me to be happy and feel better, talk less of the incessant love making we made throughout the night. The room is cloaked in the soft hues of dawn, but my heart feels heavy. Contemplating the source of this disturbing feeling, a sudden buzz interrupts the stillness. It was from my phone which I pick up from my nightstand, checking what notification it was. It turned out to be a message, a text from an unfamiliar number. The message is chillingly concise: ‘I know your secret and it's out in the open. Watch out!’ Dread gripped me in a hard way as my mind races, searching for clues to the puzzle that has now intruded upon my morning."Is anything the problem?" Luciano asks behind me with sleepy eyes, his voice tinged with concern while piercing th