(Pamela)..“I…I NEED TO make a call,” I tell Bonnie who's still staring blankly at me in confusion. “I'll be right back.”I stand from the couch and rapidly make my way to the kitchen, because Erik is fast asleep in the bedroom and I don't want to wake him up. My fingers hover over Massimo’s contact for a full minute as I debate whether to call him or not. Finally, I force myself to. I can’t just accept all that money without finding out if it had been an accident. I mean, the man thinks I'm a gold digger. What would have made him change his mind so quickly? Plus, I'm still in a state of shock.The phone rings twice before he finally picks up. “Pamela,” his voice is cool, almost professional. “I didn't expect to hear from you so soon.”“Fifty thousand dollars?” I whisper into the phone so the nanny won't hear. “And a black card? What is this, Massimo?”“Ah, I see you've received the notification,” he said but I catch a hint of amusement in his voice. “That's good. My assistant co
(Massimo)..MY COMPANY BUILDING is quiet when I walk in.My assistant, Theo, is already on his feet, following me down the hall leading to my office with a tablet in his hand."You have three meetings this morning, Sir. The board is still pushing for the Vegas deal. And your mother called again.”I grunt. “Tell her I’m busy.”“She also said to remind you that you should come back to Italy for the celebrations. Also, she wants to meet with Pamela. She doesn't like that you're keeping things from the family.”I pause for a second, then keep walking. “Noted.”Inside my office, the view of the city greets me like always. The tall buildings, the traffic below, the endless movements of potential clients and workers. There's no room for stillness or any form of quiet. It used to feel powerful. Now it just feels... empty.Theo rattles off the rest of my schedule."Also, Pamela’s card has been sent out. The driver will deliver it by 9pm this evening. Should I confirm when she gets it?"“No ne
(Pamela)..I HAVE BEEN crying for the past two hours.Maybe even longer because I lost count. The tears keep pouring uncontrollably, and I keep digging into my handbag to pull out more tissue wipes. The same bag that my little sister, Anna, had gifted me on my last birthday. The memory brings a fresh round of tears to my eyes.I still can’t believe that I won’t see Anna ever again. It’s as if I’m in a nightmare that just doesn’t want to end. I desperately want to wake up, to hold my little sister again, to stroke her long, black hair and tell her that everything is going to be OK. But everything is not going to be OK. Because Anna is dead now.She died three hours ago, while pushing out her baby. I thought she was going to make it. She had a very determined look on her face that I have never seen before. I had even held her hand throughout the delivery process, whispering words of encouragement in her ears.“You can do this Anna,” I whispered. “Just one last push.”“Yes, Anna,” the
(Pamela)..MY MOUTH FALL open at what I’d just heard.I can’t believe my ears. Did he just say full custody? Or had I heard wrong?“Excuse me?” I ask, just to be sure.A mask passes over his face and he watches me closely, as if he’s trying to figure out my reaction. He’s still standing over me, his tall frame casting shadows over me against the bright overhead lights. “Excuse me?!” I repeat, my voice sharper now.His gaze narrows slightly, but I don’t care. The audacity of his words hangs in the air, suffocating me.“You think you can just waltz in here, claim ‘full custody,’ and walk out with my sister’s baby like he’s some kind of prize?” My voice trembles, but I press on.I rise to my feet, ignoring how small I feel compared to his towering figure. “Where were you when my sister was struggling? When she needed support? And now that she’s gone, you—” My voice cracks, but I force myself to continue, “you think you can make decisions about her child without even considering me? Wi
(Pamela)..I’M SEATED at my kitchen table, a bowl of mushroom soup in front of me. But I’m not looking at my plate, rather at the thick stack of legal documents right next to the bowl. My hands tremble as I read the name at the top: Massimo D’Amato.I can barely breathe.“You’re joking, right?” I ask no-one in particular. I’m still finding it hard to believe that that man had actually kept to his words.His last statement echoes through my head and I shiver slightly: See you in court.Erik lets out a soft whimper from his crib, right next to the couch, where I can keep a close eye on him from the kitchen. It’s as if he can sense my distress at everything that’s been happening.Clara, another one of my childhood friends, leans against the counter. She doesn't look too happy either. “I wish I were. They’re coming after Erik, Pam. They’re going to fight tooth and nail.”I get up from the table and begin to pace around the tiny space of my apartment. My head is already aching from think
(Massimo)..I ANGRILY TOSS the tabloid and it clatters with a loud sound onto my desk. I can’t believe it but the headline is still there for the past two hours:Heartless Billionaire Steals Baby from Grieving Aunt.What. the. Hell ?“This is a PR nightmare,” my publicist, Veronica, says as she paces the office. “We need damage control and we need it now.”I slowly rub my temples in an attempt to stop the migraine from coming in full force. It all feels like some sort of prank. What idiot would publish such a ridiculous article against me?For years, I have managed to keep my family affairs out of the news. But I’ve been so preoccupied with the court case to have paid attention and this one had slipped right under my nose.“What do you suggest?”Veronica stops in front of my desk, a frown on her face. That means the gears in her head are already working.“A story,” she says at last. “Something that shows you’re not the villain they think you are.”I glance back at the tabloid. The a
(Pamela)..THE WEIGHT OF the contract in my hands is a constant reminder that this is a very big mistake. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't even be entertaining this ridiculous offer.But I find myself still skimming through the terms of the contract. It's a whooping 12 pages and each page ends up being worse than the last one.Massimo is seated across from me. He doesn't say anything but his eyes speak volumes. I can’t bear to look at him so I focus on the document that I'm holding.“Let me get this straight,” I begin, my voice shaky. “You want me to give up two years of my life, parade around as your wife, and pretend to be part of some picture-perfect family ... all to make you look good in the eyes of the media?”“It's not just about me,” Massimo responds in a calculated tone. “Like I said earlier, it's also about Erik. He needs a home. Stability. Safety. You can’t give him that alone.”My chest tightens as his words strike a nerve. “You don't know what I can or can't give him.”
(Pamela)..THE RAIN STARTS right as they lower my sister into the ground.It's a light drizzle that quickly turns into a downpour. Everyone takes shade under an umbrella, but I don’t even feel the rain pouring down harshly at us.My entire focus is on Anna's dark mahogany casket that keeps getting lowered away. Soon, my sister is completely gone from our view and now six feet under. Never to be seen or heard from ever again.My fingers clutch the baby-red roses so tightly that the stems dig into my palms. But I don’t feel the pain. I don't even feel my own fingers. I should step forward. I should place the flowers down and whisper a final goodbye. But my body refuses to move because I'm still finding it so hard to believe.She’s gone.She’s really gone. My one and only sister.I'd sacrificed my entire life to raise her, to make sure she didn't have the kind of childhood that I had. I had done multiple jobs at the same time, just to be able to provide her with the best things, an
(Massimo)..MY COMPANY BUILDING is quiet when I walk in.My assistant, Theo, is already on his feet, following me down the hall leading to my office with a tablet in his hand."You have three meetings this morning, Sir. The board is still pushing for the Vegas deal. And your mother called again.”I grunt. “Tell her I’m busy.”“She also said to remind you that you should come back to Italy for the celebrations. Also, she wants to meet with Pamela. She doesn't like that you're keeping things from the family.”I pause for a second, then keep walking. “Noted.”Inside my office, the view of the city greets me like always. The tall buildings, the traffic below, the endless movements of potential clients and workers. There's no room for stillness or any form of quiet. It used to feel powerful. Now it just feels... empty.Theo rattles off the rest of my schedule."Also, Pamela’s card has been sent out. The driver will deliver it by 9pm this evening. Should I confirm when she gets it?"“No ne
(Pamela)..“I…I NEED TO make a call,” I tell Bonnie who's still staring blankly at me in confusion. “I'll be right back.”I stand from the couch and rapidly make my way to the kitchen, because Erik is fast asleep in the bedroom and I don't want to wake him up. My fingers hover over Massimo’s contact for a full minute as I debate whether to call him or not. Finally, I force myself to. I can’t just accept all that money without finding out if it had been an accident. I mean, the man thinks I'm a gold digger. What would have made him change his mind so quickly? Plus, I'm still in a state of shock.The phone rings twice before he finally picks up. “Pamela,” his voice is cool, almost professional. “I didn't expect to hear from you so soon.”“Fifty thousand dollars?” I whisper into the phone so the nanny won't hear. “And a black card? What is this, Massimo?”“Ah, I see you've received the notification,” he said but I catch a hint of amusement in his voice. “That's good. My assistant co
(Pamela)..“You're everywhere,” Bonnie shrieks, shoving her phone in my face for the tenth time.I've already seen the headlines a thousand times that morning. And right next to it is the photo of Massimo and I kissing back at the restaurant, which had been the highlight of the evening.“Everybody's talking about it,” Bonnie continues. “I can't believe my best friend is the talk of the town. You're almost like a celebrity.”Celebrity seems like a long stretch. And the only reason people are talking is because I agreed to fake a relationship with Massimo in front of the cameras.“Oh, come off it, Bonnie. You know that's not true,” I counter.“Of course it's true. I checked your social media and your followers have tripled overnight. A lot of people are interested in you now.”Well, while that might be the case, it also didn't mean I wasn't getting a lot of hate either. I can recall seeing a post about Massimo and I and the comments had been ruthless. Every single person had thought
(Pamela)..LUCKILY FOR ME, the paparazzi are all gone by the time we set out to leave. We get into the limo and the driver speeds off. When I check my phone, it's almost 10 pm. I've never been out this late before, not even when I was in college.My mind skips back to the conversation I just had with Katrina at the ladies’ bathroom. I wonder if I should bring it up or not. Today has been a very hectic day and opening a whole can of worms is not the best way to end it.But my curiosity gets a hold of me.“Is it true?” I ask Massimo.He turns to face me, his brows nearly touching his hairline in confusion. “Is what true?”“That Kal made Anna sign an NDA?”“Who told you that?”“It's not important.”“It's Katrina, isn't it? She just never keeps her mouth shut.” He exhales. “So?”“Yes, he did. He made her sign an NDA, like we all do.”“Why?”“Because our reputation is that important, Pamela. You just don't understand, do you?” Massimo asks, an edge in his voice. “Being a D’Amato is not
(Pamela)..I SLOWLY MAKE MY way to the wash basin, feeling Katrina's eyes on me the whole time. I don't know why but I just feel that beneath her syrupy sweet smile, she doesn’t really like me.Which is crazy to me because I don't even know her. I've only just met her for the first time tonight but she wears her disapproval of me on her sleeves.“So?” She turns to me, a big wide smile on her face that didn't reach her eyes. “How does it feel having Massimo all to yourself?”I frown in disbelief. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”Katrina chuckles. “Funny that Elsa said the same thing to me and yet she had Massimo wrapped around her finger.”What is her obsession with Massimo? I mean, isn't she engaged to his brother?And who is this Elsa everyone keeps talking about?“Who is she?” I ask tentatively. “This Elsa?”Katrina's smile disappears. “Like I said, she's the one that had Massimo wrapped around her finger. It was pathetic really, how a powerful man like Massimo could bo
(Pamela)..MY BODY STIFFENS at the mention of Massimo’s brother, Kal. I take in a deep breath and try to relax my already shaky nerves. But I'm barely holding myself together. First, the kiss I never saw coming and now this?“He's here right now,” Katrina continues, as soon as she notices my discomfort. “I can call him over if you want. It'll be a wonderful reunion.”“No need to do that,” Massimo says immediately, like he's scared of something. And he should be because I'm not in the right state of mind to meet his brother yet. After everything he's done to Anna and I, I don't think I can hold myself together if he comes over right away. “Oh, well. . .it's a shame. I'd better head back,” the woman says as she straightens. “It’s been lovely meeting you, Pamela. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.”“Don't count on it.” Massimo hisses.It's hard not to notice that they have a lot of tension between them. But none of it is any of my business. I just need to get throug
(Massimo)..THE TABLE is dead silent.Pamela picks at her food, barely eating, and I can’t blame her. There’s nothing to say between us, and I know it’s partly my fault.I never should have kissed her, especially not on the lips. I should have followed Veronica’s plan, kept it simple, and played my part.But the moment I looked at her, in that red dress, with that beautiful face, and every other little detail that reminded me of Elsa, I just couldn't resist. No matter how hard I tried. The truth is that I didn’t kiss Pamela because I wanted her. I kissed her because, for just a second, I wanted to know what it felt like to kiss Elsa again. After almost five years since she passed away.And I don't know how to explain that to her. She'd never be able to understand exactly how it feels. And I know she'll always hate me for barging into her life and making her do things she never wanted to do.For the first time since this whole fiasco started, I feel a little sorry for my actions. B
(Pamela)..THE LAST THING I see before I can make sense of what's happening is Massimo’s lips crashing down onto mine. At first, it feels like I'm dreaming. Like this isn't real at all. It has to be a prank, right?But after a few seconds in, the fog in my head clears and I finally realize that this isn’t a figment of my imagination nor is it a prank.Masimo D'Amato is actually kissing me.Right in front of all these people. I hear the rapid clicks of the cameras behind us and the the muffled gasps from onlookers. They're all as shocked as I am.I don't understand it. How and when did we go from arch enemies to this? This wasn't even part of the plan. We were only supposed to hold hands like a couple as we walked into the restaurant and that was it. That was what we agreed on, or at least, what I assumed we agreed on. Massimo never mentioned anything about kissing each other in front of the media.I should have known better. I should have seen it coming. This man always did what
(Massimo)..MY MOUTH HANG OPEN the moment I see her.She looks exactly like Elsa.The slope of her neck, the curve of her hips, the delicate lines of her face. . .all of it is so identical to my late wife.How the hell did I not notice this before?Pamela shifts slightly under my gaze, smoothing her hands down the crimson dress that hugs her body in all the right ways. The color suits her, just like it always suited Elsa.A sick feeling knots in my stomach.I’ve spent weeks in her presence, spoken to her, argued with her on so many occasions. And yet, it’s only now when she's dressed like this, with her hair styled just so, that I finally see it.For the past five years since I lost the love of my life, I never gave any other woman the time of day. And most of them have tried their hardest to win me over. But none of their silly tactics ever worked. None of them ever stirred anything in me.Until now.Until Pamela stepped out of the room, dressed completely different and looking lik