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(Pamela)..THE PRIVATE JET SOARS across the sky and farway from New York CityI look out the window only to be greeted by the soft whirls of the clouds. I’m tempted to reach out to touch them but Erik is curled in my arms, sucking gently on his bottle while his tiny fingers tug at my shirt. This was my first time in a private airplane and I felt so jittery inside. Not only that, I was leaving NYC. And to Italy! Massimo is sitting opposite me, his legs outstretched in the little booth. He’s talking to someone on the phone, but it’s hard for me to make out what language he’s speaking. Spanish? Italian? French?Imagine my surprise when I found out that he wasn’t even American, but he’d been born and brought up in Italy. I’d been so caught up with things to actually do a proper Google research on him. After that night in the bathroom of my apartment, I’d taken out my phone and typed into the search bar; Massimo D’Amato.The sight that greeted me was shocking, to say the least. Images o
(Pamela)..SCRATCH HIS DAMN EYES OUT!Those are the first few words that come to mind when everything registers and I finally put two and two together.How on earth could I have missed it?The fact that I’d met Kal before and even spoken to him left a bitter taste in my mouth. Now that I’m thinking about it, he’d seemed shocked to see me back at the male’s restroom. He’d even called me by another name — Elsa, was it?My clenched fist rotates angrily at my sides but for some reason, I can’t seem to make another step towards him.“Kal, this is . . . Pamela,”“I’ve heard so much about you,” Kal says, his lips stretching into an uncomfortable smile. The tension between us is palpable, ready to snap in a minute. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Although you do look familiar.”Massimo sharply clears his throat, and I can sense some kind of warning underneath it.As if to confirm my suspicions, Kal’s facial expression immediately changes to one of pity. “I’m incredibly sorry about what happ
(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
(Pamela)..SCRATCH HIS DAMN EYES OUT!Those are the first few words that come to mind when everything registers and I finally put two and two together.How on earth could I have missed it?The fact that I’d met Kal before and even spoken to him left a bitter taste in my mouth. Now that I’m thinking about it, he’d seemed shocked to see me back at the male’s restroom. He’d even called me by another name — Elsa, was it?My clenched fist rotates angrily at my sides but for some reason, I can’t seem to make another step towards him.“Kal, this is . . . Pamela,”“I’ve heard so much about you,” Kal says, his lips stretching into an uncomfortable smile. The tension between us is palpable, ready to snap in a minute. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Although you do look familiar.”Massimo sharply clears his throat, and I can sense some kind of warning underneath it.As if to confirm my suspicions, Kal’s facial expression immediately changes to one of pity. “I’m incredibly sorry about what happ
(Pamela)..THE PRIVATE JET SOARS across the sky and farway from New York CityI look out the window only to be greeted by the soft whirls of the clouds. I’m tempted to reach out to touch them but Erik is curled in my arms, sucking gently on his bottle while his tiny fingers tug at my shirt. This was my first time in a private airplane and I felt so jittery inside. Not only that, I was leaving NYC. And to Italy! Massimo is sitting opposite me, his legs outstretched in the little booth. He’s talking to someone on the phone, but it’s hard for me to make out what language he’s speaking. Spanish? Italian? French?Imagine my surprise when I found out that he wasn’t even American, but he’d been born and brought up in Italy. I’d been so caught up with things to actually do a proper Google research on him. After that night in the bathroom of my apartment, I’d taken out my phone and typed into the search bar; Massimo D’Amato.The sight that greeted me was shocking, to say the least. Images o
(Pamela) ..I JERK AT the sudden interruption of Massimo. I’d been temporarily lost in thought at how sad this entire situation was to have noticed that he was still waiting for my response.“No. I mean, yes! I like it . . . a lot,” I respond. “But isn’t it a bit too expensive for a fake engagement?”“Expensive?” Massimo looks surprised. “My, it only costs two hundred and fifty thousand.”What?! Even if I was the richest woman on the planet, two hundred and fifty thousand dollars was still a lot of money to throw away on a piece of jewelry for an engagement that wasn’t even real.“That’s a lot of money, Massimo,” I croak out in disappointment. “I assure you it’s not,” he counters. “Besides, the world is watching us now. Every move we make, every word we say. You don’t expect a man of my caliber to propose with a cheap ring, do you?”Even though he doesn’t say them, the rest of his questions linger in the air: What would people say when they found out he’d proposed with a cheap one?
(Pamela)..JUST AS I CHOP UP the veggies for dinner, my phone dings with a message from none other than Massimo.“Will It Be Okay If I Come Over To Your Place Tonight? We Need To Talk’At first, I was shocked at his text message and then a bit scared. Why did he want to come over? Did something happen?He’s never come over except for that one time he came over with his publicist. Finally, I type: YesHe replies shortly after: Expect Me Around 6I look at the time and a slight panic flows through me. I have approximately an hour before he arrives, and I am still in my bathing rope, having just showered moments earlier. I put the pot on the stove on low heat and then I dash to the bedroom to change into something more appropriate.I may or may not have touched up my face a little bit. But by the time I’m done and look in the mirror, I’m surprised at myself for trying to look pretty for Massimo of all people. I mean, how could I? I hated him! And yet, I wanted to look good when he arr
(Pamela)..THE BEIGE dinner dress hanging on a mannequin catches my eye as soon as I walk into the store.This was my first time in such an expensive luxury store and my mind kept telling me to turn around and walk away. That I couldn't afford it. But I kept moving forward until I got to my dream dress.For months, I've been saving up to get it but the price had been so exorbitant that no matter how long it took, I still couldn't get enough money for it. And that's saying a lot because for months, the exact dress has been on display despite being so beautiful. Nobody could afford it.And now, by a sudden twist of fate, I can. And I couldn't be happier. I run my fingers along the soft fabric of the dress. It's dotted with expensive diamonds that sparkles under the overhead lights. It reminds me of the type of dress that you only see on those women that are married to wealthy women who only sip tea and go shopping every day. And now, it's about to be mine.Mine. I still can’t believ
(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