Julia POVWhen I arrived, I heard Romeo yelling from the living room. He appeared much more irritated than before."You've got to let us help you. Rusella is not getting any younger, and we’re just trying to do something that may have the possibility of you getting cured." Another man's voice was heard. I peered from the bottom of the stairs only to see a fifty-year-old man seated so calmly on the couch while the person in front of him was on the verge of a breakdown. Feeling a presence, he looked toward me."You must be Julia," he smiled as he rose from his seat on the couch. "My name is Lorenzo, and it's a pleasure to meet you." I smiled and nodded, greeting him. That night, I saw him, but what are they talking about? Who is getting the treatment? Is Romeo ill?"Please have a seat. Romeo, you too," he added, and a huff was heard beside me as Romeo took a seat. The distance is minimal, and I can feel his body heat. Brushing this feeling aside, I looked up at the doctor, who was alrea
Romeo POVI watched as she hurried inside her room. All of these feelings are foreign to me, and I have no idea how to manage them. I felt possessive and afraid when I heard her say she wanted to work. I know this is the dumbest thing I've ever done in my life, yet something in me pushes me to do it. I'm afraid she'll abandon me. Just like everyone else.It’s not that I didn’t sense her presence this whole week. Whenever I came back from work exhausted from my responsibilities I always went to see her. Watching her sleeping so calmly brought peace in me."Romeo, are you sure everything is okay?" Luca asked. I nodded my head and went towards the bar attached to my living room, taking a whisky to drink."You know there’s a meeting today with clients, and Antonio would be there too; you can handle that, right?" Luca asked concern etched on his face. “I don’t want you to be in a bad mood again,” he said. I sighed. Yes, how can I forget that I've got to defend myself as the areas under my
Julia POV When I opened my eyes, it was midnight. The moon is shining brightly and lighting up my room. I pushed myself up from the carpet, shivering from the cold. When dinner arrives, Luca usually knocks on my door, but he didn't this time. My stomach grumbled, indicating that I should eat something.I unlocked the door, thinking that he may have called me, but I was too sleepy to hear him. But the moment I stepped out, I was only greeted with silence. I went down the stairs going to the kitchen, but I found it empty, as were the living room and Romeo's bedroom.They left me, what should I expect from him? I sighed, rubbing my stomach, which now started to hurt because of hunger. I contemplate the situation so I can take advantage of it. I’m alone; Luca is not here, and moreover, I'm one hundred and ten percent sure that Romeo would not return home like the other night. I should take advantage of this opportunity.I rushed up to my room to put on a hoodie, which certainly keeps me
Romeo POVRage is a powerful feeling that flows through one's blood like a roaring fire. It is a powerful and primitive force that swallows logic, releasing a torrent of raw and untamed energy. That's what I felt as I marched out of the room, followed by Luca. My mind is consumed by the vile act I had just committed."Romeo..." Luca yelled as he raced to keep up with me. I knew what he was going to say. I almost killed an associate, which might lead to additional internal turmoil inside our organization, but I don't care. They have to respect me. I demand respect and obedience from them. I'm not going to let them walk all over me."Not now, Luca. Let's talk about this tomorrow. I'm sick of it all. I need to rest." I remarked this as I turned left into the hallway that leads to the resort's main entrance. Luca said nothing, knowing perfectly that talking at this moment will not bring us any conclusions. What has been done is done.His phone buzzes as he digs it out of his pants, saying
Romeo POV I advance my steps towards her, slow and steady. Like a lion ready to hunt its prey. As for the others, they sat on the couch in front of the bed. She looks so vulnerable here that it makes me pity her, but I can’t let her go without teaching her a lesson. A lesson that she didn’t forget even if she tried to. She slapped me in front of Dario. I think he hasn’t told them about it yet. Yes, yet, but I’m sure he will mock me behind my back, and I can’t let that happen. I remember asking Dario, "What are you going to do to her?" "Same as usual, fuck her. She was always a bitch; she never let me touch her, even when I tried to get close to her." Dario said through his gritted teeth. "Rejected? Ouch! Looks like Dario here couldn't win her over. What's wrong, man? Couldn't handle a little rejection?" Paolo laughs mockingly. "So is she still a virgin?" Marco asked, getting impatient to taste some virgin. I remain silent, my displeasure at their presence bubbling beneath the sur
Julia POV Even as those words spilled from his lips, they held no power over me. Not a single bit of it affected me. I had endured far worse humiliation and abuse from my own family than this feeble attempt. I could handle it all. But deep down, fear gripped me, not because of him, but because of them. Their leering eyes followed my every move from where I lay. I fought to control the tears welling up inside my eyes, determined not to let them see my vulnerability. Why was I always the one subjected to such abuse? What had I done to deserve this? I wanted to ask him why he was doing this. But how could I? Was it because of that slap? If only he knew that it had all happened because of him. What was he blaming me for? “I didn’t put you in a difficult situation, did I? You’re a pole dancer before, this is no different.” he sneered. Anger burned his eyes, yet there was a hint of uncertainty. It was as if he was compelled to act this way, forced into it. His words created a chasm betwee
Julia POV Stepping down the stairs, I walked in the direction of the kitchen. Following my usual routine, which I've been doing since I moved in here, waking up, eating, sleeping, reading, and repeating. Yesterday, Romeo told me that we would be leaving this morning. I had no desire to stay in an isolated place with him, but unfortunately, I had no say in the matter. As I entered the kitchen, hoping to find Luca, I was met by Romeo. He stood behind the counter, dressed in a pristine white T-shirt and gray joggers, busily stirring something in a stewpot. The enticing aroma of delicious breakfast engulfed me, triggering an intense growl from my hungry stomach. It was the first time I had encountered him in the morning; he usually left before I woke up. Typically, I would have breakfast with Luca or one of his men assigned to look after me. "Good morning," he greeted me with a stoic expression, his focus returning to his culinary work. Strangely, he seemed so domestic at this moment.
Julia POVThe car ride to his new house was marked by a tense silence. As we approached the city's outskirts, I noticed him veering off course onto a familiar street I knew all too well."Why are we going this way?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me."You should visit Mrs. Camellia before we leave the city. We don't know when you'll have another opportunity," Romeo replied, his tone devoid of any intention to engage in conversation. I felt a pang of gratitude mixed with longing. Being separated from mama had left a void in my heart, and I longed to hear her comforting voice. "Thank you," I said, my words sincere and heartfelt. Staying away from her had been unbearable, and I wanted to ensure she was doing well. I had considered calling her, but facing her in person seemed like a daunting task.As we turned into the familiar street, the Mercedes came to a halt in front of my building. The driver opened the door for me, and Romeo's voice echoed in my ears. "I'll be waiti
Romeo POV "You don't know how scared I was. I thought that I had lost you, man. Romeo, promise me you won't put yourself in danger again. You are important here, not me. I should be the one saving you, not the other way around. But I was always too late whenever you got hurt." Luca's voice trembled as he spoke. This is the second time I've seen him looking this broken, and it's also because of me. "Luca, you're everything to me. Don't say that. Without you, I wouldn't have come this far. You're not just my right hand but also my best friend. I can't bear to let anything happen to you," I replied earnestly. It had been two days since I woke up, and their joy at my recovery was palpable. My grandmother rushed to hug me as soon as she saw me, and it really felt good to be back. Yet I couldn't help but notice Julia standing by the door, almost trying to be invisible, but her presence was undeniable. Even in my unconscious state, I felt her touch, and surprisingly, it didn't repulse me.
Julia POV I wiped Romeo's body gently with a damp cloth. Now I’m really behaving like a nurse for him. However, seeing him in so much pain broke my heart. It had been five days, and he still hadn't opened his eyes. He slept deeply as if he hadn't slept in a week. I was about to discuss terminating the contract with them. But when I noticed that all of them were already on the edge, emotionally drained because of this incident. It weighed heavily on my heart, and I couldn't bring myself to go through with it. I reminded myself that staying here a little longer wouldn't cause me much harm.With tenderness, I wiped his shoulder blades down to his arm, where the needle connected to the IV. Since that night, Lorenzo had done everything he could to keep Romeo alive. But due to so much loss of the blood his mind had gone in a state of shock."Julia, you should come and eat something. You haven't had anything today," Luca's gentle voice broke the silence of the room. He approached me carryi
Julia POV I caught sight of his silhouette, sitting on the edge of the bed. His head threw back as his weight was supported by his hands resting on the bed. His upper body was bare, while he sported a pair of boxers. A sigh of relief escaped my lips, realizing that he hadn't completely lost his sanity. This situation reminds me of that night when I first encountered him but at that time some people were at least there but today I was alone facing him. And that scared me. Alone with him is not good, not after what happened last night. "What did I tell you, old man? I won't get treated until..." he began, his expression bored, but as soon as his eyes landed on me, a smile spread across his face. "Oh, I wasn't expecting this… Who are you?" he asked, and that deep voice sent shivers down my spine. I felt a shudder ripple through me. “What are you doing here?” he asked again, tilting his head, observing me, and it felt as if I were offering myself as prey to a lion ready to pounce. "
Julia POVWhen I woke up in the morning, there was an absence of familiar faces, replaced by new ones who now inhabited the mansion. Although their presence brought some life to the surroundings, it still felt like I was trapped in a dark room. They merely greeted me and went about their assigned tasks."Where is Rusella?" I asked Marco, who had brought the tray of lunch as I had requested to eat in my room. What’s the point of eating on the big table?"She had some work, so she went to the city. She said she'll be back by dinner time," Marco replied, placing the tray in front of me. I sighed and began to eat my food. Everyone seemed to have something to occupy themselves with, leaving me alone. Now, I had a genuine reason to distance myself from them. But what hurt me the most was that she had lied to me. Luca knew about my father. I had to escape from this place as quickly as possible. I can’t risk my life.Even if it meant leaving the country, I was determined not to be trapped he
Romeo POV I rubbed my face wearily as I listened to the ruckus outside my room. Frustration and regret swirled within me. It wasn't that she had disrespected me or anything like that. It was the image of her kissing another guy that played on repeat in my mind like a broken record.I stood there until I heard Luca going out of her room and closing it. I sighed going back to my bed and slumped myself.Lost in jealousy, I acted without thinking, impulsively kissing her. Her lips felt soft against mine, and for a fleeting moment, I wanted to savor it. But I knew it was wrong. Before I could dwell on it further, her touch on my back brought me back to reality, sending a jolt of pain through me.Yes, I was jealous—jealous of the way he had kissed her right in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to unleash my anger upon him, to break every bone in his body. And when I found myself holding her tightly, her hesitant response only fueled my desire for more than just a kiss. I yearned to t
Julia POVI stood rooted in place, completely deaf ear to his question, as my attention was captivated by his striking body. Despite the danger he emits, there is an undeniable attraction toward him that stirs something within me. Yes, I must admit, I felt a twinge of attraction. As he began to approach me, I instinctively took a step back, only to collide with the door."I’m sorry, I mistakenly entered the wrong room. Please don't worry; I'll leave immediately," I blurted out hastily, attempting to regain my composure. I reached for the doorknob, but to my surprise, he swiftly closed the door, trapping me inside."You know, Julia, you’re quite an interesting person. You wandered into my room even after I had just threatened you a moment ago. I don’t know what I should call you." he said. Did he think I entered his room on purpose? I rolled my eyes.A little courage welled up within me, making me meet his gaze. "You won't harm me," I asserted.He raised an eyebrow, visibly taken aback
Julia POV The car turned onto a narrow road, surrounded by towering trees. We followed the lane until the car came to a stop in front of a massive gate, its wrought iron adorned with intricate designs. A man opened the gate to let us in, and I couldn't help but stare in awe. It wasn't just a house; it was a mansion, far larger than any place I had ever lived before. The warm terracotta hues of the building and the exquisite stonework gave it a majestic appearance. Classic arched windows and balconies with ornate railings added to their beauty. It’s dangerously beautiful. It looked like something out of a horror movie. Throughout the ride, Romeo didn't utter a word to me, leaving me preoccupied with the unsettling things Enzo had said earlier. I couldn't understand what made this man so dangerous other than his well-known anger issues and strong sense of pride. From what I had observed, there was nothing that could make him truly menacing or justify the things doctors said about his
Julia POVThe car ride to his new house was marked by a tense silence. As we approached the city's outskirts, I noticed him veering off course onto a familiar street I knew all too well."Why are we going this way?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me."You should visit Mrs. Camellia before we leave the city. We don't know when you'll have another opportunity," Romeo replied, his tone devoid of any intention to engage in conversation. I felt a pang of gratitude mixed with longing. Being separated from mama had left a void in my heart, and I longed to hear her comforting voice. "Thank you," I said, my words sincere and heartfelt. Staying away from her had been unbearable, and I wanted to ensure she was doing well. I had considered calling her, but facing her in person seemed like a daunting task.As we turned into the familiar street, the Mercedes came to a halt in front of my building. The driver opened the door for me, and Romeo's voice echoed in my ears. "I'll be waiti
Julia POV Stepping down the stairs, I walked in the direction of the kitchen. Following my usual routine, which I've been doing since I moved in here, waking up, eating, sleeping, reading, and repeating. Yesterday, Romeo told me that we would be leaving this morning. I had no desire to stay in an isolated place with him, but unfortunately, I had no say in the matter. As I entered the kitchen, hoping to find Luca, I was met by Romeo. He stood behind the counter, dressed in a pristine white T-shirt and gray joggers, busily stirring something in a stewpot. The enticing aroma of delicious breakfast engulfed me, triggering an intense growl from my hungry stomach. It was the first time I had encountered him in the morning; he usually left before I woke up. Typically, I would have breakfast with Luca or one of his men assigned to look after me. "Good morning," he greeted me with a stoic expression, his focus returning to his culinary work. Strangely, he seemed so domestic at this moment.