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Stephanie Miller. Half an hour after cutting off communication with Lilly, she called me again to let me know that Mr. Lombardo underwent surgery. I look at the time and I'm worried that Vicenzo hasn't arrived yet. I dial his phone number, but it sounds busy. I decided to send him a voice message. “Vicenzo, I called you, but it seems you're busy. I'm letting you know that my patient decided to undergo the operation and I'm already taking a cab to the institute.""Most likely I won't get home and stay the night there. I'm calling you to not worry or wait for me. I love you." I sighed and put my phone in my pocket. I fix my things and the cab is outside waiting for me. When there were just over five minutes left to get to the institute, Vicenzo called me. "Babe? Forgive me for not answering sooner, but I was solving an important issue. I listened to your message and I'm on my way to the institute.""I will wait for your operation to finish and take you home, since I will not let yo
Stephanie Miller. When I saw that the six feet tall man, dressed in a custom-made Armani suit, gray-haired, well-preserved for his sixty-five years, with the same blue eyes as his nephew, turns around and my eyes widen, surprised at seeing him.I thought I would have a heart attack. Fear flowed through my veins and made me freeze in my space, gripped by terror. Lilly clears her throat, saying, “Excuse me, are you related to Mr. Lombardo?” Tom, Matthew’s uncle, snaps out of his state of shock and says, “Raul Lombardo is my husband.""We got married a month ago, without telling our families anything. His children are unaware of our nuptials, and we prefer to keep it that way.” He looked at Lilly with a cold and menacing gaze, making the poor thing move nervously in her place. Hearing him say that gave me the courage to face him, knowing that he was sharing his secret. I clear my throat and say, “Nice to see you, Tom. As always, you never disappoint.” I see how he laughs and says,
Stephanie Miller.When Tom asked me how long I had been friends with Vincenzo, my mind went blank. The only thing I could do was remain silent and watch as my handsome friend walked in our direction.Vincenzo, noticing that Tom was accompanying me, stopped for a moment and then caught up with us, saying, “Tom, I haven’t seen you in a long time. What brings you here?”“Hum… It’s funny that you asked me, since I could ask you the same thing. As I remember, you are very far from home, Enzo.”I frown as I say “Enzo?”Tom turns to look at me, saying, “Oh my God, dear. Don’t tell me you’ve been in this place all this time, accompanied by him, and you still don’t know his nickname.""Matt gave him that nickname, since he felt that calling him Vicenzo was very gangster style. His reasons always made us laugh.”His words cause my face to heat up, blushing at not knowing this information. Vincenzo clears his throat, saying, “In her defense, I never told her.”“And I ask myself, why not?” I tell
Stephanie Miller.After the operation, we got home, and Enzo left me in my room. Despite how tired I feel, I can’t get everything out of my mind about what happened and especially what Tom told me. My heart is pumping so fast, and my palms feel clammy with nervousness, while my feet run through every corner of the room.I bite my lip, wondering if what I want to do is the right thing, but what options do I have left? I can’t let Matt come to this country looking for me. He can’t see me. Not now.I sigh and resign myself to my decision. I look for my cell phone and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, I slowly dial the numbers that make up his phone number. My heart beats madly and thousands of butterflies fly in my stomach, eager to hear his voice.At the fourth beep, I hear a cold, hoarse voice answer me, saying, “Hello? Who is it? How did you get this number?” I stay silent, listening to him. I sigh and say, “Hi Matt.”His voice quickly changes to one of extreme co
Stephanie Miller.Four months later…After the last phone conversation with Matt, in which he promised to leave me alone, he delivered. Enzo says that there has been no type of hacking, so he leaves me calm as he has kept his word. Life has become quite peaceful during these months, where I stopped operating because I developed preeclampsia, making my pregnancy at high risk.Marie and Enzo agreed it was best for me to stay in bed, to which I agreed. I have tried to do everything on my part so these babies can develop in the best way. As expected, they are just as stubborn as their parents, so neither has shown themselves, leaving me intrigued as to their gender.I keep calling them by numbers. Everyone who comes to visit me laughs when I call them that, but what else am I going to do? If I don’t know their sexes, I can’t give them names. The girls are traveling to spend these last few days with me, since the arrival of these babies is imminent.“Everything okay, baby?”“Yeah. What
Stephanie Miller The screams from the car are undeniable. The contractions are becoming more frequent, and the pain is so intense, I think it will split me in two. It’s like they tear my insides and what’s left catches fire. I sit on the edge of the seat, digging my nails into the edge, while I can’t stop screaming and crying. I try to count how long the contraction lasts, but the pain is so much that it doesn’t let me focus on anything more than that. Stuart watches me, from time to time, in the rearview mirror, with great concern, since he has never seen me in this state. He was my father’s driver, who sent him with me so I could have someone I knew and not feel so alone. With his tender and compassionate eyes, he tells me, “Breathe, Miss Miller, just don’t stop breathing.” Without avoiding it, I yelled angrily, “IT’S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY IT! You don’t have three living beings that want to come out through a small hole! This defies all-natural law, damn it!” I watch as Mildred
Stephanie Miller.I wake up slowly and feel like I’ve been hit by a train. I have no notion of time or space. Slowly, I remember where and why I am here.I open my eyes wide and see how Mark takes me by the shoulders, immobilizing me. “Steph, I need you to calm down, okay?”I breathe quickly, but nod in silence. “Good girl. Now, I need you to try moving your toes.”I frown and do as he tells me. I look at his face and ask, “Are they moving?” He looks back at me, sighs, and a relieved smile takes over his face as he tells me, “yes, they’re moving.”“Why were you so afraid, Mark? What happened?” He sighs and tells me, “Let me set up the stretcher for you. Meanwhile, your entire gang is waiting outside.”“Mark, where are my children?”Finish arranging my stretcher so that I can semi-sitting. He tells me, “Try not to talk too much. You just had major surgery and it will hurt for a long time.”“Mark, answer the question. Where are my children?”I watch as Enzo, Amelia and Emily enter the
Matthew Anderson.Months have passed since the last time I spoke with Stephanie and there has not been a day when I have not thought of her. I continually wonder if she is resting, if she needs help, or if ever thinks about me...I sigh, sitting in my office chair, looking out the large window, as the vibrant city that emerges before my view continues living without stopping.I close my eyes and the memories dance in my head. Steph is present in every single one of them. I can see her beautiful smile, hear her intelligent comments. I still remember the smell of her hair or the softness of her skin. There are so many memories that make my heart hurt.A knock on the door brings me out of my memories.“Come in!”I watch as my secretary enters the office with a smile on her face. I frown, annoyed, as I say, “What are you doing here? You know perfectly well that at this hour, no one can enter my office.”Her eyes widen as she says, “I’m very sorry, Mr. Anderson, but these documents require
Stephanie Toussaint.After the conversation with the judge in her office, we went out through the hallway. I watched as Matt continued walking towards the courtroom and Enzo stopped me by taking my hand. He said, “Babe, you need to go home.”I frowned and said, “But I don’t want to leave you alone, Enzo. Not after what happened in that office. You’ll have to face that horrible lawyer. He’s a real jerk.”Enzo gave me a tender smile as he said, “Don’t worry, babe. Now, the most important thing is you and the babies. We did all this to prevent you from being here. There’s no point in you staying and you know it.”I sighed deeply because I know Enzo is right, as he always is. I reluctantly agreed. He kissed my lips and walked into the courtroom behind Matt. I saw how the two most important men in my life walked away from me.I turned my head and saw that Taylor was waiting for me. I approached him and said, “Let me guess. Matt asked you to take me home.”“Both. Mr. Anderson and Mr. Toussa
Matthew Anderson.True to his word, Enzo arrived twenty minutes after I did. I waited in my car until my security team showed up at the scene. All this so I don’t have to deal with unpleasant pushes or hits. Journalists can become actual sons of bitches when they want to, all to get the news first.Once inside, I politely greeted Enzo and Steph. Every day I feel prouder of myself since I have learned to manage my jealousy and my possessiveness. In these moments, I know Enzo cares for her and loves her just like I do, and she, although she doesn’t recognize it, I know she loves us both. God! I didn’t think I’d be able to share, but being close to Steph, I’ll take any piece she wants to give me.The three of us headed to Judge Barrett’s office, who was waiting for us. The prosecutor knocks on the door and quickly welcomes us. We were instructed that only he and Steph could talk. Marie sent her a certificate saying that she cannot subject herself to high levels of stress, since her pregn
Matthew Anderson.Two weeks have passed since the altercation with Antonella in my office. Since that day, I haven’t seen her anywhere. Not even at her precious social events that she loves to attend so much. They say that she has been confined to her mansion in the company of her family, preparing for the trial.My uncle Tom has been the first victim of this entire battle. He separated from his husband. Apparently, Raul made him choose between his family and us. My uncle, like any good Anderson, hates ultimatums and threats and, leaving no room for discussion, he took his belongings and left.I honestly hate all of this. Tom is a great man who deserves all the happiness in the world. I feel terrible that his husband made him choose. Stephanie tried to talk about it, but Tom immediately cut her off. He says he doesn’t feel like talking about it. He has stayed at my house ever since.The prosecution has called me to be a witness. They wanted to call Steph too, but I flatly refused. The
Vicenzo Toussaint.With each passing day, I feel like Steph is moving further away from me. Maybe it’s just an assumption on my part, but there’s nothing that can take away the feeling that I’m losing her. She is extremely volatile, everything I say to her makes her angry and I honestly don’t know how to get to her. I don’t know how to approach her without her trying to rip my head off.It’s like Stephanie has put up an enormous wall separating her from me. I have always characterized myself as a self-confident man, however, this woman is my downfall. Since I met her, life has become a constant movement, always changing. I must be attentive all the time because I know that at any moment someone can take her away from me.Stephanie is one in a million. There is no quality about her I don’t love, even those that drive me crazy. I wouldn’t change any part of her. I love her just the way she is. Together with the girls, they have become my entire world. I would sacrifice my life to protec
Stephanie Toussaint.After hanging out with Matt during the afternoon, I returned home. Enzo was waiting for me, angry, in the office. Not wanting to argue with him again, I decided to take a nap, therefore; I headed without delay to the comfort of my room.Today it was Matt’s turn to pick up the kids, and we agreed he would return the girls at dinner time. That gave me exactly almost two hours to sleep and try to bury the dramas of my life, if only for a moment.I lay down on the bed and almost immediately, sleep came to me. It was like I was walking through the incredible vineyards of Italy. Everything around me was green, while the evening sun sheltered my bare shoulders. The view was simply extraordinary.Majestic mountains rose before me, while in the distance, an old house housed the laughter of children playing in the surroundings. A whisper in my ear brought me out of my shocked state. “I love you, dear.”I turned my face, and Matt was there. His black hair was disheveled by t
Stephanie Toussaint.When I felt Matt’s fingers on my chin, it sent a shiver down my spine. Feeling his perfume with wood tones, and seeing his incredible blue eyes staring at me, for a moment, I lost myself. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy hormones or if it was really me, but at that moment, I wanted him.I wanted so much for him to kiss me, to take me in his arms, sit me on his desk and make love to me like he did years ago. Oh, how I wanted to feel his cock inside my pussy again! How I needed to see him leave marks on my skin, eyewitnesses that I belong to him!But what the fuck is wrong with me? Since when have I become unfaithful? This has to stop, Steph! Nothing good will come of all this. You are a MARRIED woman! You can’t go around hurting those around you. I can’t do to Enzo what Matt did to me.And there it was. The intrinsic reminder of what happened the day before my failed marriage. An infidelity so painful that, even though years have passed, it feels just as fresh. I
Matthew Anderson.Two weeks later.After a week of intense searching, Stephanie and I found the perfect school for the three children. In honor of me being able to get close to the girls, we agreed that we’ll take turns picking them up so I can spend time with them without scaring them away.A few days ago, Stephanie mentioned to me she wanted to go back to work, but Enzo got furious with her for telling me. Honestly, I don’t know what problems they both have, but I’m secretly glad they do. It may sound selfish, but my love for her has not diminished at all in all these years. It has only increased.Every day that I can spend a few minutes with her, talk to her, or just see her smile makes my day considerably better. I find myself smiling more and being nicer to everyone. She makes me be and want to be a better person.“Matt?”I shake my head, turn my chair and there I see her. Radiant, beautiful and perfect, stopped at the door with her smile on her face and her bright green eyes, lo
Stephanie Toussaint.Christian’s question stuck in my soul. Damn kids! I forgot how cruel they can be to those who are different from them. Thank God, I have never had these types of problems with the girls, since they know how to defend themselves. Most likely, if they were here, they would take revenge on the children who made Christian suffer.I hug him tighter, protecting him against my chest. I look up and tell Enzo, “Call Matt. He has to know this.”He sighs, nods silently, takes out his cell phone and calls Matt. The director quickly approaches me, saying, “But Mrs. Toussaint, there is no need to bother Matt with this.”I frown, enraged, as I say, “Are you serious? You, being an educator, don’t you consider this to be serious? That children tell him this is not childish or something about age. This makes up school abuse. I presume you have protocols to address these types of situations. Right?”The director widens his eyes and stammers a “Yes.”“Do you mind explaining them to m
Stephanie Toussaint.After the conversation I had with Matt, about what almost happened to him, and adding the stupid pregnancy hormones to that, I felt more confused than ever. It’s as if the years had not passed and the butterflies that I feel every time he is around have been reactivated.After I got home, I went out with Enzo to have our love affair. And as always, it was great. However, the little voice in the back of my head kept telling me how much I would like to feel Matt’s lips on mine again. What? What the fuck am I thinking? Get out of there, Stephanie! It’s just the hormones making me hornier than usual.I sigh, thinking about all this, as I look out the car window. “Babe, we’re here.” Enzo’s husky and velvety voice interrupts my thoughts.I look around and realize that we are indeed already at Saint George’s School. We get off. Enzo takes my hand, and we enter the building.It has ancient architecture, with fine finishes. In the hallways, you can see some children from a