I am standing outside Papa’s hospital room, praying and hoping for him to get better.
“Mama is papa going to be okay?” I ask with tears running down my face.
“Yes, honey, all we have to do is pray and hope for the best. Baby girl you don’t have to cry anymore, papa is going to be fine,” Mama says, picking me up off the ground and placing me on her hip while hugging me close to her.
“Why is mio angioletto (my little angel) crying?” My uncle Carlos says.
“Uncle Carlos!” I say quickly getting down from mama’s hip.
“Uncle Carlos, why is daddy not waking up?” I say hugging him tightly.
“Don’t worry little one, everything is going to be fine.”
“Camilla, what happened?”
“We were celebrating Val’s fifth birthday party when gunshots were fired from nowhere. They were aiming for Val, but Marcus got in the way and save
10 YEARS LATER It’s been ten years since the war. Apparently, Carlos was making sense the day we were fighting. He is not related to my father in anyway, for which I am grateful. He is the son of my paternal grandfather’s enemy. My paternal grandfather killed Carlos’ father and carried Carlos away when he was a baby. He raised him but never told him about his true identity, but it seems he found out. He became angry and decided to finish what his father started according to him, but we all know where he ended. Enzo and I have never been happier in our lives. We have four beautiful children. Stefano, Thomas, Aurora, and Melissa. Enzo loves his children more than anything in the world. Enzo and I moved to Italy after his father retired. Life in Italy is beautiful. Our children are the best thing that ever happened to us. Stefano is nine years old; he is a replica of his father but has the character of both his parents. He is tall, has green eye
I am waiting in a room full of potential applicants—a few who look like strippers—all with the hope of getting the job. I wonder why they come dressed half naked. Is seduction the only way they think they can get the job? Why do some women think so little of themselves? I pray the boss is not like all those bosses who are looking for a personal assistant who helps in other areas like his bedroom, if you know what I mean. A few others dressed more professional than me look like they have been in this profession far longer than I have. It’s making me feel unqualified with my MBA right now.I was eager to get this job because the money would help my mama and I. Being a single mother is never easy, but she pulled it off. She brought me up in the best way possible. I never really got to know who my father is or where he is from because every time I ask mama about my father, she tells me that he was a one-night stand. And while I believed there was
I am in the queue at Starbucks to get coffee for the devil himself. I get black with no sugar as he said. I arrive at the company building at 8:54am. I walk straight from the elevator to my office. It is a professional beauty, plain brown with beige walls.I knock on his door at 9:00a.m. Sharp and wait for a response. After a few seconds, I hear ‘come in.’ I walk in and see him sitting at his desk with his hands crossed over his chest.‘‘Morning, Sir. Your coffee," I say as I hand over the coffee. He takes it and puts it on that classy table of his."How are you, Bella (beautiful)?""I am fine, thank you," I say, and he does not say anything after that. I decide to leave. While turning the doorknob, I hear him speak."Bella," he says, calling me back."Sir?""There are some papers you need to sign as my personal assistant. Have a seat. I will get them for you."I sit down while he brings out a paper. I read the paper and it
One month has gone by since I started working here and trust me it's been hell.Nothing I ever do is right. I either forget to fax a file to someone, or I got the wrong number. Let’s not even talk about the coffee. It’s either too hot, too cold or just horrible. He is a severe pain in the ass. I wish my boss could be someone with a heart, not the devil in human form.My phone vibrates, I look to check what he wants now, but I am surprised when I see it’s a text from my bank saying $5000 has been put into my account by Enzo. I am amazed he is paying me so well. It’s almost worth him making my life a living hell while working for him.I look at the time and it is time for lunch. I am in the elevator on my way to get myself some lunch when I hear my phone ringing.“Hello, sir, what can I help you with.”“I need you in my office now,” he says loud and clear in my ears while he hangs up before I can say anything.I walk towards his office and knock on
I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I look for the phone on the nightstand and switch off the alarm. I get up from my bed using all the strength I have and walk straight to the bathroom to get ready for today’s trip. I have a good feeling that it’s going to be fun.Once done in the bathroom, I walk over to my closet to pick what to wear. I am wearing a black sweater, storm grey jeans, black flat shoes and a matching handbag with my shades on top. I love travelling comfortably. I walk downstairs to make breakfast for mama. I will have to break the news to her that I am going to the one place she has forbidden me to go. I don’t know the reason why, but I pray she won’t be upset.I step into the kitchen and get the ingredients from the cupboard. I mix flour, egg and milk with a little sugar. I set the frying pan to start the pancakes, when mama walks downstairs looking like the happiest person in the world. She pecks me on both cheeks before she sits down and ask
He smiles and hugs me back. How I have missed him! “How are you? How long has it been since I saw you? I missed you so much; even mama misses you too.” I say releasing him from our hug. “I am fine, and I don’t know how long it has been since I last saw you, but I missed you too,” William says. I am about to talk when I hear someone clearing their throat behind me. I look up and see Lorenzo looking at me as if I did a despicable thing by saying ‘hi’ to William. His hand goes around my waist like we are a couple; and he smiles at William, but it’s not a genuine smile. “It seems you and my personal assistant have met before, which I don’t like very much,” he says, not even caring that William is standing right in front of us. I remove his hands from around my waist. “William and I are friends, we went to the same university. I don’t understand what you mean by you don’t like him. It’s not like me being friends with him is any of your business. Is
I woke up this morning with a killing headache from all the crying. I walk to the bathroom to do my morning routine. When I have finished taking a shower, I stand in front of the mirror to look at my reflection. I look like dead meat. I tell myself I must stop crying every day because of that asshole. He is not worth my tears. I have to prove to him that he can’t control my life. I have to be very strong. If not, he will know he is getting to me. I have to prove him wrong. Once I walk out of this hotel, I intend looking like the happiest person on this planet and not just my usual self. I am going to put on some makeup to make myself feel good and put the most elegant clothes on. I think it’s high time I stop letting him always win and walk all over me like he owns me. I need to stand up for myself or this terror will never end. I step out of the bathroom to get ready for today; I have a feeling today is going to be good and hopefully work in my favour.I ha
I wake up with the sun kissing my face. I am so happy today is Saturday, no work for me today. I pick up my phone to check the time; it’s just 9:00a.m. That means I still have a lot of time before Enzo’s mom comes by. Last night she called me and told me she would be coming by at 1 p.m. to take me around the city. I am so happy; I can’t wait. I walk out of bed and go straight to the kitchen to make some breakfast.I put my phone on to play music while I am making breakfast. I am dancing to Swalla by Jason Derulo ft. Nicki Minaj and Ty Dollar $ign. I turn around; I am startled by what I see in front of me. A shirtless Enzo is sitting on the stool in the kitchen drinking water like it’s a regular thing to be shirtless in the kitchen. For God’s sake, does this man not know he is sexy, and it’s not right to show off his sexy body when I can’t even allow myself to look for too long...‘It’s not fair’ I whine to my
10 YEARS LATER It’s been ten years since the war. Apparently, Carlos was making sense the day we were fighting. He is not related to my father in anyway, for which I am grateful. He is the son of my paternal grandfather’s enemy. My paternal grandfather killed Carlos’ father and carried Carlos away when he was a baby. He raised him but never told him about his true identity, but it seems he found out. He became angry and decided to finish what his father started according to him, but we all know where he ended. Enzo and I have never been happier in our lives. We have four beautiful children. Stefano, Thomas, Aurora, and Melissa. Enzo loves his children more than anything in the world. Enzo and I moved to Italy after his father retired. Life in Italy is beautiful. Our children are the best thing that ever happened to us. Stefano is nine years old; he is a replica of his father but has the character of both his parents. He is tall, has green eye
I amstanding outside Papa’s hospital room, praying and hoping for him to get better. “Mama is papa going to be okay?” I ask with tears running down my face. “Yes, honey, all we have to do is pray and hope for the best. Baby girl you don’t have to cry anymore, papa is going to be fine,” Mama says, picking me up off the ground and placing me on her hip while hugging me close to her. “Why is mio angioletto (my little angel) crying?” My uncle Carlos says. “Uncle Carlos!” I say quickly getting down from mama’s hip. “Uncle Carlos, why is daddy not waking up?” I say hugging him tightly. “Don’t worry little one, everything is going to be fine.” “Camilla, what happened?” “We were celebrating Val’s fifth birthday party when gunshots were fired from nowhere. They were aiming for Val, but Marcus got in the way and save
The next morning I wake up at half past noon. I am not surprised, I was exhausted. I walk out of our bedroom to find Enzo. I see him in the study.“How was your night, amore,” I say stepping into the study.“It was good, mi amore, and I am guessing yours was as well, looking at the time you are waking up,” Enzo says kissing my forehead.“You are right. I wanted to tell you that I will be going out with Joan to show her around Sicily,” I say smiling while I sit down.“Okay, just keep me updated if anything happens.”“I will, amore.”“I will be going to Spain with William.”“Alright, be safe and keep me updated too on how things go over there,” I say, standing up from the chair to take my leave.“I will,Bella”“Have you had breakfast?” I say before stepping out the door.“No,” Enzo s
“I missed you all, did you guys miss me? By the look on your faces I guess not.” Carlos says with a fake smile on his face.“What are you doing here?” I say with venom dripping from my voice.“Hello, my beautiful niece, did you miss your favourite uncle?” he says, stepping forward, but before he can reach me Enzo steps in front of me.“Don’t even think about taking another step closer to her.” Enzo says with pure hatred in his voice. I step beside him to calm him down before he blows Carlos’s head off.“Whoa! I mean no harm.” he says like he actually means it.“Keep telling that to yourself, we both know that’s a lie,” I say while glaring at him.“What are you even doing here? Because, I don’t remember inviting you.”Enzo says.“I don’t need an invitation; I am family after all.”“You are not family
It’s Friday, one more day to the ball I have been planning for a week. Everything is ready for the ball. The only thing missing is the dress I am going to wear, and that’s why the girls and I are going shopping later this afternoon. I finish with all the last minute arrangements at the hall before I take my car to meet the girls at the mall. I am meeting up with Sofia, Joan and Victoria. It feels so good to have a car now; it makes moving around so much easier.I arrive at the mall and walk to the store where Sofia said they are at. I say hi to the girls before taking a seat to rest a little before I start the search for the perfect dress.I have been to five different stores, and so far I have not found ‘The one’ like Victoria likes to say. We enter a new shop; I see the dress I have been looking the whole time. I ask the shop attendant to get me the dress to try it on. I try it on, and it fits perfectly. After trying on the dr
The next morning I get up early. I shower and walk downstairs for breakfast. I am dressed in a grey coast scoop dress. I am carrying a white leather tote bag. I am wearing a pair of blackmail bomb heels, with aviator sunglasses. I remove my heels and wear my sandals since I am walking to Enzo’s parent’s place, which is just four blocks away from mine.I arrive at Enzo’s house and I put my heels back on before ringing the doorbell. The maid opens the door and asks me who I am before letting me in. I tell her my name, and she lets me in. She says Enzo is waiting for me in his bedroom, to which she gives me directions. On my way to his bedroom I say hi to Mr and Mrs Costanzo. I knock on Enzo’s door, but the only sound I hear is water running. I enter and decide to wait for him guessing he is showering. I am going through my phone while I am waiting for him. He walks out of the bathroom with only his boxers on, looking amazing as always. I speak up to redu
I wake up with someone's arms around my body. I get more comfortable knowing its Enzo. Then I remember that I am in his house, not my father's house. I can't imagine how worried my family is going to be when they wake up and find out I am not there. I get up and look for my phone to call mama so she won't be concerned, but my morning could not get any more difficult. I pick up my phone and see its dead. I must have forgotten to charge it last night. I will just get home before she wakes up. I have to wake Enzo so we can leave before anyone notices I am not home."Baby, baby, baby.""Mmmmm.""We have to leave before someone notices I am not at home," I say, but it is like I am talking to a wall because Enzo only gets more comfortable on the bed."ENZO WAKE UP," I say shouting into his ears."WHAT," Enzo says, picking up his gun from his side table that he kept incase of an emergency."Oh, it's you, mi amore," he says putting the gun back down."What
“I missed you guys so much, but I don’t understand how you guys are alive. I watched you both die in my arms. That was the worst day of my life,” I say still holding tight to my brother's hands.“We will explain everything later. But first we eat and entertain the guests that should be here any minute,” papa says.As soon as papa finishes speaking, Vanessa comes to announce that the guests are here. The family that walks into the living room just made this whole night a lot more exciting and confusing, when Enzo and his entire family walk in. The surprise on our faces could not be faked—but only between us children—as our parents don’t look fazed by anything that is happening. I am already shocked to see my brother and father, who I thought were dead, alive today. And now I am finding out that my family knows Enzo’s family, but the big question is how? Because even though some of my memory is back, it’s still
The next morning Enzo drops me off at home before going to work. He promised to pick me up in the afternoon so we could go and check out the site for the restaurant. I walk into the house straight to the kitchen, because Enzo was in a hurry so we did not have breakfast. I sit on the stool to try and think of what to eat when another thought occupies my mind.Sometimes I feel like the things happening in my life right now are not real. Like I am imagining all these beautiful things happening to me right now. The one man in my life I would have never expected to make me so happy is the same man making my life’s dream come true. This side of Enzo I am seeing is making it very hard for me not to fall in love with him. I know that I have stronger feelings for him, and I can’t even explain what I feel anymore. But the main question here is, do I love Enzo? Funnily enough, I do not know the answer to that question. But I have a feeling I will be able to answer that soon.