It's been a while since Ayla and I talked. I was happy that I was able to cause a rift between her and Jaxon but I didn't expect that she'd shut me out of her life and snub me for this long. I can't deny the fact that I was sad when I saw her looking so unlike herself, she's trying to deny the feelings that's obvious that she has for Jaxon . As much as I love her and want her to be truly happy with the love of her life, I dare not betray her father or allow my emotions get in the way of my mission.The head maid has been assigning more duties to me than usual, and I understand that it's because she's jealous that I'm close to our boss. I can't wait for Ayla to stop treating me like the other maids, then I'll deal with all the maids that laughed at me when I was working and I'll make sure that I talk Ayla into talking to that bastard and idiotic head maid, but I was devastated and shocked when she didn't call for me after she settled her fight with Jaxon .I just hope that she doesn
"Thought you said that you won't be able to come here?" Jaxon asked as he held my hand, kissing it before he looked at me and shook his head gently."It seems you were expecting me to come, considering the fact that you came here alone" I teased while he chuckled as he pulled off his blazer."Something in me just told me that you'll come here" he shrugged as he put the blazer on me."Jaxon , I'm not cold" I said with an eye roll."I'm not blind but I can't have you walking around this place in this lingerie you call a dress. Your body should be seen by me alone, I don't like it when people look at things that belong to me, it makes me feel some how" he groaned as he ruffled his hair, he placed his hand on my back and helped me to sit with his hand still on my back. I smiled at how he glared at other men staring at me."There's nothing wrong with this dress, you're just being skeptical. You don't expect me to dress in a sack bag here right" I snorted."With this body of yours, I think
Today has to be the worst and happiest day of my life, I can't imagine that a woman has the audacity to stand me up in an event, no one has ever done that to me not even my father, I have always been the one commanding respect from people an standing them up, no one has ever returned the favor until today.I had no other choice than to call my wife, the woman the familia forced me to get married to, a woman who's obsessed with how hot I look, a woman who'll stop at nothing to make me hers even though we both know that’s an impossible mission, a woman who I only make love to because the familia needs the children, a woman who married me out of her greed for power, wealth and fame.My kids and I don't like her, and we never fail to show it to her. Sometimes, I wonder if she's worthy of being loved or I'm the one that's not capable of loving someone but I know that I love my kids, they're my world and everything I could ever wish for.That night with Anne changed me and I knew it, I coul
“I’m sorry, sir.”I looked down at the girl before me. She watched me with huge blue eyes and parted lips. Then I realized who the girl was Ayla Rizzo, my future wife.I stared, beside me, Felix was holding back laughter, but I wasn’t close to fucking amusement. The woman—the girl—who would become my wife in less than three months had just called me “sir.”My eyes raked over her body, taking in her bare feet, slender legs, ugly denim dress, and the flowery atrocity she wore as a top. Finally, my eyes settled on her face. She still had bangs, but the rest of her hair was long and wavy, trailing down her bare shoulders.She raised her eyes when I didn’t make a move to let her pass and stiffened, obviously surprised by my unwavering attention.I had to admit that the bangs didn’t look half bad. She was very pretty. A lovely girl. That was the problem. Dressed as she was, she looked like a teenage girl, not a woman—definitely not a wife and mother.She touched her bangs with shaking fin
I was still shaking when I entered my bedroom after my first encounter with Jaxon . He had been intense and cold, not to mention dominant. Ordering me to change my wardrobe? How dare he?“There you are! Where have you been?” Mom asked, ushering me toward my walk-in closet. “We need to get you ready. For God’s sake, Ayla , what are you wearing?”She tugged at my clothes until I started undressing, still in a trance. Mom gave me a curious look. “What’s with you?”“Nothing,” I said quietly.Mom turned to the selection of dresses she must have spread out on the bench before I’d arrived. “I can’t believe you don’t own a single decent dress.”I’d always avoided going to official events because I hated the insincere schmoozing and backstabbing attitude of those who attended them. “What’s wrong with the dresses I own?”Mom had chosen the three least quirky dresses from my collection. All of them were in my favorite retro Audrey Hepburn style. She picked up a sky-blue dress with white dots. “D
The four months until November flew by—an endless row of sleepless nights, teary tantrums, and hard workdays.On the morning of my bachelor night, I squatted in front of Lisa . He was staring down at the iPad, watching a series he liked. His hair was tousled in the front and knotted in the back, but he refused to let Sybil comb it. I hadn’t had the patience to hold him while she did it. We’d have to buzz it short once the wedding was over. “Lisa , I need to talk to you.”He didn’t look up. I reached for the iPad, but he twisted around. “Give it to me.”His small shoulders rounded in. It was his only reaction. I grabbed the device and pulled it away. “Soon someone will move in with us. She’ll be your new mom. She’ll take care of you and Hailey .”Lisa ’s face scrunched up, and he threw himself at me, pummeling my legs with his little fists. “That’s enough,” I thundered, grabbing his arms.My anger disappeared seeing tears running down his face. “Lisa .”I tried to hug him to my chest,
I waited at the front of the church for Ayla . Felix stood to my right and across from him waited one of Ayla ’s friends, who looked awfully young. A reminder of my own future wife’s age.When the music started, I turned my attention to the entrance of the church where Felix entered with Ayla at his side. She was dressed in an elegant long white dress with a long-sleeved lace top. Her hair was pulled up, except for her bangs.She was smiling slightly as her father led her toward me, but her tension was unmistakable. When she arrived in front of me, I noticed the small sunflowers woven into her hair and bridal bouquet. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment I caught the hint of defiance in them, surprising me. Then her father handed her to me, and Ayla became tenser, her smile wavering.She looked marginally older thanks to the makeup and her elegant dress. Still, her fine-boned, clammy hand in mine and the innocence in her eyes reminded me of her age.Despite her youth, she kept her h
After the dance with my brother, I wanted nothing more than to find a quiet corner to get a grip, but Jaxon ’s father limped toward me.I gave him a smile as my brother slinked away after a curt nod. Mr. Moretti held out his hand. “Will you give this old man the honor of dancing with the bride?”“Of course, Mr. Moretti,” I said with a small curtsy.“Mansueto, please. We’re family now.”I nodded and took his hand, wondering how this was going to work with his cane. He smiled wistfully. “We’ll have to dance in one spot if you’re all right with that, young lady.”Again, I nodded and stepped a bit closer. He handed his cane to a man I didn’t know and lightly touched my back. Then we began to sway to the music.“You’re very quiet. From what I hear, you’re not a quiet girl.”My cheeks heated, wondering who had given him that piece of information. Christian? Definitely not my mother.Mansueto’s eyes were kind, but like his son, his reputation was chilling. “My son’s reputation makes me proud