Camila POV I couldn’t shake off the feeling of Matthew’s fingers on my skin as we drove away from the school. We didn’t speak, the silence between us thick with tension. I stared out the window in attempt to distract myself, but I kept having flashes of our little moment. Does it mean he has feelings for me? Because clearly he was carried away by the hit of the moment. I screamed inwardly, frustrated. Every time I tried or thought I have figured him out, he comes up with a new and heart wrecking behavior. Matthew’s phone buzzed, breaking their silence. He glanced at the screen, then quickly answered the call through the Bluetooth in his ear. “Don.” His voice firm. I turned to him, curious. I wondered what he’s going to report back to Marco. “Yes, I’ve got her.” Matthew said, his eyes flicking to me before returning to the road. “Yes, Don.” Immediately, he hanged up the call, he turned on a different direction that is clearly not heading home. “Where are we going?” I a
Camila p.o.v“Where are you.” I choose to ignore the message glaring at me. I've received tons of missed calls and messages from this same person.The man I've grown to love with every fiber in my being, it stared as plain admiration and flared into fully grown love.Matthew, yes him.I want to be alone to process my thoughts, I've had feelings for Matthew since I was sixteen. My heart picks him, since I was little, I've always had him in my heart, yet he doesn't seem to notice.He's here to pick me up from school as usual, but must be pissed and worried as he couldn't find me. I had replied one of his messages telling him I needed to be left alone, but he's not having it and kept on blaring my phone with messages and calls.'I'M TRACKING YOU." He threatened.No! That's not an empty threat, he meant what he said, he has done it before, and he will do it again. Again, I chose to ign
Camila POV “Ow!” I colluded with Matthew’s broad back, it wasn't intentional. I wasn’t paying attention, looking around I noticed we are in the parking lot. No, not the regular school parking lot, but the reserved car park for professors. Yeah, that’s one of the reasons the other students calls me a spoilt brat. Matthew turned around, I step back feeling dazed “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking.” I quickly recovered. I shook my head, trying to clear it off the cobwebs. I tried walking around to enter the car, but he gripped my right arm holding back from moving away. “You were ignoring me.” He stated. He knew I was ignoring him, I mean it was quite obvious and for obvious reasons. His hold on my arm was doing dirty to my head, my mind was messy as all I could think of is how his touch wakes up every nerve in my body. I shook my head inwardly and tri
Camila POVI couldn’t shake off the feeling of Matthew’s fingers on my skin as we drove away from the school. We didn’t speak, the silence between us thick with tension.I stared out the window in attempt to distract myself, but I kept having flashes of our little moment.Does it mean he has feelings for me? Because clearly he was carried away by the hit of the moment. I screamed inwardly, frustrated. Every time I tried or thought I have figured him out, he comes up with a new and heart wrecking behavior.Matthew’s phone buzzed, breaking their silence. He glanced at the screen, then quickly answered the call through the Bluetooth in his ear.“Don.” His voice firm.I turned to him, curious. I wondered what he’s going to report back to Marco.“Yes, I’ve got her.” Matthew said, his eyes flicking to me before returning to the road. “Yes, Don.”Immediately, he hanged up the call, he turned on a differe
Blurb. Adriano and Melanie's love seem impossible, just like what fire feels towards water. Yes! Fire and Ice. Black and White, and sun and moon. When they say opposite attracts, that the case for this innocent and fragile nurse and the ruthless and merciless Mafia man. However, Adriano love for Melanie seems like the most unshakable and indestructible thing in the world. He could turn the world upside down for his little woman. Just like the rest of the Alfonso men, they love their women, as if they are the air the breath. Join Melanie on her journey with this adamant and overprotective Mafia man.Chapter 1Melanie p.o.vIt’s a sunny day and also a good day today for me, I turned twenty-one today. So you can imagine the excitement, I woke up with so much positivity and I intend to stay that way all through today.“Hi, Luke.” I greet, standing beside my little patient. Luke is an eight-year-old, who just got a heart transplant done.He hasn’t noticed me yet, too busy with his
Melanie p.o.vThe van ride to a stop and we alighted the van, I was met with a view that left me breathless. I felt a sense of awe at the sprawling mansion standing proudly under the sun.The two-story estate was a masterpiece of modern luxury, with clean lines, high ceilings and expansive windows that seemed to stretch on. The exterior was clad in warm, honey-colored stone, complemented by rich wood and meticulously manicured lawns.A circular driveway made of polished black stone swept up to the entrance, where a pair of imposing wooden doors stood guard. The surrounding grounds were immaculately landscaped, with perfectly trimmed hedges and a sprinkling green garden adding a touch of vibrancy to the scene.“Wow.” I whispered.I felt a lot out of my depth as I gaze up at the grandeur of the mansion. Who lives here? Obviously a filthy billionaire, I shrug.“Come along.” The guard’s voice cut into my thoughts. “We
Melanie p.o.v I let out a sigh of relief as Dr. Danny finally managed to revive the man. His chest began to rise and fall with shallow breaths, and a faint pulse returned to his wrist. I had been worried that we would lose him, especially with the mysterious voice from the darkness urging Dr. Danny to hurry up. As the man's eyelids fluttered open, I could see the pain and confusion etched on his face. He was barely conscious, his gaze drifting in and out of focus. Suddenly, the voice from the darkness spoke up, its tone cold and menacing. "Enough. He's alive. Now, let's get what we came for." A figure emerged from the shadows, his features still obscured by the dim lighting. He approached the bed, his eyes fixed intently on the wounded man. "Tell me, Marcus," the mysterious man said, his voice dripping with malice. "Where is the package?" Marcus's eyes rolled
Melanie p.o.v I groggily opened my eyes to the sound of the basement door creaking open. Last night had been a blur of fitful dozing, my exhaustion warring with my determination to stay vigilant. But despite my best efforts, sleep had eventually claimed me. As I sat up straight, rubbing the stiffness from my neck, a woman in a crisp maid's uniform descended the stairs. "Good morning." The woman greeted with a warm smile, her eyes flicked toward me briefly. She carried a tray laden with steaming dishes, which she carefully set on the small table in front of me. The aroma of freshly brewed hot chocolate and scrambled eggs wafted up, stirring my hunger. Hot chocolate! My throat instantly waters, that's my favorite drink. What a coincidence that they would serve me that. I thought to myself. "Breakfast," she announced, her voice soft and detached.