Ava p.o.vThree years later.I woke up with a dormat pain wrapped around my abdomen, I groan knowing I have to deal with it for some moment. The first time I felt this kind of pain, I freaked out. I thought I was losing this baby as well, I alarmed Vince foolishly thinking he could give me some reassurance, but that man freaked out more than I did. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Baby I'm so sorry, tell me what should I do." I couldn't resist laughing at the memory.We went to the hospital and our doctor confirm it's was normal to feel such pains, as I was close to my due date. I still remembered Vince disturbed face, he made himself clear that he doesn't like the fact that I have to be in pains, and ask the doctor if he can stop the pain.He cursed at himself when the doctor told him No. Vince made it his mission to be personal bodyguard and Nanny, he's around me everytime and everywhere, his figure looming over me like a shadow. I thought I was going to hate his overprotectiveness, but surpri
Ava p.o.vEleven years later.The door burst open with force, followed by a couple of footsteps, then the door slammed shot with an alarming forced. The resounding sound bounced off the walls, I wasn't startled but others in the kitchen were, especially the kids.Luciano, who was playing a video game on his tablet. Camila, who was flipping through some fashion magazine, she's going to be the fashion icon in the house and my eight year old daughter, Isabella. Camila and Isabella has grown closed over the years, since Camila can only talk to Isabella about girly stuff.And there is eight year old Marcello, bugging his Mom to give him food, Yeap, he's the foodie. As clichè as it may sound, Tricia and I got pregnant the same year and gave birth the same year as well, but Isabella is just a month older than Marcello.And Aurelio, Valarie and Dante's one year old baby boy, who by the way was sleeping peacefully on his mom's lap before the sudden disturbance. I took a glance over my shoulde
The Mafia Don's Wife.Sequel to Claimed By The Don is out please do well to check it out.Zoey p.o.v"You will find a replacement for her," he instructed. If I was scared of what this meeting was about, it save to tell you. I am paralyzed. These words didn't come that much of a shock to me. I kept telling myself the possibility of him kicking me out of the company. "But....." I held Mrs. Rose's hand stopped from pleading on my behalf. I might not be rich, and as much as I need this job to support my mom with our expenses. I have my pride too, a pride I need to keep intact. I refuse to bow down to a low-brainer guy for kicking me out of his company over our past. I was no longer the teenage push-over girl I was once upon a time. I am strong, confident and capable of facing my problems heads on. I turned on my heels and made my way to the door. I swung it open only to see two men in black suits and black glasses blocking the way. "I haven't allowed you to leave yet," Marco spoke
Zoey p.o.v"As the darkness passes to a glorious morning, dear God go with me everywhere and let your blessings be upon me. Amen." I said a quick prayer and did the cross sign. I picked up my phone from the night stand and unlocked it. As always, there is a message waiting to be read. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY LOVE. It reads. From a hidden number. This has always happened on my birthday every year, for a couple of years now. I have stopped letting it disturb my peace of mind. I pick myself up from my bed and head to the restroom to get ready for work. It's still early. I might as well take my time while getting ready. "Good morning, mom." I greeted my mother as I entered the kitchen. I kissed her on both cheeks."Good morning, my dear." I bent down a little for her to place a kiss on my head. "Do you have to go to the office today?" Mom whines, childishly pouting her lips. "Of course, mom. If it were up to me, I would stay home and spend the day with you. But I'm helpless." I shrugged
Zoey P.o.vMy entire being was paralyzed, everything and everyone faded away. Was time paused? Or is it just me? I didn't know if I should react or not. I don't know if he even wanted to acknowledge me. Should I pretend that we are strangers? But how can I, after all those years we spent together? How can I pretend that it didn't happen? How can I forget how he dumped me? Our beautiful and memorable time didn't happen. Only God knows how I survived the heartbreak he caused me. My ex-boyfriend. The man of my dream, the guy I thought I would spend my forever with. The same guy that tore my dreams and killed my spirit, he broke my heart in the most brutal way. Marco Alfonso, yes, the same Marco Alfonso that runs the biggest Italian mafia. He is the one standing before me. "Zoey." Luckily, Sophia snapped me out of the daze. I was the first to break the stare, I'm not going to let him see me weak. "Are you okay, you've suddenly gone paled." May asked, concern dripping from her tone.
Zoey p.o.vI woke up this morning with zero interest in going to work today, after what happened yesterday. The most annoying part was that he is our boss. I just hope we won't be crossing parts which are highly impossible. With the number of floors and employees the company has, and with his disinterest in me. Of course, we won't be crossing parts. That is if he hasn't ordered a dismissal letter. I reluctantly got up from bed, to start up my day. I have to move on with life. "Zoey, I'm off. Breakfast is on the table, make sure to eat before you leave." Mom called from the living area. "Okay mom, love you." I called back. "Love you too darling." she said, the sound of the door slamming shut announced her departure. I sighed and went to the bathroom. "Good morning, miss Zoey." Brett greeted me with his constant smile on. I replied with a weak smile, not in a good mood today. He opened the door for me, giving a wary look. I ignored him and made my way through, stopping by Sophia
Zoey p.o.v"You will find a replacement for her," he instructed. If I was scared of what this meeting was about, it save to tell you. I am paralyzed. These words didn't come that much of a shock to me. I kept telling myself the possibility of him kicking me out of the company. "But....." I held Mrs. Rose's hand stopped from pleading on my behalf. I might not be rich, and as much as I need this job to support my mom with our expenses. I have my pride too, a pride I need to keep intact. I refuse to bow down to a low-brainer guy for kicking me out of his company over our past. I was no longer the teenage push-over girl I was once upon a time. I am strong, confident and capable of facing my problems heads on. I turned on my heels and made my way to the door. I swung it open only to see two men in black suits and black glasses blocking the way. "I haven't allowed you to leave yet," Marco spoke. I faced him, the anger I was feeling must be very obvious in my face. "Why?" I am fuming,
Zoey p.o.v"There is a laptop filled with everything, watch a movie or surf the internet. Anything you want and need is there." He hissed. My eyes widened in shock and my mouth fell open, even my brain froze for a second and I found it difficult to comprehend what left his luscious plum lips.Did I just think about his lips? Ugh, focus brain. "What?" I yelled, unintentionally. He didn't flinch or react to my unexpected outburst. "What do you mean by watch a movie? How do I get paid for watching movies? Who in their right state of mind would do that?" I shook my head. "I will, I will pay you for sleeping, eating, anything." He declared. He has gone mad, that's a fact. But I'm not here to deal with his unrealistic and unreasonable words. I am here for work and that is what I will do. If not, I'm out of here. "Listen, I don't know what you are playing at, but I won't sit here and do nothing. If I am here, then I would be working. So either you give me something to do or let me the