“I’m taking Kevin upstairs to my room so he can sleep more comfortably. I’m sure you haven’t prepared a room for him yet.” Moira carried Kevin up the stairs. Skinner simply nodded and watched her until she disappeared from sight.
The moment she opened the door to her room, Moira saw a package lying on her bed. She remembered Angelo mentioning it. After putting Kevin down, she quickly opened the package and was pleasantly surprised by the contents. Angelo had returned her smartphone and laptop; a sticky note stuck on the phone said, Use it wisely and it was signed only with a smiley face.
Moira chuckled when she saw the note; she could not picture Angelo being so light-hearted. She wondered if it really was him who had handwritten the note and drew the funny face. Perhaps he’s just a man after all; Moira thought and let out a giggle.
Her brief jovial mood was ruined by the sight of little Kevin who
For the first time since Moira came to Angelo Manzini’s mansion, Angelo returned home on Friday night, breaking what Moira believed was some sort of mysterious tradition that was somehow connected to the mafia boss’s ‘shrine room’.“Come in, it’s open.” Moira responded to a knock on her door, assuming it was Skinner coming to check on Kevin. It was about 9:30PM and she was on her laptop, catching up on that she’d missed on social media and the news in general; Kevin sound asleep across the room on the sleeper sofa.“Good, you’re still awake. I was hoping I didn’t have to wake you up.” Angelo said, sticking his head first before entering. “Skinner told me you had trouble getting Kevin to sleep in his own room. I had to come and check on him just to be sure he’s OK.”“Yeah, some fight the little guy put up. I had to step i
When one stands up to a tyrant and gives him a piece of one’s mind, one expects the tyrant to hit back where it really hurts; not only to set an example but also to flex his muscle. That was exactly what Moira expected following her impromptu rant in Angelo’s face.The very next morning, Angelo took Kevin away without explaining where he was taking him. Moira couldn’t even press him for an explanation for fear of making the situation even worse. She couldn’t ask Skinner about it either, considering how their discussion ended the previous day. Tension suddenly returned to the mansion with a vengeance and all week, fear induced all sorts of wild imaginations in Moira’s head.What if Angelo took Kevin away so the boy wouldn’t witness my grisly murder? What if Angelo and Skinner are planning to rape and then kill me, now that Kevin is out of the way? What if…“Boss sa
“Pardon me, Sister Gustav but I’m a little confused. What kind of facility do you run here?” Moira held onto the door handle once they were inside the building; forcing the nun, who was still tugging her by the hand, to stop and turn around.“Didn’t Angelo tell you where he was taking you?” Sister Gustav smiled as she patted Moira’s arm. “This is a privately run orphanage, CHANCES… I named it myself when we started the project.”“And you run it? Is it part of your church program or something?” Moira wouldn’t let go of the door handle despite Sister Gustav’s gentle tugs on her other arm.“You have no idea about this place at all, do you? I just assumed that since Angelo brought you, you already knew.” Sister Gustav finally let go of Moira’s hand.“Knew what? I hope you’re not using these
The rest of the weekend, Moira secretly scrutinised the goings on at CHANCES orphanage, particularly how Angelo and Sister Gustav related with the children. It was almost unbelievable to her that the two were genuinely into helping the kids with no hidden agenda.However, reality seemed to be proving her wrong. All she saw throughout the weekend was a bunch of happy kids who were genuinely thrilled to see a man they seemed to adore; and a nun whom they respected for taking good care of them daily. But above all, Moira fell in love with the kids and the orphanage itself, so much that when Sunday finally came and it was time to return to Angelo’s mansion, it was difficult for her to leave.“Why don’t you just stay there full time?” Moira asked as they pulled into the driveway back at the mansion.“I can’t. I have work demands during the week and I don’t want them to interfere with
Moira’s special treats completely transformed the weekends at CHANCES. By the third weekend of her mouth-watering pastry treats, not only the kids were looking forwards to her and Angelo’s arrival on Friday afternoon, even sister Gustav was counting down hours and minutes to their arrival. Moira became the new darling; loved by all at CHANCES not just for her pastries but for her many other little surprises that she kept rolling out for the kids.“I always knew there was something missing in Angelo’s life. There is a lot he has been holding back until now. Thank you for making him a better man.” Sister Gustav said as she helped Moira prepare a special Sunday lunch.“Don’t you think you’re giving me a little too much credit? You know Angelo does exactly what Angelo wants to do. He is who he is at any particular time because that’s who he wants to be; I’ll not take credit or responsib
It’s sometimes easy to conceal and suppress infant feelings that develop within the heart. But when a third party, or the one for whom the feelings are developing, notices what’s supposed to be hidden deep within the heart, that’s exactly when the proverbial cat is said to be out of the bag.For Moira Viscoli, this little situation affected her on both sides of the coin. Though she was shocked to learn that there were such clear signs of Angelo’s interest in her, she also became worried that her own secret feelings would also come to the fore soon. To her, entertaining even remote admiration thoughts of Angelo was like selling out her own soul. She preferred to believe that her admiration was only temporary; emanating from the shock of finding out about a few of his good deeds.But as they say, feelings have a mind of their own. And Moira, despite her dogmatic dislike for the ill-reputed Angelo Manzini, was about to f
Despite how much she tried avoiding it, Moira had to admit that she had misjudged Angelo’s character based on hear-say. The wisdom in Sister Gustav’s words of advice suddenly became apparent upon that admission.… remove those blinkers from your eyes so you can start seeing him for who he really is…, Moira realised that indeed, she had had blinkers on her eyes; and they were only just starting to fall off.Moira had witnessed something that, perhaps, nobody else in the city had ever witnessed; or would even believe possible. She had seen Angelo crying. And surprisingly for Moira, Angelo was getting emotional about a matter that a man of his supposed ruthless character would have been expected not to even flinch over. Perhaps Angelo really isn’t the monster I thought he was, after all; Moira wondered.After about fifteen minutes, Angelo finally returned to Moira’s ro
For the days that followed Angelo’s shock opening up about how he violently lost his family, Moira could hardly concentrate on anything. On one hand, she could not get herself to fully comprehend how Angelo could carry on with an almost normal life after such a loss; and on the other, she struggled to understand how he could have just let those evil men go free. For a man of his reputation and resources, surely Angelo couldn’t have just let it slide just like that; Moira imagined.But one thing about Angelo’s story still didn’t make sense to Moira.“I asked you a question the other day; and you just brushed me off without an answer.” Moira said as she and Angelo walked up the stairs to their bedrooms after dinner.“What was the question? You sure ask a lot of questions, in case you haven’t noticed; I struggle to keep up sometimes.” Angelo grinned.“The kids and everything you do for all those people you told me about.. why do you keep it secret when you can use it to clean up your rep
Ever since the burner phone incident which was worsened by his unscheduled visit to Angelo’s mansion, Paulo believed that Moira didn’t have access to her phone. And given the controversy surrounding Tony’s involvement in the whole situation, neither Moira nor her parents were keen to clear up this misunderstanding with the De Lucas. For Moira, keeping Paulo in the dark about her restored phone and computer privileges also worked in her best interests. Particularly, given her new-found feelings for Angelo, Moira wanted as little contact with Paulo as possible.As far as Paulo De Luca was concerned, Moira was in great danger of being hurt or molested by Angelo and his goons. He felt that contacting her in any way would, again, be misconstrued by Angelo as an attempt to plan a breakout. Paulo imagined that even if Moira somehow gained access to her phone or a computer, Angelo would spy on all her communication, especially with her fiancé. Just the thought of having his private conversati
Following her discussion with Sr Gustav, Moira became more confident that Angelo was more serious about her than he led on. She obviously took Sr Gustav’s word for the indisputable gospel. Yet she also realised that in spite of Angelo’s strong feelings for her, she had some explaining to do about her complicated love life.The trip back home became an obvious opportunity to break the ice and get the feuding secret lovers back on talking terms… at least for a start.“I had an interesting chat with Sr Gustav. It’s shocking how much people around us notice some of the things we think we are hiding from them.” Moira said as their car left the orphanage.“Is that so?” Angelo remarked with a tinge of sarcasm. “I didn’t know you were hiding some secrets from us, the common people around you.”“I meant things about us… dummy.” Moira whispered as she reached for Angelo’s lap and gently rubbed it. “Apparently, things between us are quite obvious to those who care enough to notice. Sr Gustav say
Meanwhile…Mario and Isabella Viscoli were pleasantly surprised to receive their soon-to-be son-in-law in their home on Saturday morning. Paulo De Luca seemed happier than they had ever seen him in recent months. Clearly, Paulo was unusually upbeat as he revealed the purpose of his visit.“I’ve been counting days… and it’s exactly two months before Moira returns from Angelo’s. And more importantly, it’s two months before our wedding. I’m not letting her spend another day before she becomes Mrs De Luca.” Paulo grinned as he eased into a sofa.“I’m glad you’ve finally looked past the Angelo complication, my son.” Mario said, simultaneously putting his arm around his wife’s shoulder. “And of course, we are all counting down to the day our girl finally leaves that mad house.”“So you want to have the wedding the same day she returns?” Isabella was a little taken aback, concern was written all over her face. “I know, you can’t wait to marry her but don’t you think you might want to give he
As the old saying goes, you don’t really know what you have until it’s gone. But fortunately for Moira Viscoli, she realised early that she didn’t need to lose what she had to recognise its worth. Something needed to be done, urgently; for the sake of her own happiness. Back in her room, Moira lay on her bed and tried to cry herself to sleep. But sleep wouldn’t come. All she thought about was the fight she had just had with Angelo. She didn’t even realize they were having a fight until Angelo threw her out of his study. She tried to convince herself that Angelo was overreacting; that he was being over-sensitive. After all, we just had casual sex a few times; we mean nothing to each other. He shouldn’t act like we are an item, Moira told herself. Yet, Moira knew that she was lying to herself. What she had with Angelo felt far more exciting than meaningless sex. And judging by his reaction to the news about Paulo De Luca, Angelo felt exactly the same. One thing became apparent to her
Moira sat on her bed; ignoring her mother’s frantic knocks on her locked door. She heard her footsteps fade in the hallway and figured she had given up trying to persuade her into discussing the Paulo De Luca matter. Minutes later, three sets of footsteps were heard descending the stairs. A couple more minutes later she watched her parents being shown to their car by Angelo.Moira sighed deeply, realising that though she had successfully avoided her parents, she would, sooner or later, have to face Angelo and set him straight on the same matter. Being a Thursday, Moira didn’t want any tension between her and Angelo during their weekly visit to CHANCES.“Sorry you had to witness that. My parents can be so overbearing at times.” Moira intercepted Angelo as he headed for his study. “Do you have a minute? I think we should talk.”Angelo invited her into his study. “What was that all
Unknown to her parents, validation of Angelo’s story increased Moira’s faith in Angelo, as far as his feelings towards her were concerned. Ever since the night of her birthday- the night she first slept with Angelo- Moira had somehow developed a certain bias towards everything Angelo. In her mind, she made up whatever reason she could conjure to justify everything that he had done to her and her family. Angelo could no longer be wrong about anything in Moira’s eyes.“Darling, is everything alright? I wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction from you.” Isabella reached for her drink and took a sip.“Oh, I’m fine, Mama. I’m just happy that Papa took care of the problem that’s all.” Moira giggled some more and rose to her feet. “I’ll go and check how Skinner is doing with lunch. I’ll be back in a flash.”Isabella exchanged curious glance
Sleeping with the Mafia Boss completely overhauled the dynamics of Moira’s stay at the mansion. Had their sexual escapades been a once off occurrence, things would have eventually rolled back to normal settings. But since Angelo and Moira couldn’t have enough of each other, a lot changed in the way they handled themselves at home.For Angelo, Moira re-kindled old feelings from an exciting past of which painful circumstances had forced him to forget about. And for Moira, Angelo became the perfect escape from the pain of losing Tony and subsequently discovering how he had been using her all along. The secret feelings they had for each other suddenly engulfed them; taking advantage of their close proximity to each other.It wasn’t difficult for Isabella to talk Angelo into allowing her and Mario to finally pay their daughter a long overdue visit at the mansion; more than three months after he forced her into his custody. Of co
Moira felt like she was reliving the day she lost Tony all over again. Only, this time, it didn’t feel like Tony was out somewhere fighting for her return. It felt like Tony Scott had just collapsed and died at the altar, right in front of her, Angelo and her parents. In her heart, Tony was as good as dead; his betrayal felt worse than being forced into a sham marriage by Angelo Manzini.She sobbed all the way back home as Angelo’s words kept echoing in her head. “I can’t believe I let Tony play me like that. I am such an idiot.”“Don’t beat yourself up over that. It wasn’t your fault; there was no way you could have known about his treachery. He obviously planned it for a long time.” Angelo said quietly as he reached out to pat Moira on the back.“I should have noticed he was not sincere. What kind of woman fails to sense such obvious fake love and affection? Surely, it was all too good to be true; I should have noticed and saved myself from all the embarrassment.“ Moira pushed Angel
What started, for Moira, as an evening promising many romantic surprises was quickly turning into a nerve-wrecking episode of shocking exposes. Up to that point, she had continued under the assumption that Angelo was just being Angelo when he forced his father into a business contract; and her into a sham marriage. But is turned out that nothing was ever what it seemed, as long as Angelo was involved.“Why do you insist on making everything more dramatic than necessary?” Moira scoffed and looked away briefly. “I get it, it’s probably someone I know and I’ll probably be shocked to learn about his secret gangster life; so what?”Angelo kept the suspicious grin on his face as he took another sip of wine.“What I’m really struggling with right now is why you had to drag me into this whole mess and cause so much drama? Surely, you could have done all this… I mean, dislodg