I'm blankly staring at the ceiling of my room and Vicenzo's room. I just woke up and regretting that I let Vicenzo left just like that.
"I was really sleepy a while ago" I mumble to myself.
I sigh and rolled to the left side of the bed when I heard the door open. I reach the pillow beside me and hug it tightly squeezing my eyes close pretending to be asleep.
I do not want to get up yet. I have become lazy these past few days because of the sudden changes in my routine. I am not allowed to do even just simple stretching. The stab wound on my arm is still a bit aching, my other stab wound is now fine but still, I'm taking precautions to make sure. But observing myself, I must say that I'm doing good although I become lazy to wake up early.
"Young lady-"
"I still wanted to sleep Gordon" I cut him off not letting him finish his sentence.
I still can remember our conversation. It's just odd- he has been reminding me before not to trust Vicenzo. A
"Where's your husband?" Dad asks strictly while roaming his eyes around the room.They were inside my room and Vicenzo's room. After his conversation with Greco and Calcifer, Dad went straight here to see me together with Mommy Adeline, and Aliah."He left early, he's attending a meeting" I replied politely and I even smile when he lifts his head to look at me.I'm sitting on the bed while he's sitting on the two-seater sofa across the bed. Mommy Adeline is beside him, she was not talking- she's just silently sipping her coffee while observing around. Aliah on the other hand keep on walking back and forth checking every piece of stuff that was placed on the tables. She was like a supervisor because she's checking every corner of the room."Are you even sure he went on the meeting?" Dad suspiciously utters giving me an intriguing look.I took a deep breath and shook my head. My gaze landed on my wedding ring that made me smile a little."I am
Instead of going back to bed, I stayed here in Vicenzo's office. I entertain myself checking those books, I let my curiosity take over me. I roamed the whole room but I stop when I heard something fell on the floor. I flinch a little in surprise and my eyes instantly went in the direction of the sound- and there I saw a small box on the carpeted floor.I walk towards it and pick it up. It's a wooden box- but it's empty. I shrugged my shoulder and place it back on the office table of Vicenzo. I scowl seeing how messy the table is, there's a pile of documents on the table, open folders, and even crumpled paper under the table."What happens here?" I mumble to myself and I start picking those crumpled paper.I shake my head and was about to stand up when suddenly the door open harshly. Instinctively, I hid on the table and cover my mouth to conceal my gasp. My eyes widened listening to the back and forth sound of footsteps while feeling the fast beating of my heart
I look at the dark sky blankly feeling the heaviness of my chest. My tears keep on streaming down to my face, the dark sky is no longer glimmering with the fascinating glitters of the stars. It's already 3 o'clock in the morning and here I am standing in the balcony wearing only my white night dress not minding the cold morning breeze.I don't know what did I do for me to experience this kind of struggle. My heart is aching and I couldn't accept everything that I found out. It's true that truth will set you free, but the consequences of finding out the truth will make you thought that 'I shouldn't have seek the truth in the first place'.I fisted my hand and took a deep breath. My mind is in so much chaos right now. I take a step forward and then I position myself into a proper posture. I press my lips together and I start counting inside my head while doing the basic position of ballet. I did it for how many times until I tried to tiptoe and lift my body. I open my ey
"What are you doing, young lady?" Gordon asked me when he saw me sitting on the "bed while combing my hair.I'm wearing a puffed short sleeve sheer blouse on the top of my emblisshed faille cady dress pair with my white buckled sandals."You suppose to be resting right now," he stated when he didn't hear any word from me.I sigh and put down the brush of my hair and I look at him. He's holding the tray of my breakfast. It's already 8:32 in the morning, but I haven't eaten my breakfast yet. I honestly don't have an appetite right now."I wanted to visit Mom, and stay with Dad for a while, and meet Gianni and Aunt Marie," I told him and reach my purse bag "Am I not allowed to do that?"I can't stay here, I just can't stay here. I wanted to sleep at home. I wanted to sleep in my room, my own room. My room at my father's house.I honestly don't know if I can face Vicenzo upon knowing such thing- that horrible thing. I swallow the sudden lump on
The car halted in front of our house. I was hesitant to step out but I force myself when Calcifer opens the door for me giving me an assuring smile."Thank you, Cal" I whisper politely."Stay safe here. Remember that even if you're here, we're still monitoring your every move. You cannot go outside, mia signora" he reminds me.I nod my head.I don't know why he agrees but I'm thankful that he let me although, I know that Vicenzo will surely get mad at him.I glance at Greco when I heard the door of the passenger seat open. He walks a little farther from us and roamed his eyes around as if he's checking every corner of my father's house."Let him, he's just checking the area" Calcifer utter.I shifted back my gaze at him and force myself to smile."I'm sorry, I know Greco didn't agree but I still insist to stay here " I apologetically mumble.He smiles coolly at me and shakes his head as if everything is just nothing to h
He's here? What is he doing here?"Flower..." he drawled which made me step back a little because of sudden nervousness "I wanna do bad things with you, I've been waiting for you..." he mutter in a low husky voice just enough for me to hear him.I bit the inside of my mouth as I felt something inside me. Him in front of me right now after days of not talking to him and not seeing him makes me think I'm just hallucinating.I didn't answer him, still surprised by his sudden appearance.I narrowed my eyes to see him clearly, wanting to make sure that it is really him. And I wasn't mistaken when I saw his lips curved into a malicious smile- giving me almost the same vibe when we first met at Zeneca Ballet.I immediately step back again upon confirming that my eyes are not fooling me. It's definitely him, my husband..."Did cat got your tongue honey?" He playfully asks me, hearing the manly tone of his natural foreign accent."V-Vicenzo...
"Not scared anymore?" He mumbles while his lips moving, trailing kisses down to my jaw.I bit my lower lip tightly because of the sensation that my body starting to accept. He's getting touchy again which doesn’t complement his rough and rug facade."I never got scared of you" I replied trying to be serious despite the tingling sensation I'm feeling right now.He stops what he's doing and bowed his head to level his face to me."Ah-huh?" He hissed playfully, provoking me, moving his brows up and down.I wanted to laugh right now because honestly, it doesn't suit him. He looks so dominant, intimidating, and menacing, and yet he's raising his freaking eyebrow like a gay? He has a rug face for Pete's shake!Instead of smiling to hide my giggle, I lick my lower lip and furrowed my brows to make it more convincing."You don't believe me" I mumble bu
I'm anxious while staring at Vicenzo and my father who seems like having a staring contest. They were both looking at each other seriously and not blinking. It seems like they were talking through their eyes that made me feel more nervous.I do not want them to clash each other again. I want to go home peacefully and not overthinking."S-Saint? Dad? Are you two alright?" I hesitantly query.I bit the inside of my mouth when I saw Vicenzo clenched his jaw that's why I immediately held his hand and intertwined our fingers to get his attention.Successfully, he withdraw his gaze to my father and look at me with a slight creased on his forehead. I smile at him and pulled his hand a little."I think we should go now" I said in small voice.He smile at me gently before he take a step closer to me. He instantly wrap his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him that made me smile at my father shyly."Take care of my daughter, Mr. Santo
Svanna Rose Zeneca-SantoriniWhen Vicenzo said that 'this is now over' he was wrong. That is just the end of our first journey together and the beginning of another battle that we must conquer together. During that last fight with Flacara Mafia, everything changes. Gordon died... Mom killed him intentionally. I couldn't accept it. But I need to be strong because he told me that he wanted to see me rising from the spotlight.I thought being the prima ballerina is the peak of my dreams. But then I realize that I just wanted to have Vicenzo stay with me the rest of our life. I don't need to be the prima ballerina of Zeneca Ballet or to be the white swan of Swan Lake play. Because I am already the prima ballerina to my own story and I just have to recognize that the main character doesn't just always play at the center. She could be a black swan like me.And this is my last dance, my last dance as the black swan. Because
When you thought everything is okay, reality will suddenly slapped you real hard- that no matter how good everything was, bad things is still right behind the corner waiting for the right time to strike again and mess your life again.It's always like that. You're a happy and then you're sad later. If you're sad now, you're happy later. It is a continuous cycle, a very redundant scenario. It was like a story that has a same plot but with different lines. It so fuck up!Before I end up in this kind of mess, in this kind of danger- everything is just good compare now. I have a peaceful and quite life away from trouble. I know it's boring because I spent all my life in dancing isolating myself from the people around me.I don't have a good relationship to my father, we don't usually talk, we don't even eat a meal together. I am not that welcome to the eyes of Mommy Adie even to Aliah, my haft sister. I was the black swan of the Zeneca family. I exist but only as th
"Where did you go?"I lift my head and I saw Vicenzo looking at me seriously. His rugged face is screaming with annoyance. He doesn't look pleased and I know the reason why.But instead of being scared with his unwelcoming greeting, I walk fast towards him and hug him tightly. I felt him stilled and his body went rigid with our sudden contact. But later after I felt his arm wrap around my waist and possessively pulled me even more to him.He's sitting on the single couch while I'm sitting on the top of his lap facing him with my legs wide open. Our position is quite awkward but I don't really care, I feel bad because of what happen."Tell me what happen?" He whisper while caressing my back.I sniff and buried my face on his neck "I miss Mom..." I whisper.He sigh "That's why you sneak out?" He utter in a controlled tone of voice.I pulled away and face him. His brows furrowed when he saw the dry tears in my face but later on his face
"No..." I shake my head and close my eyes "No...this is not true. I am just hallucinating. This is not true" I mumble to myself and pulled my hair.There's no way my Mom is alive after all these years. I always visit her grave, I always visit her whenever I miss her. Whenever I felt like everything seems against me. Whenever I felt alone..."You are not hallucinating Chèrie," Gianni said behind me "Tita Vanda is alive. She's alive Svanna Rose. The reason why Tito Roman doesn't want you to visit her grave is because she was never been buried-""No!" I scream, shaking my head "Mom is dead! She's not my Mom!" I exclaimed crying while looking at the woman in front of me who look exactly like me."Tito Romano never visit her grave, it's because he know that Tita Vanda never die in the first place-""Stop it Gianni!" I cut him off, breathing heavily while my eyes is clouded with tears.I shook my head and step back. My heart is beating fast
Let's meet...I close my eyes and took a deep breath. Wearing a black longsleeve top and black gap fit leggings I sneak out to the backyard of the mansion. It took me almost ten minutes before I successfully climb the tall wall that surrounded the mansion. I actually make sure that Vicenzo men is done checking the area before I sneak out.I honestly don't know why do I need to sneak out. But then my instinct is telling me that Vicenzo will not let me if I ask him to meet Gianni knowing that Calcifer and Greco has a suspicion to my cousin.I'm stubborn, I know that. But I really need to do this. I don't understand what does he mean by his message. Mom is alive? And he doesn't want Vicenzo to be my husband? That's absurd! That's crazy.I sigh and fix my black cap before I run away, making sure that nobody notice my disappearance. I immediately call a cab and give the address to the driver who keep on glancing at me because of my weirdness. Oh yeah,
I am crying non-stop, I don't know what to do. Dra. Mhalia is trying to reach me out and talk to me but I couldn't open my mouth to speak back. The image of Piato being shot in his shot as he slowly fell on the floor keep on rolling back inside my head. It keep on replaying like a broken movie tape. It won't stop bugging me. I am guilty, scared, and anxious."Mrs. Santorini..." Dra. Mhalia whisper, wanting to get my attention.With weary eyes, I turn my gaze at her. She's sitting on the chair beside my bed wearing the same white lab gown. I sniff when she smile at me, as if she's telling me that everything is alright without uttering a word."W-Where's Vicenzo?" I stuttered.I'm the first one who break the sound of my soft cries. I brush off those dry tears in my face. Worries is very visible in my eyes and I couldn't hide it. How will I do that if I am eating my guilt. I am asking them what happen to Piato but none of them gave me an assuring answer. The
"I don't understand him..." I whisper when I get back inside the car.I felt Piato look at me through the rearview mirror but I just remain my gaze out of the window staring at Gianni who's still standing in front of my mother's tombstone facing us.I suddenly recall what Calcifer told me. He said Gianni didn't attend the last board meeting after his business trip in Russia. I don't exactly know what kind of business he went there, but Cal said that there is something odd with my cousin and he will figure it out and inform me.I took a deep breath and my phone suddenly rang. Without a second thought, I pull it out from my clutch bag. Vicenzo's name flashes on the screen so I immediately press the answer button, afraid that I might worry him."Where are you?" He asks in a low controlled tone of voice without greeting me.I bit my lower lip and hesitantly look at Piato who also looks nervous because of the sudden call."I'm on my way home now"
After spending a week on our honeymoon, everything turns back to normal. Daddy Victor and some of Vicenzo's cousins return to Italy. While Vicenzo on the other hand is now busy managing his company. He has loads of paper works to do, and I heard Greco is already complaining about those business proposals that have not been reviewed yet.But despite his busy schedule, he always makes time for me. He wakes up early than usual to prepare our breakfast- yes! He's like a house husband, he's the one who makes our breakfast. He even memorizes my diet plan. For the past few days, I really feel how Vicenzo exerts too much effort to become the husband that he promised to me.He's very patient with my schedule, Calcifer always makes fun of him calling him 'Mr. understanding husband' because of his sudden changes. Although he came home late, he was still able to wake up early the next day. He's not that grumpy as before, he is always gentle and calm now. But one thing that will ne
I softly moan when I felt the sunbeam kissed my face. I turn around facing my back to the window hiding my face on the pillow I'm hugging. I am still sleepy, and my body still can feel what happen last night.I felt my face flushed although I'm haft asleep. Remembering the intimate night with my husband makes me blush. It seems like my face heated on its own so I cover my face even more.But then I felt a strong arm rested on my waist and then the bed move. The smell of bath soap invades my nostrils when I felt something soft touch the side of my forehead. My nose should be irritated with the sudden scent but then, it smells so nice being whiffed by a scent of cool mint. My soreness seems like disappear, everything feels so good and warm now, when the arm pulled me, caging me into a tight embrace."Wake up now, sleepyhead" I heard Vicenzo whisper in my left ear using his hoarse voice.I moan softly again with that simple sweet gesture from him. He always