Deceit

Giovanni POV:(Flashes)“Click”“Click”“Click”“Mr Luca! Mr Luca! Mr Luca! Over here!.... is it true that your multi-million euro company has gone bankrupt!?” one journalist shouted from somewhere among the swamp of paparazzi surrounding me.The question burned deep inside my wondering mind as it hit a nerve. The continuous flicking of flash lights and absurd question’s brought a sickening feeling to the pit of my stomach. And the surrounding pandemonium only seemed to make the feeling worse.Just when I was about to lose it. The sudden rumble of thunder has me jolting awake. Alongside a racing heart, as I frantically search my room for any signs of paparazzi. And when I find none, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Realizing it was just a bad dream, yet it felt so surreal.“shake it off Giovanni. It’s just another one of your awful mind games,” I chanted, desperately trying to convince myself. With a

Rosalies pov:“Miss Raveloson... Could you please do a quick house check? Just to assure that everything is spotless and in place. Pare more attention to the food section, seeing that Mrs Foster is picky with her food.”“Will do. And for the umpteenth time call me RO-SA-LIE, Stella!” I said. Breaking up my name and emphasizing every syllable.“yes, yes,” she mumbled, followed by giggles before walking away. Shaking my head with a smile plastered on my face, I begin the house check.The news of Mrs foster and her son’s sudden arrival has put everyone in work mode. I could hear the continues tapping of shoes contacting the floor throughout the house. As everyone busied themselves with a particular task, while striving for nothing less than perfection.To my astonishment, even Millie and Maggie. Who conc

Rosalies POV:When I say the guy that lives opposite my apartment is mentally unstable I really mean it as he's been intentionally avoiding me every since we part ways as if he hadn't asked just yesterday to walk home together. Well I guess I needed not to avoid him seeing that he's doing exactly what I intended to do and yet it's bothering me, isn't life just funny.Besides can you really blame me for expecting something especially after the moment we shared yesterday.... oh wait can I really call it a "moment" since it probably seemed like two strangers who live in the same building walking home together, but still doesn't he want his money back like who pays for a person's grocery shopping in this era and from my perspective he doesn't seem loaded. I know I know I know..."you sure about that cause just so you know in no way will I be indebted to you after this"I quoted the air while imitating myself in a squeak

Rosalie's POV:I've always known I slept like a dead corpse and of course I came to that analysis after tons of experience, not that it can be helped simply because unlike some I go to heaven the minute my brain decides to shut down.To bad this habit will be the main input to my ambush someday which unfortunately seems to be today seeing that I open my eyes only to be greeted by unfamiliar cream white walls and I can bet a liver that my room has always been Sunbright yellow. My first instinct is to get up and run but the some what familiar male scent coating the bed keeps me in place and I'm pretty sure that sounds absurd but trust me this scent truly is intoxicating, well that was until I heard footsteps on the other side of the room did I realize how much I truly treasure my life more than some arousing male scent. Briskly and quietly rolling out the bed while looking around for an object I could use to my defence I search

Rosalies POV:“This can’t be happening,” I mumbled out, bewildered by the circumstances I always seem to find myself in. With wide vigilant eyes, I watch as the doorknob is slowly turned while expecting the worst.Pure fear had taken my heart hostile, leaving no room for positive thinking, after all I am prone to misfortunes. Just as Mrs Foster tries to push the door open, it doesn’t bulge, which immediately tells me that the door had been locked all this time.I tell you the relief that had spread throughout my body at that very moment is one I should live to tell, but then again my mind wonders as to why Issac hadn’t simply told so. Instead, he let me go through such an unimaginable state of fright.Averting my eyes from the door to him, I muster up the meanest glare, to which I direct towards him. Only to discover that his gaze had already been set on me, and his facial expression displayed one of amuseme