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SEVENTY-SEVEN.
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Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SEVENTY-EIGHT.
One Week Later.Time seems to have slowed down in the last eight days. True to his word, Alessandro has forbidden me to enter through the villa’s iron gates, refusing to let me see Savannah. He ignores my calls, refuses to see me face to face or acknowledge my existence when he's driven past me standing outside the villa, deep in conversation with his henchmen. It hurts. I didn’t think it would hurt like this to go from sleeping in his bed to him acting like I don't exist.And it doesn't help that the memory of our last kiss haunts me through the night, leaving me breathless when I wake up in a pool of sweat and shivering limbs. ---“Miss Bishop, these are the documents for your father's discharge records, his medication, and his timetable for when he will need to return for checkups or physiotherapy .”I'm pulled out of my current state of self-pity when a nurse enters my father's room, blubbering away. I turn away from the window, meeting her gaze, “thank you.” I say politely
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress SEVENTY-NINE.
I take my father's favourite meal out of the oven. The cheese is bubbling, and it has charred nicely on top of the cottage pie.Because my father cannot eat red meat, and he's not a massive fan of chicken. I had to use lentils. He is also very critical when it comes to balancing the gravy ingredients correctly, so it has to be homemade rather than store-bought. I tilt my nose upwards and take a long deep breath through my nose, breathing in the fresh aromas wafting through the house. My mouth waters, causing my belly to rumble, and I try to think back to when my last proper meal was. Snacking on dried fruit or drinking multiple cups of coffee isn't highly classified as eating healthy, is it?I placed the baking dish on top of the wooden breadboard next to the Greek salad I had prepared earlier as I waited for the pie to bake. Settling into my chair across from my father, I look at him through eyes that are consumed by grief and exhaustion. He hasn't spoken more than three words to
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress EIGHTY.
“Come on, Miss Bishop, open the door.” He yells, banging on the door again, and I watch as it rattles on the fragile hinges. I yank it open.The last thing I need right now is for my father to wake up or the women in the neighbourhood to see him and start gossiping. I poke my head out the door and look up and down the street, until I am confident he has not been seen, at which point I bring him inside and close the door behind him.I turn around, leaning my back against the door, and I glare at him with my arms folded across my chest. “What do you want and why are you here?” I hiss with annoyance as he goes about the living room, taking in his surroundings and most certainly passing judgement on our shabby way of life.“You called, I got worried and decided to come and check on Mr Bishop myself.” He stops walking and stares at me. “It's late.” I cast a glimpse at the clock on the wall. “It's after ten o'clock, he's asleep, I'm tired, and you should leave.” He chuckles, settling u
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress EIGHTY-ONE.
I stand in front of the full-length mirror, my reflection gazing back at me with uncertainty. In one hand, I delicately hold a black dress, its fabric flowing through my fingers like a dark river. In my other hand, I clutch a white dress, its pristine hue contrasting against my fingertips. A moment of indecision hangs in the air, as I ponder which garment to wear.About an hour ago, I had put my father to bed. I believe that today's events were too much for him to handle, and true to my word, I took him to the hospital with Jax where he accompanied my father to his appointment with Dr. Cameron for a checkup. I wasn't in the mood for his smart-arse personality, and I'm still pretty salty about his undesirable opinion about us being poor like it's a choice. Besides, I didn't get much sleep last night. I tossed and turned as I tried to make sense of what had happened with Alessandro in the middle of the street. I think it's safe to say he is like my human-form kryptonite. He makes me
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress EIGHTY-TWO.
I fall off the side of my bed with a loud thud as my body hits the carpet. My eyes spring open with tears already trickling down the sides of my cheeks, and I slowly pull myself up on trembling limbs, sitting on the edge of my bed. With my head nestled between my hands, I watch as the delicate droplets of disbelief and suspicion splash across my bare toes. It was a dream… Just a very crazy, awful dream… My mother didn't have a husband and child before she met my father, did she? No, she couldn't have, that’s absurd. My father has told us many stories about my mother being his first love, and my mum always said: “You have always held a place in my heart from when we were younglings.” But it's the name Cameron that sticks with me. And Reece Cameron springs to mind. No. It’s just a coincidence. My mother wouldn't have a child and not raise it. She was always about family, and it's why I was always pestering my father about disowning Rose. It's not what my mother wou
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress EIGHTY-THREE.
With a sudden jolt, I push the folder away from me as if it were ablaze, my heart pounding in my chest. My body recoils, scrambling away from the cabinet in a frenzy. Wide-eyed, I find myself unable to tear my gaze away from the ominous folder, its contents shrouded in mystery. I... I have a brother?! As much as my heart is screaming at me that there must be a misunderstanding, I know for certain that my eyes don't deceive me. My mother had a family before she settled down with my father, giving birth to Rose and me a few years later. But how? How can she just up and leave her son? Did something terrible happen and was my dad just a rebound guy that she stood beside because she wanted a simpler life? I have so many questions and my mother's not here to answer them. I wonder if my father knows that she had a son and if he did, is he to blame for her abandonment? "Shit, fucking arsehole, shit!!" My inner goddess screams. With my eyes burning holes in my mother's most pr
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress EIGHTY-FOUR.
We enter his office, and I wait as he pulls the blinds up, allowing the sun's beams to flood the room. He takes off his biker gear, placing his helmet on the small table that sits by the small bookcase in the corner of his office “Do you want a coffee?” He looks at me with amusement as he settles behind his desk. I bet he's recalling the shenanigan about us not having any coffee inside the house when popped over unannounced.. “I'm good, thanks.” I smile, as I continue to stand by the door. I watch him as he boots up his computer, taking out three phones from his backpack, a pager, and his ID badge. “How old are you?” I ask him off guard. His fingers briefly glide across his keyboard while his eyes are trained on the screen in front of him. “What does my age have to do with your father's health care?” The tapping sound that engulfs the room suddenly stops. He peers up at me with his brows raised. “It doesn't. I'm just trying to make small talk.” I exhale loudly out o
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress EIGHTY-FIVE.
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.I lean back in my chair, tilting my head upwards as I stare at the pristine white ceiling. Ivy…She is all I think about, taste and desire. Her name is like a haunting melody that only rings louder in my ears as time moves on. After she sent me a message last night stating that she would be unable to attend dinner, I took the liberty of calling an old friend in the expectancy that she would be able to fuck the memories of Ivy Bishop out of my head.I drove myself to the city's little intimate club, which is well-known for its booths in every corner that is completely blacked out and reserved entirely for fucking to the beat of the music.We drank, danced, she was in fits of laughter at every word I spoke, and when the time came for her to jump on my cock, it was limp. Fucking lifeless. And regardless of what technique she used to make it hard, it was futile.Even my cock is loyal to Ivy Bishop. Knock! Knock!!“Come in!” I mutter, brushing a hand ov
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