We all gather around the dinner table, Alessandro sits on my right, Savannah on my left, and Mrs DeLuca glares at me from across the table. As our meals are placed in front of us, I poke and move the fancy food around my plate. I no longer have an appetite to eat anything, even though the food smells amazing. Sitting in silence, I drink the red wine that is being served with the food. Alesssandros’ voice lingers in the room as he converses with the people sitting around our table. He does not attempt to include me in his conversation, and I'm grateful because I'm paying no attention to what is being said, and I twist my body giving my full attention to Savannah. She is so well-behaved, guilt seeps into the branches of my heart because there have been a few moments where I’ve forgotten that she is present. “How's the food, my love?” I ask her in a hushed tone, trying to keep the slight slur interlacing with my words. I'm such a lightweight when it comes to consuming alcohol
“Excuse me?” I step out of his embrace. My temper has been aroused, and it's hard to contain after all the alcohol I have consumed. My body feels like it is floating, my mind cloudy and my core dripping. I lick my lips, “stay away from that Ciara bitch, then.” I hiss, placing my hands on my hips. His left eye twitches as his jaw tightens. “It's not like that.” I chuckle with venom, shaking my head. “Are you trying to tell me that you haven't fucked her?” His hands clench and unclench at his sides. “No. And I don't want to.” He takes a step towards me. I take two back, “don't.” I snap. “Don't fucking touch me!” I brush past him, exiting the ballroom, and I walk straight towards the exit of the building. He follows me in hot pursuit, his footsteps are heavy with determination, telling me that there is no escaping him. He doesn’t utter a word or breathe my name, and it makes my skin prick with annoyance. A large part of me wants him to call my name and make a scene to sh
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO. “Obsession cannot lead to anything but devastation.” She sighs, casting a glance to my right before she meets my gaze again. “I think we should put a time on it. One month.” She gulps, swallowing her lies. “One month to get the obsession out of our systems, and we go our separate ways.” She tells me so casually. One month. Four weeks. Twenty-nine days. My jaw clenches and I have to remind myself not to bite down so hard or I'll end up crushing my molars. If this little she-devil thinks that one month will be enough for me, she is mistaken. Obsession? Yes, obsession, infatuation, fixation and addiction, are what I feel every time I touch her, breathe her in, and see her. I know why she is being like this. Ciara. She means nothing to me. She is merely a thorn in my ass that I can’t seem to get rid of. But for Ivys’ sake, so she believes that she has some control over what we are doing, I will agree to her terms, even though I have no inten
ONE WEEK LATER. I slowly descend the staircase of the villa. Savannah is in her room taking her piano lesson as her choice of instrument to learn to play. It was always Roses’ dream to play an instrument growing up and because we were poor, our parents couldn't afford to pay for any lessons. They could barely afford to pay rent. So, I can see why she pushed for Savannah to have lessons. She wanted her daughter to experience the joys of life which we were unfortunate to enjoy for ourselves. When I asked Savannah why she wanted to take piano, her words were… “My dad played piano and guitar, but I don't like the sound of the guitar. The high pitch sound hurts my ears, and my fingers hurt when I try to strum a full song.” So innocent, cute and genuine. I need to find Alessandro and speak with him about my returning to my family home to grab a few things and to give the house a good clean. It's been weeks since I returned, and I'm worried that the house will be covered in t
The doctor strides into the room as I lay next to my dad on his bed. His eyes had slowly opened, and he made eye contact with me a few minutes ago before his eyelids fluttered shut again. Ryan had left the room almost immediately, demanding that a doctor come and see us, to explain to me what was going on and where we proceed from this moment forward.“Miss Bishop, I am Doctor Cameron.” A deep, unknown voice sweeps through the room. "I have recently taken over your father’s care, and I hear he has woken up from his coma. My apologies, I would have been here sooner, but the hospital is short-staffed, and I needed to step in for the surgery department.” He continues with his chin touching his chest as he skims my father’s medical report. “With your permission. I'd like to remove him from the ventilators, which should have already been done,” he turns his head and looks at the nurse standing beside him. “You and I will be having a conversation about this afterwards,” he growls darkly,
Feeling like utter shit, I walk back to my father's room with a foul taste coating my mouth. It’s almost strong enough to choke on if I let it consume me.Since when did one’s neighbourhood become a health problem or give the medical team a reason to point out the obstacles in your life? 'Disrespectful, arrogant prick.' My inner goddess titters. “Umph!” I walk into a solid wall of muscle, stumbling back, and I lose my footing. Before I can register what's going on, a pair of firm hands, wrap themselves around my waist, preventing me from colliding with the cold hospital floor. Making a right dicking of myself.“Whoa, easy there, cupcake.” A husky voice says against my hair.I peel my eyes open, realising today isn't the day I'll be kissing the ground and I silently thank the heavens. My eyes meet this mystery man with his arms still holding onto my hips for dear life. As I gaze into his honey-brown eyes, a feeling of familiarity niggles at my consciousness. I offer him a faint
“You!” My father cries out in a trembling voice, trying to move himself into an upright position against his pillows. Failing horribly. His eyes dart back and forth between Alessandro and me, and I hang my head in shame, hating that he has to find out this way. “Dad,” I whisper heavily. “I can explain.” Finally finding the courage to raise my gaze, I meet his scolding stare that's filled with disappointment and heartache. He snatches his hand out from under mine, wincing, and turns his head to look in the opposite direction. Refusing to acknowledge our presence in the room. My heart plummets into my stomach, causing my belly to ache, and I recall I've seen this same reaction when he disowned Rose after learning that she was pregnant with a Valentino.“Mr Bishop,” Alessandros’ firm but gentle voice hums in the air, demanding attention. “Your daughter has missed you. She has been through a great deal while you were in a coma, and dismissing her because of me will be your greatest
I burst out laughing, clapping a hand over my mouth, shaking my head. “Yeah, okay.” Sarcasm drowns my words. "I'm serious, Farfalla.”I stare into his clear blue eyes that gleam with rejection and annoyance. My defiance is becoming his undoing, and he is willing to do anything to keep me at his side.But marrying him is just absurd. There is no real love connection between us and I refuse to enter a loveless marriage, trapping myself – binding myself to him for eternity.“So, am I. You cannot just spring a marriage proposal on me out of nowhere, Alessandro.” I shrug out of his hold, stepping around him, and I head for the door. “If you walk out that door, don't expect to see me or Savannah ever again.” He growls, meaning every word that is laced with poison. I spin around and face him with my nostrils flaring. "You wouldn’t!” My voice trembles, knowing full well that he would. Anger seeps deeply into my pores, building a wall around my heart made from ice. He stuffs his hands in