The sleek, black SUV glides to a graceful halt just outside the magnificent grand hotel. Its tyres whispering against the pavement, the only sound breaking the stillness of the evening. The vehicle exudes an air of power and sophistication, its polished exterior gleaming under the glow of the streetlights. As the engine purrs to a stop, the dazzling flashes of a dozen cameras flicker. Alessandro shifts to look at me, “are you ready, Farfalla?” He asks me with a look of uncertainty crossing his handsome face. Anxiety slowly starts to lick my feverish skin with the niggling sensation of anticipation of what the night is to bring. I look at Savannah, who currently has her face pressed against the tinted window, gazing outside. I nod my head, “yes,” I whisper. “Let's get the show on the road.” I smile nervously as my hands start to sweat. Alessandro nods his head with a scowl on his monotonous face. “ If the night gets too much for you and you want to leave, let me know and
After Riccardo went around the block for the third time, he brought the vehicle to a standstill for the second time tonight. And like the first time, Alessandro waits for me outside the vehicle with his hand extended. Clenching my jaw, I place my hand in his with no hesitation, no deep breaths and no second-guessing. He assists me in exiting the vehicle, and the entire time, all I can think about is avoiding tripping over my gown and collapsing. When both of my feet safely land on the red carpet, I privately sigh with relief while externally flashing the brightest, toothiest smile I can muster despite the dazzling lights blinding me. As Alessandro wraps his hand around my waist, he draws me closer to him and kisses the top of my head. “You are bellissimo inside and out, amore mio. And now the world is going to know that you are mine.” He mutters as his lips linger over my pebbling flesh. I blush, blinking back tears, and try not to scoff at his description of me being beauti
Upon entering the lavish hotel building, some random woman saunters directly towards us and blocks our path with a heated look blazing in her eyes. She slips her hand inside Alessandros' tuxedo jacket and rests her palm over his beating heart as she reaches him. “Don Valentino, it’s been a while.” She hums with sexual seduction. My eyes grow large as I steal a glance in Alessandros’ direction, taking note that his features harden and his eyes slightly narrow as he drinks her in. “Ciara.” He says in a hoarsely clipped manner. I direct my attention to this Ciara woman, scorned with jealousy. There is no denying that she is drop-dead gorgeous. She oozes elegance and if I were to use the word beautiful to try to describe her, it would be a serious offence for an understatement of the century. Her high cheekbones accentuate her slender monolid eyes with her perfectly shaped brows. Natural blonde curls frame her oval-shaped face with a low tip bridged nose that looks like it's
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,