MATTEO’S POV “You are all incompetent! Every single one of you!” I yelled. The men sitting around the table were making me forget all the good things that had been happening to me over the last few months. “S-sir, we delivered the pitch you approved—” Marco, the youngest head of the Department of Business Development, stammered. “Clearly, you didn’t, since we still don’t have an alliance with them,” I snapped, pinching my brows and trying to calm down. “Give me the minutes of that meeting and get out of my sight.” Very quickly, the men all got out of their seats and filed out of the room, as though every second with me was shaving years off their lifespans. Marco dropped the minutes in front of me with an unreadable expression, pinching his lips and bowing slightly. “He picked out all the issues we’re facing, sir. He’s not the playful idiot you said he was,” Marco said, judgment in his tone. “Are you speaking to me like that?” “No, sir. I’m sorry, sir,” Marco replied, and sudde
"Matteo? What's the meaning of this?" I asked as I stared at the divorce papers, with widened eyes."I said, I want a divorce, Bianca."I blinked back tears..."After all these years? With everything I sacrificed for you and your family! You want a divorce from me?! Could you be more heartless?" I sobbed, tears falling down my eyes. But all he did was stare at me blankly. "It's because of her right?" I suddenly asked. "Because of Toria, you're leaving me alone!" I smacked his chest with everything in me, but he just stood there, unmoving while I expressed myself in vain.Tired, I finally fell to the ground, the emotional wounds in my chest not allowing me to breathe properly."For years..." He began "...I waited for you to bear me a child. How much longer do I have to wait?!" His eyes glowered with fury and disdain as he stared at me.This wasn't the man I met five years ago, claiming to love me and wanting to protect me. No this was a heartless man that cared about nobody but himself
BIANCA'S POVThe sound of the plane engines quieted down as we landed in Rome. Luca, my son who is five years old, hardly glanced away from his dinosaur toy, unaware of the storm of feelings stirring within me.It had been five years since I last set foot in Italy, five years since I left behind a failing marriage and a lifestyle that suppressed my inner self. I had returned, no longer the timid Bianca Matteo of the past, but as Bianca Rossi, the successful CEO of a growing global fashion business.I had a smug expression on my face while I looked through the most recent Italian tabloid on my phone. On the front page, I saw the main reason why I came back - Matteo's wedding announcement. He was getting married to Toria, whom I was certain was a trophy wife."Mom, will we be visiting Dad?" Luca's question, innocent though it was, cut through my amusement.I hesitated briefly, my smile fading momentarily. "Not quite right, dear. This event is specifically for adults.Luca was happy to n
MATTEO’S POV The sound of clinking champagne glasses and polite conversation faded as I kept my eyes on the woman across the room. “Bianca.”It was impossible.Five years of silence, with everyone thinking she had disappeared, but now she was back, appearing in a stunning red outfit and exuding a new level of self-assurance.However, what really hit me hard was the presence of the boy next to her. A young child, roughly five years old, is trapped in the realm of a plastic dinosaur. Is he my child?I couldn't shake the impossible from my thoughts. I had created a life with Toria that I truly believed was everything I desired. A devoted spouse, an adorable daughter, and a contented life.However, the initial excitement I had with Bianca, the small hint of a bond I had ignored as childish foolishness, now appeared to taunt me from a distance in the room."Matteo, my love? "Are you doing okay?" Toria's worried tone brought me back to reality. The soft lighting made her diamond ring s
BIANCA'S POV Matteo's regret weighed down his words as they lingered in the air. A part of me desired to enjoy his uneasiness, to savor the tables finally changing.However, another piece of me, a part I had ignored for many years, suddenly sensed a glimmer of a different emotion.Perhaps sympathy? Was it even possible to empathize with the man who had caused me such emotional distress?"Made a mistake?" I repeated with my voice oozing with sarcasm. "Wouldn't you agree that's a slight understatement?"Despite the cold tone, he didn't back down and held his position. "I am aware. I was an... idiot. Consumed by work and the pursuit of power, I let go of the best thing that ever came my way."His words seemed without substance, meaningless pledges spoken softly. However, an unfamiliar warmth ignited in my cheeks, a response I couldn't comprehend. Perhaps it was the genuineness in his tone that caught me off guard, or maybe it was just years of bottled-up feelings spilling over at las
BIANCA'S POVHe laughed, causing a sudden reaction in my body that I couldn't understand."You see," he remarked, inhaling from his cigarette and watching the smoke rise into the air, "It appears that you are bearing a heavy burden on those lovely shoulders."I was taken aback by his unexpected compliment, causing my breath to catch in my throat.Attractive? No one had complimented my appearance for a long time, ever since Matteo started ignoring me, and his feelings for me slowly diminished with time."It's... complicated.'"He brushed the ash off his cigarette while keeping his eyes locked on mine. "Life has a tendency," he mentioned as he moved closer, our bodies almost touching. "However, complexity can also be thrilling."A sudden sensation of warmth spread through my chest, catching me off guard."This man, known for being a playboy who breaks hearts, was stirring up something inside me that had been locked away for a long time," I thought, staring at him with intense emotion in
BIANCA'S POVI sighed as I recalled how everything played out at Matteo's wedding two days ago and what had transpired between him and Alessandro.My phone rang out suddenly, interrupting my daydream. I was at my workplace, and Alessandro never ceased to amaze me with his persistent calls.I felt my heart thump faster as I picked up the call."Bianca, Bellissima," he spoke with a smooth voice, like velvet gently touching the phone."Alessandro," I said."I couldn't help but call my spirited little flame. How are you coping following our...meeting?" he asked in a playful tone.I could feel a flush of color rising on my face. "I'm okay," I fibbed, my voice faltering a bit."Really? I can't stop thinking about you."I blushed, attempting to block out the increasing warmth in my body. "Alessandro, this is not acceptable."He laughed softly, producing a deep, vibrating noise that gave me chills. "Maybe not, but it's tempting. I can't seem to shake my addiction to you."I didn't know what t
BIANCA'S POV The next day arrived with a heavy sense of dread. I was in my personal space, which was different from my atelier and my office where Darren, my assistant and best friend, worked. I didn’t want Darren to see Matteo because they would surely have a brawl if they crossed paths. I was unable to get rid of the unease I felt while I waited for Matteo’s arrival. I was curious. Why did he suddenly want to speak with me? Why did he sound so... unusual? The silence in the room was broken by the sound of the doorbell. I paused for a moment, feeling my heart race, before walking downstairs to open the door. Taking a deep breath, I faced Matteo, who stood there with a piercing gaze as he looked at me. "Bianca," he said in a low, husky tone. "Can I come in?" I moved to the side so he could come in, his aura taking up the space in the room. As we settled into the living room, I couldn't ignore the tension that hung in the air. "Matteo, what is the matter?" I inquired, trying to b