Valentina's POV Rocco is holding grudges against me because of what I did to him last night. That is how it seems to me because all through the ride to his parent's mansion, he was quiet and back to that rude guy I know him to be. Well, I thought he was beginning to change but now I am damn sure he has several personality disorders. Why the hell will he act like he is cool with me this minute and then the next minute, he is aloof? He kissed me last night. I controlled myself from slapping him. I have always hated the idea of kissing another man who isn't Fred but Rocco kissed me last night unexpectedly. I don't know why I didn't stop him or slap him after I managed to push him away but I think it is because we are legally married and he can kiss me. I just don't like the idea personally. Besides, it was just an act as he said. A practice I mean. This way, if he tries to do something similar in front of his parents, I won't be caught unawares and I won't do something rash eithe
Rocco's POVThe moment we get to the shade and I help her sit down before sitting across from her, she picks up a paper and throws it at me.I was expecting a long moment of silence from her before I eventually asks her to forgive me but from the look of things, I have already been forgiven. She is just ignoring me on purpose.I take the paper to see if it is actually a newspaper. When I drop it over my lap, I see the headlines.Rocco Lorenzo, the CEO of Multi-Million Company seen with his newly wedded wife having a private dinner at ...."I look up to see Mother's expression. Still unreadable.Did my plan work?"Is it true?" She demands weakly, her hands trembling a little. I notice she isn't as lively as she was the last time we came here for dinner. She seems to be getting weaker every day.I nod without a word.There is a picture of Valentina and I attached to the news. I don't understand why she is asking me if it is
Valentina's POV I stare at my mom in horror as she adjusts in her seat with a look of guilt. My Father is also sitting, just like always opposite me, watching her too with an angry expression. I shouldn't have come here. My mother will never change from the woman she has always been. She had kept all of these in check simply because Father could provide for all her unnecessary demands. But now that he can barely buy her designer bags, shoes and clothes, she is hell-bent on frustrating his life. This man is barely holding up and this is how she wants to help him. She stretches her hand to touch me but I stand up abruptly, making her hand drop. My anger has increased ten folds. Probably because she made me yell at Rocco for no reason. I thought he was being selfish again, just like every other time when he cares about only himself and not me. This time, I was wrong. "Valentina, you should go home. It's getting late", My dad says after clearing his throat. "Rocco and I have no b
Rocco's POVI am restless.I couldn't follow her because I was dumbfounded till she was out of sight. I never thought she would do a rash thing like that and I wonder where she has gone to.The more it gets darker, the more worried I become.Is she safe? Where exactly is she?The first emotion that struck my heart while she raced away was fear. Fear that she is going. Gone forever and I might never see her again.We haven't achieved our aim yet. Mother is just getting along well with me and there are more expectations from her.If Valentina goes away just like that, where do I start from? Valentina is the only one making the fear of losing my mother lessen bit by bit. Unconsciously, she has taught me what it means to accept whatever is to come; both good and bad.If we prepare for it and it comes, it won't hurt too much while the unexpected one would hurt painfully.I won't say I am looking forw
Rocco's POVI was mad at Valentina but the moment she lost consciousness, my anger disappeared and I found myself shouting at John to drive faster till we got to the hospital.The doctor attended to her and it wasn't really a big deal. She was only bleeding too much.I didn't want her to spend the night there so I carried her back into the car and we left for home. Deep in thought, I feel a movement beside me and she flutters her eyes open to see me staring.She was sleeping when we left the hospital but the doctor said she is fine."What happened?" She groans, closing her eyes and opening them again.I was so scared something bad was going to happen to her. But now I am relieved. She might be a handful but I care about her because she is my wife and her safety is my responsibility."We are going home", I reply and look away. I don't know if she remembers how it all happened and the fact that we are just coming back from the hospital by this time or maybe she doesn't want to talk abo
Valentina's POVA noise wakes me up.I flutter my eyes open instantly, to see the lights still on. Rocco didn't switch them off before going to sleep on the couch and I didn't do the same before sleeping off.Wondering what noise woke me up, I try to sit upright but my shoulders hurt badly. Then, I remember.I was attacked last night and I just had a dream. My desire to know who really attacked me led me to have this horrible dream.I was seeing faces but three faces were familiar. One was Fred's. The second was Brenda and the third was nameless.I have no idea where I know her from but I am sure she is someone that I know. I was seeing more of these three faces and I was so sure one of them was responsible for last night's attack.Now that I am awake, I am so sure that none of these people are responsible because the culprit seemed to be going his way before he saw a good opportunity to rob me since I was all alone on the emp
Valentina's POVYawning and stretching, my left hand touches the space beside me and I open my eyes to see that Rocco is gone.He was here all through the night and he slept soundly. He must have gone to work.Suddenly, my stomach rumbles loudly and I groan and get up. My shoulder still hurts a lot and I guess I am this hungry because of the medicines from last night.I wear the flip-flop beside the bed and move out of the room, still yawning loudly without any care in the world.Last night, I felt like hell. But today, I feel a lot better even though the pain is very much in existence.However, I have decided not to think too deeply about what transpired last night. I figured out that thinking about it was what made me have that dream. A dream is a figment of imagination as a result of human thoughts. This is my dad's definition of a dream.There is absolutely no use thinking about it when the deed has been done already. He is just a mere robber who wanted to rob me of my possessio
Rocco's POVFather is about to go home when I enter his office without knocking. His secretary had already told me they were going out but I really can not let this wait till some other time.I also have a lot to do back in the office which is why I decided to come here straight instead of going back to the office from my out-of-office meeting.He steps back to allow me in, his gaze firmly fixed on mine.Realizing that I haven't greeted him, I say slowly. "Good morning, Father.""Why are you here?" He demands instead of replying to my greeting and offering me a seat.I take a seat without his permission and without answering his question.A lot of questions keep popping up in my head that I haven't found answers to. Apart from the fact that I want to do this for Valentina's sake, I am doing this because of the curiosity consuming my whole existence.I want to know why. I want to know what is wrong."I asked why you