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
Valentina's POVThe sound of screeching tires snaps me out of my reverie and I stop chewing on the doughnut in my hand.I slept this evening after eating an early dinner and I woke up around 10 pm feeling hungry again and also to see that Rocco is not back home.He usually comes back late but not back after 10 pm is extremely late. He was deeply concerned about me last night so it won't be bad to be concerned about him today too.I called him before coming downstairs but he didn't pick up.I sit up from the sofa in the living room after dropping the doughnut back on the plate on the center table. I approach the front door to see if it is him. Before I get there, the front door opens and he walks casually in with his briefcase and his blazers hanging on his shoulder.He doesn't notice my presence until I cough slightly. He stares up at me and smiles."Why are you smiling?" I throw him a cold glare with my arms folded across my bosom.He shakes his head and walks past me. "Nothing.""W
Rocco's POVValentina has been ignoring me for over a week now, ever since I told her I wasn't in support of her telling my mother that she was pregnant without my permission.Mother has been over the moon because of the news. Everyone now knows that Valentina is pregnant.Whenever I have the intention of resolving this conflict between us, I always find her curled up in bed, leaving the couch for me to sleep on.I got the maids to take another bed into the room where I sleep now. I no longer sleep on the couch but I wish I can sleep beside her on the bed.Guilt is one of the emotions I feel more ever since she came into my life. I have no idea how she manages to let me feel this way.I feel bad for what I said to her which caused her to become mad at me and I really want to apologize to her.She is just trying to help.Casually, I stroll out of her room and close the door behind me when someone bumps into me.It is Valent
Valentina's POVThere stands Christine Moore.My favorite guitarist.My jaws drop open fully and I turn to meet Rocco's gaze. He is smiling proudly and I find myself running into his arms.We are out of the car already. I couldn't believe my eyes so I had to come down quickly to be sure I am not seeing something wrong.Christine stands there gracefully, looking extremely handsome in a black cotton jacket on a white purple shirt. He is also wearing a pair of blue purple trousers with a brown leather belt.He is wearing matching black sneakers too. He has short wavy black hair that fits his entire outfit as he slides the guitar across his body.I realize I am still in Rocco's arms and I quickly disengage from the hug, a chuckle leaving my mouth.I have no idea how Rocco got to know about Christine and how much I love his songs but I appreciate whatever effort he has made to bring Christine here.I have always seen him on TV.