I drove around the nearby places as slowly as I could, casting looks towards the streets to see if I could find her walking around.Throughout the entire search, I was wondering as to why that woman would run away. If her main purpose was to build a trap on the web, then why did she need to run away?I wondered if maybe it was because she needed time to meet up with someone, but that didn't make much sense, since I surprised her by taking her out of the apartment when she least expected it.I tried to make sense of it, but nothing seemed to come to mind.The search lasted about an hour before I received a call from Cane.I answered the phone, feeling unease, and hoped that he would find her, since I obviously couldn't."Tell me you found her." I called out the second I pressed the phone against my scarred ear."Worried about your wife, I see..." He commented, the mockery ringing in his voice."Cane!" I hissed, moving my car to the side to park."Yes..." He finally replied. "I found h
Ezabella Viper...My ears were ringing, my guts twisting, and my entire body shivering. I was having a hard time comprehending what happened in the last few hours. From waking up to Ella Smith's phone call to Jacopo Nicolo taking me out of his apartment, from witnessing a thief sneaking into the Fimbar's mansion to almost getting sold... Everything was too much.All I wanted was a warm... no, a scorching hot shower, and then get a long sleep. All I wanted to do was forget that everything happened, but I still couldn't stop myself from remembering.I recalled hiding behind the dumpster, the little shadow it cast, hiding me from the outside world. I remember watching the people walking by without noticing me. I remember how low need felt and how scared I was.I recalled watching the time go by and the day darken. It truly terrified me. I thought I was lost forever. It might have been a silly thought for an adult, but it still didn't stop me from feeling a gut twisting nerve.I
I ended up dragging myself to the deserted living room to have some rest, and the second I'd slid under the warm covers and my head rested against the fluffy pillow, I was immediately lights out.Despite getting the long sleep I was desperate for, I did not get the rest that my body and mind needed.I'd slept through a horrible nightmare, my mind forcing me to see a fusion of what happened over a year ago and what could have happened the previous day.I'd startled away three times throughout the night, desperate to run away from the nightmare. But then, I would fall right back on my pillow and sleep, only to continue the nightmare I had stopped.I knew the sun had risen when I heard movements in the apartment, mostly in the open kitchen. I gave the elevator doors my back, pretending to still be asleep so I wouldn't be interrogated by him again.Tucking my hands under my head, I closed my eyes and followed the sound of his soft footsteps as he walked about.I heard the door of the frid
I stood in front of the open fridge, looking at the items as I did the day before. Except, the eggs were double the numbers they were the previous day.It made me wonder when Jacopo had restocked. There were a lot more fruit than there were before as well, including avocados, oranges, grapes, and more watermelon, strawberries, and apples.I didn't want to eat strawberries again, craving actual food that wasn't sweet. I wondered if he would be mad if I took an egg or two... or maybe three.I reached in, deciding to heck with it. I was having some eggs.I took three eggs out, along with a bottom of sparkling water, and closed the fridge.I walked back to the counter where I had left my phone. I tapped the screen with the tip of my pinky finger, checking if there was any notification I had not noticed. It was about thirty minutes since I called Ella to tell her about what I had seen, and I was hoping she would call me right away after she found out what happened to Helena Fimbar. But the
I stood behind the drapes, once again looking down at the outside world. I was trying my best to pass the time, boredom once again, making me feel low.I'd venture deeper into my suitcases, but I was not strong enough to remember my past.I was in the midst of trying to talk myself into sleeping when I heard my phone ring.I pulled the drapes away and entered the living room, darkness instantly swallowing it whole when the drapes fell back in place.I slowly made my way to the open kitchen and reached for my phone. I grew wary at the sight of Ella's name and phone number flashing on the screen of my phone.I answered the call before I pressed the phone to my left ear."Hello?" I called out."Ezabella, hi. I'm sorry I didn't call earlier..." Ella Smith commented."It's okay. Did you hear anything about the Fimabrs?" I asked, too eager to know if Helena Fimbar was okay and if my stupidity hadn't cost her her life."I did. Helena is fine, and so are the rest of the Fimbars." She replied.
I say awkwardly in the passenger seat of the car, my shoulder firmly pressed against the door, my eyes planted on the window.It came to me as a surprise when Jacopo told me that he would drive me to the Smith Mansion himself. Although I was surprised, I was not about to look at a gift horse in the mouth. It didn't take me a full five minutes to change out of my clothes and tie my knotted hair into a messy bun. I slipped my white flats on and left the walk-in closet with a final cast on the only sock I had that was torn when I ran on them with no shoes on.Jacopo was waiting for me in front of the elevator, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes looking into the distance, calculating whatever equations he had in his head. Despite looking like he was deep in thoughts, he noticed me limping over to him out of the corner of his right eye, and put the codes into the panel to call the elevator up.My initial plan was to sit in the back seat of the car, as far away from Jacopo as poss
If I thought the inside of the mansion was beautiful, then the outside was ten times more magnificent.I threw my eyes around the garden at the back of the large house, eagerly taking in the different colored flowers, breathing in the fresh air mixed with their scents. It would be an understatement to say that the place was peaceful. It made me want to kick back and relax right there and then, refuse to leave the comforts of the garden and stay there for as long as I could. I'd asked Ella to adopt me the second I'd laid eyes on the garden and the freshness it provided, causing the other women to laugh at my words, or at me.I looked around and was envious of the butterflies who were allowed to freely flap their wings around the garden, to choose whichever flower they were mostly attracted to and do their things, to come and go as they wished without anyone assessing every single move they made.Cilvia Smith had first led me to the kitchen, assuming that Ella and her kids were there.
"What do you want to know?" Ella asked, forcing my eyes back towards her."I want to know everything, Ella," I replied. "I want to know how and why the Nicolos joined the web. I wanted to know how I can survive being one of them, and I want to know why Jacopo Nicolo hates me so much. And... I also want to know why he is the way he is." Ella nodded her head."I don't know much about why Jacopo decided to bring his family into the web. All I knew was that the Nicolo's were always a numeral family, making their own without getting involved with any other group such as the web or the Vipers. They walked the path of the underground world effortlessly even if they didn't have as many resources and profit as the web does. I think it came as a surprise when Nicolo suddenly started pursuing a spot on the web. So far, he is the only Nicolo that wanted in with the web." she explained."Surviving as any member of the web is not easy, whether you have the biggest last name or the smallest. Your s
"Okay." Jacopo said once more, and I felt enough relief to reach for his hand again and lock our fingers.I turned to face the cemetery and started leading him forward to the place I knew where his mother's resting place was.Jacopo followed silently, his fingers tightening around my hands as he kept his eyes on the ground, refusing to look up.I stopped in front of a new grave."Vanessa Nicolo, a mother and a best friend." Was written on the head stone."Here it is, Jacopo." I commented, glancing to see that he was staring at the words. His hand fell away from mine, and I watched as he crumbled. His knees buckled, forcing him to fall to the ground right in front of his mothers grave."Mom..." He whispered, hus voice barely audible.I took a few steps back to give him some space and to let him be with her on his own, but I didn't move too far away just in case he needed me."I'm sorry." I heard him whisper."I'm sorry I didn't get to you fast enough. I'm sorry I let them do that to y
Jacopo and I took our time to enjoy our breakfast, sitting next to each other at the dining table for the first time in a while. After that, we went straight for our bedroom. I took a quick shower in the bathroom with the hot water, and Jacopo took his in the other bedroom with the bathroom with cold water.I slipped a black dress on, one that made my baby bumb more visible than usual, and when I men Jacopo in the living room, I saw that he was dresses in a full black suit, his hair messy, and his expression looking like ge was already regretting his decision to go visit Vanessa."You told me to drag you by the collar if you end up changing your mind, Jacopo. I plan on doing that." I playfully commented, limping closer to him and offering him my hand.He slid his hand into mind, his fingers firmly wrapped around my own, holding on to me as if I was his one and only life line."Are you ready to go?" I asked.Jacopo shook his head."Not even close." He replied as he took a step closer
Jacopo was in a bad mood for the rest of the night after Dante called, and he spoke to him over the phone. I got him to eat the food I heard up for the two of us, but he barely said a single word. I realized that he wasn't just upset with Dante. He had pure hate for that man. And again, I did not think that it would be appropriate to bring it up at that moment and make him speak about it when he clearly did that want to.I saw him crawl out of his shell not long ago just for him to crawl right back in after the phone call. I realized that while he needed to take all the time he wanted to heal, he also needed to make baby steps out of his shell and the apartment.That night, he went straight to bed after he had his dinner, and I kept my eyes on the electric stove until it cooled off before I joined him.I would usually settle for his old bedroom, but seeing as he had walked out of his room earlier to come look for me, I thought maybe he would appreciate it if I did the same for him.I
Jacopo's chest was pressed against my back, his arms still wrapped around my waist. His hands were pressed against my growing baby bumb, his fingers gently sticking my stomach over the fabric of my dress. I'd melted into his arms the second I realized that he was truly standing behind me with his arms around me. It was slightly harder to accept that he was out of his bedroom over the fact that I might be dreaming of all of this.His warm breath was fanning the side of my neck as he handed his chin leaning against my shoulder. My eyes were still planted on the window, but I was no longer looking at the breath taking night view. Instead, I was looking at Jacopo's reflection, studying every inch of him.His eyes were closed, his face relaxed to the point that he looked like he was soundly sleeping. I wanted to close my eyes and melt more into him, feel the heat of his body through our clothes. It truly felt like a dream, a good one at that.Jacopo pressed another kiss on the side of m
I stood in front of the window, looking out at the starless night sky. I had one hand pressed against my lower abdomen and the other hand supporting my waist. I was exhausted, but I couldn't force my eyes away from the beautiful view just yet.The past eight weeks had not been easy, but they were certainly a working progress.The first few days, I was unable to make him eat much. He would nibbled on something and drained a water bottole before he would go back to sleep. He was losing a lot of weight in those times, and I was getting more and more concerned about him.He refused to let Doctor Morgan into the house so he can check his wound for him, and he refused to listen to my pleas for him to eat, to get up and stretch him muscles a bit. He refused to leave the bedroom we used to share, and he refused to speak to me as well. I had decided to sleep in his previous bedroom at night to give him the space he needed and kept being around him during the day.But I wasn't the only one J
I started by drawing the thick drapes and letting sun shower the living room, instantly making it much better than it was when I first arrived. I then went into the kitchen to first check if there was anything around that would result in a proper meal.The boiled eggs were at the same spot as I had left them when I decided to leave for the Viper city, and the remaining fruits looked a bit off considering the amount of time they were left in there. And from the clean trash can, I could tell that Jacopo had not been eating.I pulled my phone out, exiting out of the list of contact numbers from when I gave my father a call just minutes ago, and looked into the restaurants Jacopo and I used to order from.I knew he had a few favorites, so I decided to order from a few of them in case he was feeling of having a variety.Until I food arrived, I bussied myself by cleaning the fridge and them pacing around when I had nothing else to do.All of the food arrived maybe about thirty minutes later
The drive to Jacopo's apartment was silent. There was a car following after my father and I as he was planning on staying in the web city to make sure that I was safe. My stomach was fluttering with a lot of emotions, the most dominant once being fear and doubt."I want you to keep your phone on you every single second of the day and night. Understood?" My father commented as he stopped the car in front of the tall apartment building."Undrestood." I nodded my head."I also need you to keep me updated. I want your morning texts to be morning, noon, and night. Okay?""Okay?""Oh, and one more thing. Do not forget what you promised me. You sense any danger, then I was you out of there. Okay.""I'll keep my promise, Dad." I said, taking my seatbelt off and twisting in my seat to give him a hug."I'll be okay, Dad." I whispered.He let out a tired sigh as he patted me on the head."I'll trust that you'll be." He replied when I pulled away."I'm going to go now." I announced before I grab
I was discharged a few hours later, and it took me a great deal of convincing my father to let me see Jacopo one more time before we left."You'll see him at the funeral." My father had argued when I asked him to let me see my husband first, but he let me go to Jacopo's room first before we left, and disappointment hit me when I saw that Jacopo was no longer there, only Dante, who was sitting on the chair by the bedside, the same one that was turned over when Jacopo attacked him."Where did he go?" I asked, looking at the empty bed."He's gone." He replied."Where?""Probably to his apartment." I heard my father sigh."And you just let him go?" I questioned, looking at my husband's boss with a frown on my face.Dante didn't give me a reply, which gave my father space to butt in."There you have it, Bella. Now let's go. You'll see him at the funeral anyway." He commented as he turned around to leave.I had no other choice but to follow him, knowing that I couldn't get myself to the ap
Ezabella Viper...I woke up with a blinding headache, my eyes barely able to see around me. It took me some time to register that I was in a hospital room, sleeping in a hospital bed."Bella?" A familiar voice called out, forcing my eyes to shirt towards the bedside chair.My father's bruised face came into view."Bella," he called out again, hovering over my, his hands reaching for mine.Within the next seconds, he was running out of the hospital room to get someone and back with whoever he had gone searching for.The next few minutes went on as a woman examined me, shining light into my eyes, asking me how I felt, specifically how my head felt, and then proceeding to tell my father and I that I had a mild concussion and should be fine.My biggest worry was the health of my baby, as I recall being tossed around after those men dragged me out of the flipped car and into the trunk of their own. The most the doctor could tell me was that I needed rest and continuous supervision j