GIOVANNI’S POV.It was two in the afternoon, and I was beyond exhausted. I had to leave very early in the morning because I had a meeting to attend, and now what I wanted to do was get done with work and finally go home.With a sigh, I flipped through some files when a commotion from outside caught my attention.“You can’t go in there.” The voice of my secretary calls out panic just as the door to my office is pushed open and the one person I wish not to see walks in, followed by my very alarmed secretary.“I’m sorry, sir; I tried to stop her.” Thomas says, giving me a worried look.I cast a glance at Yvonne, who was dressed in a skanky ass dress. with my jaw clenched, trying to control my anger before returning my gaze back to Thomas. “It’s okay, Thomas. I will take it from here.”Thomas nods, casting Yvonne a disapproving look before making his way out of my office, making sure to close the door behind him.“What are you doing here?” I growled out, and my eyebrows furrowed together.
VICKY’S POVRichard and I moved through the hallway of the Dewitt mansion, with Cara following along.Cara reached towards her suite, turned to her left, and paused. “Are you ready to witness the most beautiful portrait you have ever seen?”“Yeah,” Richard grumbled out, making me roll my eyes, knowing he was curious to see what Mother had to show us.Giggling like a ten-year-old, Cara opened the door to her room. “Here we are.” She brought us in while rubbing her palms together. “There it is.” She points toward the portrait.Richard and I eyes trialled to look to where she was pointing, and my breath caught, looking at the portrait right in front of us. Every detail was captured so well that I had to blink to make sure it was real.“It’s beautiful, right?” Cara asked. Beautiful was an understatement for such mastery; little art could compare to such brilliance.“Oh my God!, Mom,” Richard said, absolutely stunned like I was. I couldn’t believe my eyes, and I just stood there staring at
Roy’s PovI opened my eyes and turned to see the doctor checking my vitals.He smiled. “Oh, you are awake?”I nodded and tried to sit up, but he touched my shoulder and kept me in the same position. “No, don’t stress yourself any further; you still need a little more rest.”“I just want to sit. My whole back aches.”“It’s normal; don’t worry. It will subside soon.” He said, smiling, “Come on, give me your hand.”I raised it, and he took it, took a closer look, and stared at me. “How much sleep have you been getting the past few days?”“Um...” I scratched my forehead.“Not nearly enough, it would seem. Do you have any idea why you are feeling so horribly?” He asked, then placed my hand back down, turned towards the door, pushed it closed, and turned to me again. He sat down on the edge of my bed and took my hand again. “Mrs. Reeves, are you aware that you are with a child?”“What?”He nodded and looked at my stomach. “You are pregnant. Your bloodwork has come back with a positive pregn
I felt heavy and unspeakably exhausted, and my eyelids were too heavy even to lift. I wondered dimly what was wrong with me, but it didn’t feel important enough to mention when my brain was a swamp.A hand grasped my limp fingers, where they lay splayed on the cover. ‘You will feel better tomorrow,’ the voice assured me with impressive confidence. ‘It’s your temperature. You have a slight fever.”I wanted to tell him I would be fine by tomorrow morning, but I didn’t have the energy, and I simply sighed as I shuffled my legs across the bed to find the edge. Letting out a puff of breath, I attempted to roll my heavy body.‘What are you trying to do?’ Giovanni demanded, sounding tried beyond worried, making me feel guilty."Bathroom," i said curtly, mortified by that necessity.I felt Giovanni push back the duvet and scoop me up slightly. He had gotten so used to carrying me around that now I was certain it cost him not a thought to do it. I probably weighed far less than I think I did,
It was five in the evening. I had quickly showered. I walked into the walk-in closet to do my make-up while Giovanni and Alexander both got ready. I did natural makeup. I didn't put any foundation on, but I put a little bronzer on my eyelids and cheekbones to give me the same colour.I picked up the dress I was wearing and put it on. It looked absolutely beautiful. It was a black dress that gummed to my body, aligning every single curve in my body. I took a minute to look at myself. I felt beautiful and powerful.I decided to use a little eyeliner and mascara with my pink lip gloss. Since my hair was already short and reaching my shoulders, I chose to leave it down instead of putting it up in a ponytail.I took out my phone to take a quick picture of myself and sent it to Vicky.I scroll past the pictures, moving to the ones with Giovanni, Alexander, and me. A smile graced my face as I saw how beautiful we looked. We had made so many memories in just a year. I stopped at the picture o
Sunlight on my face was what woke me up, as it shone through the window, nearly blinding. My eyes snapped open, just for me to close them back. I blinked repeatedly before fully keeping it open.I heard the sound of steady breathing behind me and rolled over to the other side, facing a sleeping Giovanni. I took in his handsome features; his mouth was slightly open, and his hair was a bit over his face. I smiled at how adorable he looked right now.I looked down at our tangled legs, with Giovanni’s arm wrapped around my waist. My hand reached up and brushed the hair away from his face. He stirred a little, his hold tightening around my waist.My lips rounded into a soft smile, and I felt my heart warm, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel guilty that this was the most rest he had gotten in two days. Maybe I should just be honest and let him know about the baby.I thought to myself as my hand found its way over to my tummy, still trying to comprehend the fact that there was a
I was starting to feel more like myself after a month. My morning sickness persisted, but it was not as bad as it had been at first. My emotions seem to have been slightly elevated, aside from my morning sickness. In particular, I was excessively frustrated—sexually, might I add?—as well as excessively joyful and depressed. It didn’t help that Giovanni had been away on a business trip due to work.But when I turned over on the bed, I was surprised to see the Greek god curled up next to me, and I couldn’t help but admire his beauty and the perfectly sculpted face even in my sleepy state. I reached for him on autopilot, somewhere in the middle of the night, when dawn was still far away and the night's magic was at its thickest. From the depths of my sleep, I reached for him, my palms flat against his muscular abdomen, my hands finding his chest and running over his muscles. Down, to the arch of his back."Roy," Giovanni whispered softly, his eyes wide and intense, pinning me with the
As I undressed and turned on the shower, the aroma of flowers filled the room and I smiled, humming. My hands made their way slowly down to my stomach as I started washing my skin. Today was the day I finally tell Giovanni about the baby and the fact that we were going to be parents again. Undoubtedly, I was a nervous wreck, but I have made the decision to focus more on the good than the bad. Having a baby is good news; it's not like we were committing any sins or the like. We are both married and insanely in love with each other. Turning off the shower, I wrapped myself in the plush towel and wrapped my hair with another. I brushed my teeth before making my way out of the bathroom.I changed into a beautiful red dress, letting my hair down as it fell down my shoulders. I did a little bit of makeup and was about to put on my shoes when the sound of my phone ringing grabbed my attention.I walked over to where it lay on the bed, picking it up and bringing it to my ear.“Hi,” I call o
It's been ten years since I gave birth to my beautiful daughter Ginevra, ten years since i got remarried to Giovanni. I still couldn't believe this was my life. I have a caring, loving husband with beautiful children.My mind drifted to my best friend, and I smiled. Vicky and Richard got married two years after Giovanni and I got married. A year later, they gave birth to their beautiful baby girl, Cassidy. Five years ago, she gave birth to their youngest child, Ace.Ariella. Giovanni's mom also found a man of her own, which was kind of weird at first. Giovanni really didn’t like the idea of her dating, saying he didn’t want her to replace his dad, but after Ariella and I had sat him down , explaining to him that she wasn’t replacing his dad and just wanted someone to love her. Giovanni had no other option than to agree, giving his blessing to his mom and Lorenzo , Ariella’s husband.Since Lorenzo has children of his own, a boy and a girl, Giovanni had gained siblings and was protectiv
It's been a week since the baby shower and gender reveal party. Giovanni has been AWOL, always disappearing every single time I set my eyes on him. He wakes up before me and comes back after I have gone to sleep. I didn't know what to think about it and thought of confronting him, but all he said was "I need you to follow me somewhere this evening. Dress formally" before leaving the room.I didn't want to think much about his secretive behaviour, but that didn't stop my mind from running wild. Was it because I had added weight and I didn't look as sexy as I was for him?sighed.!I got up from bed to get ready. I walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and immediately hopped in. I had an hour and thirty minutes to get ready.I walked back inside the room once I was done showering and dried off my hair and body. I walked into the closet to look for a dress, shoes, and other necessities, keeping them safely before taking my seat in front of the mirror to have my makeup done.I did
" It's time for your hair and makeup." Vicky said in a song-song voice. I walked into the room with a group of makeup artists.I don't know what she was up to. I haven't left the room since the morning because they won't let me. It's been a week since she came over to visit, and we have been hanging out a lot lately. She and Alexander helped keep me company whenever Giovanni wasn't around.But today I had no idea what was going on. When I woke up this morning, Giovanni's side of the bed was empty, and before I could step out of the room, I saw Alfred standing outside the door. He refused to let me pass, saying he was ordered to keep me inside the room for a few hours, which turned into a whole day because it was five in the evening.Anything I needed, be it breakfast or lunch, was brought up here by a maid. I tried calling Giovanni, but he wouldn't pick up any of my calls, and now Vicky was trying to set me up. But for what exactly?" What is going on?" I asked. Vicky shrugged, not re
The water trickled down my hair to my shoulders and back in the same manner. I washed away the vanilla scented soap off my hair as it stuck to my body. After turning the water off, I stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my body. Things have been going smoothly for a month since I was discharged from the hospital.I stand in front of the mirror, wiping off the fog from it to get a better look at my reflection. I looked at the tiny, hardly visible scar on my forehead andYou could hardly see it except if you were close to me, and my hair plays a major part in covering it up.I walked out of the bathroom and to the closet, looking for a comfortable shirt to put on. It was in the afternoon, and I had already had my lunch. After dressing up, I walked out of the closet to the bed to lie on it. I took out my phone and went through my message box, replying to the messages sent by my mom and brother.I chatted with my mom for some time before she went offline since she had to
Royalty's Pov.My head was aching, and my ears were ringing. I started to move my head slowly. It was still a pain to move. I could hear the voices of someone talking, but not too clearly. I opened my eyes just to shut them back down due to the sun sipping in. I took in a deep breath before opening it again, looking around the room, trying to figure out where I was.The image of the accident replayed in my head. I immediately placed my hand on my tummy. I looked to my side to see Giovanni's familiar dark hair, which seemed to have grown on the bed beside me, while his body was on a chair. He looked fast asleep.I moved my hand slowly, lifting it up to his hair, running my fingers through it, and he groaned in satisfaction." Giovanni," I said, but it was barely a whisper, making it difficult for him to hear. I used my tongue to wet my dried lips before trying again. " Giovanni."His head snapped up so fast, I was surprised it was still attached to his neck. His eyes showed how shocked
2015- Feb-7ROY'S POV“Are we there yet?” I ask again for the thousands of hours while still taking in the scenery.Giovanni chuckles at my question, amused by my curiosity. “ Almost.” He says he is still not going into details as to where he was taking me.He had only told me he wanted to show me something but wouldn’t tell me what it was, despite the fact that we had been driving for at least two hours.We travelled further until we arrived in front of a mansion. The view was breath-taking. I couldn’t stop gazing at the castle-like estate as we pulled up to the house and entered the foyer. We both got out of the car, making our way into the house, and I was once again blown away by the view of the living room. It was beyond lovely. Floor-to-ceiling windows were present. The fireplace and the wall both convey grandeur.“Why are we here?” I ask before I get carried away by my own fantasy.I notice the wooden floor planks have been arranged in a herringbone pattern, which gives the wh
2014-August-23My eyes flutter up, straining at the door, when I notice a shadow lurking outside of it. I got up with a start, wondering if someone had broken in. My parents aren’t at home, and my brother was over at his girlfriend’s place, leaving me alone.Well, not technically alone, since the house was crowded with securities, which was all the more reason to be frightened. How had this person passed through the securities and gotten right at my door?Looking around, I picked up the lamp from beside the bed, slowly making my way to my door, but before I got there, the door knob twisted, and the door opened. I saw a figure walking in and was about to let out a scream when I was able to make out who it was standing in front of me. Giovanni.What is he doing here?How did he get in?“I’m guessing that is for me.” A deep voice asks as the door clicks shut.Since our little escape at the party a month ago, we haven’t spoken much, although he always acknowledges me when we pass each ot
Standing enthralled with the man in front of me once more, I could not resist his allure and pull. I stood there admiring his broad shoulders and his back to me.The shirt he had on was snug across his broad back as he leans down and rests his forearms on the stone balustrade in the little walk-way path. There is a white cloud of cigarette smoke that rises and is carried away by the wind, but some of it hangs around him, seemingly unwilling to go.I could spend the entire night watching his back, but now is the moment to act. That’s what I’m here for. I can't back down now. I move in closer, making a loud sound as my heels strike the grey slate flooring. My legs feel unsteady, and my heart is pounding almost as loudly. However, I am capable of doing this.I just wanted to say hello. It is not that critical. I force myself to swallow my anxiety and say the first thing that occurs to me, understanding that I need a reason to be here in the first place. "Hello," I murmur. “Can you spa
The heavens!.Giovanni Reeves was even hotter than I remembered him to be.I mean, he’s always had good looks. He’s tall and dark, and he’s quiet in a way that makes him seem intriguing—like he’s got a lot of mysterious things buried inside, just waiting to be released.I’ve always wanted to be the person he shares his hidden thoughts with. That would be such a privilege.I still yearn for that privilege now.He’s older now, obviously. He was eighteen and fresh out of high school the last time I saw him, which had been five years ago. And now seeing him again stirs my heart in a way I never knew possible.I can’t pinpoint exactly which parts of his face have changed because he looks exactly the way he always has, and yet he somehow appears different. More mature. More dignified.His voice has grown deeper, as I realised as I watched him greet a couple of friends.He definitely looks like he belongs under the spotlight, with his solid figure, his strong jaw, and his high cheekbones.Bu