First Beau and now Dario? Dario didn’t even like him. I stomped towards the mansion and noticed how Dario was determined to make sure I got in safe. Seeing Ramiro’s car in the driveway made me even more pissed. If anyone needed to treat their wounds, they could’ve done that at the hospital. I could
I laughed at the worried look on his face and pulled him into a hug. “Maybe I was overreacting. I’m sorry.” I apologized as I thought about my actions. “And I love you too, I love you too much, and that’s why I get so jealous.”It wasn’t about what he had done. It was about Gina. I felt threatened b
“So what are you going to poison us with?” Beau joked as he walked into the kitchen. I liked him way better when he didn’t speak.Christian was upstairs with Ramiro, who was still treating Enzo and Gina, and I did not want to interfere. I was not in the mood for any more misunderstandings, so perhap
“Yes, sure—you can go upstairs.” Marc smiled. “He would love to see her, and he could use a distraction at the moment.”“Great,” I spoke, relieved. “Please stay here and watch the soup. I need you to turn off the stove in five minutes—thank you!” I told Marc and left him behind, flustered as I made
“It’s good to see you, Serena,” Ramiro spoke while Christian interacted with Siena. “I knew the two of you would get back together!”“Right.” I smiled. “I’m actually a bit embarrassed to show my face after everything, but it’s good to see you too.”“How is Vince doing?” I asked Ramiro. He made sure
“You told me you ate sand as a child—we don’t trust you,” Beau commented. “You ate what?” Christian asked, flustered.“I ate nothing, and Beau, stop it!” I complained and filled everyone’s bowls with soup. “It tastes really good, and we’re all going to have a nice dinner, now shut up!” I spoke, irri
I woke up to the sound of giggles and laughter and rubbed my eyes to watch how Christian held Siena in his arms.“What is she doing awake? It’s so early.” I yawned, exhausted and looked at the clock. “6 AM? She should be asleep.”“I’m sorry, did we wake you?” Christian asked, worried. “I’m sorry, I
“So you can’t tell me about what’s in your family warehouse? That’s funny.” I chuckled. He wanted me to be a Lamberti, but he wasn’t willing to share everything. I wondered where that same energy was when he brought me along to save his brother yesterday.“Stop it.” Christian sighed. “I’m doing ever