“Siena is doing fine, and she’s as cute as always, but Christian, on the other hand.” Dario chuckled. “I heard you’ve been ignoring his phone calls, and he’s pretty pissed.” “How pissed?” “Fuming,” Dario confirmed. “I can give him the phone right now if you want—“ “No!” I stopped him. Christian d
Christian “Let’s hope grandpa and grandma like you a bit more than your mommy,” Christian spoke as he held Siena and made his way to the Alfonzo estate. He knew he was unfair, but he couldn’t help himself. No matter what, he could not come up with a solid reason why Serena would ignore his calls,
“If you’re letting your son play with a toy gun despite knowing the business we’re in, you’re disgusting, terrible, stupid, and in need of help,” Christian spoke, annoyed as he brushed past Emilio to make his way inside. “And you’re a bad parent.” “Yes, because you’re the parent of the year!” Emili
Christian “So everything is being taken care of, Franco is transferring the money, I’ve also taken care of Carmen and Luke’s party, and all we have to do is prepare for tonight,” Beau informed Christian. Christian gave him a nod, but all he could think of was Serena. The text had bothered him, and
“Isobel—“ Beau called out, but Isobel had no plans to stop and continued her rant. “He’s an asshole who doesn’t care for anyone other than Siena, and that’s why she send her bikini pics to Dario—“ “Isobel, stop!” Beau stopped her from talking. It took some time for Christian to process her words,
“Can you blame me?” Christian spoke. “One is apparently drinking shots from half-naked men and is too lazy to check up on her daughter, while the other one has so much to say about me while she should ask God for forgiveness for what she has done to Vince—“ “What has she has done to Vince?“ “You c
“Isobel, you didn’t have to say all of that,” I told her as soon as she hung up the phone. Yes, Christian was an asshole, but no one could speak on him except for me. “It’s true, though,” Isobel spoke. “You’re too good for him, and you know that. He doesn’t deserve you.” “Please,” I begged her. “P
“I drank so much that I couldn’t even stand up straight, and I almost kissed this random guy—but then I came back to my senses because I didn’t want to hurt you...I know how that feels.” “Fine,” Christian spoke to my surprise. I wanted him to get angry, and I wanted him to ask me why I did that, bu