Christian “A bit rough, don’t you think?” Christian turned around and looked at Dario. He was the last person Christian wanted to see at that moment, especially after Serena’s confession. It wasn’t new to Christian, but it felt different to hear it from her mouth, and he did not want to be anyone’
“You know what, it’s fine, you’re coming with us.” Christian sighed as he slowly returned to his senses. He would at least try to push everything aside. Berto was his only priority at the moment. The moment they arrived back at the mansion, Christian stormed towards his office and locked the door,
“Siena deserves better.” Christian mentioned. “What Siena deserves is a family,” Beau spoke, determined. He could not respect Christian decision. As long as it wasn’t Serena’s decision, he would not accept it. “Did you know your sister threw a bottle at me last week?” Christian told Beau. “Does th
Christian “Someone tell me what the hell he’s doing here,” Christian whispered as he walked down the stairs. He didn’t even have the energy to look at all the strangers setting up equipment for the party as his eyes could only see Luca. What was he up to? “Cousin!” Luca opened his arms. Christian
“Listen here, you ugly beast, I’ve been nice for way too long, but if you threaten Serena ever again, I will—“ “What?” Luca managed to get out. “You will what? Ruin my life even more?” “Isn’t it already bad enough that you’re keeping me hostage?” Hostage? Christian took a step back upon hearing
Christian “Serena, please not now,” Christian answered. He knew it was wrong, but now was not the right time to discuss it as there were more important stuff to worry about. “What do you mean, not now?” Serena snarled. “Are we really going to pretend like you didn’t call me a bad mom?” She had pi
Christian laughed at her unexpected answer but was happy to see that she could still joke around. He was happy to know that she was still the same. “Serena.” He spoke, annoyed. “You’re an idiot,” Serena responded. “But I’m sorry for what I said about Dario.” “Please hang up the phone.” Christian r
“You’re asking me that question?” Johnny asked, offended. “Because I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the old Christian would never let some teenager change his house into a nightclub!” Christian tried his hardest to ignore Johnny's words while Johnny was nowhere near finished. “Maybe grandpa does