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
Christian “Who are we glaring at?” Christian yelled over the loud music. “The Logan guy who is standing a bit too close to my sister.” Beau folded his arms. Christian followed Beau’s eyes and looked at Carmen, who was talking to a guy. “We have other stuff to worry about, don’t you think?” Christ
“You better do what he tells you to.” Dario joined the conversation. Christian felt insecure over the fact that it was once again Dario who had pushed his cousin to follow his instructions as Kenzo pulled out his phone. “He gave me this number last week.” Kenzo sighed as he searched for Berto’s numb
“I’m sorry,” Dario barely whispered. “If I would’ve done something from the beginning—“ “But you couldn’t,” Christian told him. “You couldn’t, and it’s not your fault, so let the past stay in the past.” “You’re a good person, Christian.” Dario smiled. He knew better than anyone that he should prob