Christian No, I’m not that person anymore, Christian thought as he took a deep breath. He was going to prove everyone wrong and he was going to be the person Serena expected him to be. A family man. “Carmen and Luke are just as much my family as you are, and I won’t sacrifice a bunch of children.
“We can just talk about it. There’s no need for all of this.” Christian whispered, but his uncle turned his head and moved his gaze towards Dario. Christian could tell Dario was too afraid and ashamed to look his dad in his eyes as he hadn’t said a single word to him. He betrayed him, and there was
“That’s my Chrissie!” Berto's laughter filled the warehouse. He looked back at the army of men. “I told you he’s unstable. The whole family knows he’s crazy.” Tyler made his way to the center with trembling legs and let go of Carmen and Luke, while Christian let go of Luca. Carmen flew into Christ
Christian Christian leaned against the door frame and stared at Carmen, who was peacefully asleep. It was several hours after the party and as much as he wanted to do it, the traumatic experience was something he could not remove for her. It took a lot of patience, but she was finally asleep. Chri
“So that’s why Dario is suddenly in the picture,” Luke concluded. “I’m so happy that I have three older brothers, so I’ll never have to go through this. Dad will never give me the business, and that’s a good thing.” “Is it?” Christian laughed. Even though he had two older cousins who deserved the p
“I don’t deserve you,” Christian whispered. That was the only thing he could say without a single doubt. “I treated you like shit from the moment you’ve been here, I’ve disrespected you, betrayed you, and you’re still by my side. I don’t deserve you.” “No!” Serena spoke, annoyed. “I know where this
“So, I guess we’re back.” I smiled at Isobel. It was a nice break, but I was glad to be back. Faith, Luna, and Olivia were on their way home, while Isobel and I were on our way to the mansion. I hadn’t spoken to Christian since last night, and I truly hoped he was doing okay. I knew my Christian, a
I felt terrible because I knew what he was referring to. Being able to hold me, allowed him to think about something other than his uncle, even if it was just for a little while. “I like it too—“ “You make me sick!” Christian and I turned around and looked at poor Beau, who was getting yelled at b