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
“You know what picture, and I know you want to protect me—but it was inappropriate, and I need you to forget about it.” “That’s it?” Dario chuckled. “Was there a nude I missed, or are we being so hysterical over a bikini pic?” Dario had a point. There was nothing to discuss, it was a bikini pictur
I was pretty shocked after hearing Christian’s story. Who would’ve thought that Berto was in on everything? I knew Christian most likely blamed himself, but this sounded like something which could not have been prevented. The thing which shocked me the most was Johnny’s decision to sacrifice my sib
“I know you just came back, but I have a lot I have to do tomorrow—“ “And I’ll do it with you.” I decided. I knew what he was thinking, but it was not going to happen. He was not going to lock me up in some safe house. “I told you we’re a team, remember.” Christian seemed shocked by my words and g
“So is your brother, and someone needs to free him—I mean, the poor guy is stuck, and it’s all because she’s pregnant.” “Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?” I mumbled. Wasn’t that how Christian felt at one point? “No, it doesn’t.” Christian shook his head. “Your pregnancy allowed me to get to know the r
“Serena, he’s my cousin,” Christian spoke in disbelief. “I understand, but Carmen and Luke are Alfonzo’s, and so is Siena...they’re my siblings, and if he was ready to sacrifice them, where do you think that leaves Siena?” Christian froze up and stared at Siena. Perhaps now he would listen. “Peopl
“Siena, are you excited to see grandpa?” Christian kissed her cheek. It was one day before the family shoot, and I had somehow managed to push Christian to talk about Dario’s position with Franco. “Please behave normally around my dad,” Christian requested. “What do you mean?” “I mean that you do
“Come, come!” Lucio opened his arms when we reached the door. Christian handed me Siena and nearly ran into his dad’s embrace. “It looks like even you are replaceable,” I whispered to Siena, who was asleep in my arms. “I missed you. I thought you didn’t want to see me.” Lucio complained before he k