“Did you came here on your own?” Beau asked. I shook my head and pointed to the car. “I told Christian I needed some air, so he called Marc to take care of me.” “Oh, I haven’t seen him in a while,” Beau spoke. Of course, he hadn’t because Christian mistreated him. He probably got sick of his big mo
No, I wanted to protect my siblings, and Beau had the right to know who he was working for. “Christian is trying to sweep it under the rug. Carmen and Luke are just following his orders—but I’m still an Alfonzo.” “Serena?” Beau asked, worried. There was no turning back. “I’m not a Lamberti, I’m an
“It’s not pathetic.” Marc defended him. “I can’t even begin to explain how much Christian loves you, and he just wants you to be safe.” I wondered whether Marc knew about Johnny. Would Christian have told him? “We’re here.” Marc interrupted my thoughts. I turned around, surprised, and looked at Ch
“Siena, what did mommy get herself into?” I waited for an answer, but all I saw were the same bright eyes full of curiosity staring back into mine. It seemed to be some kind of routine and I could only wait for the day she would finally be able to reply. Perhaps she could give me some good advice.
“Christian, please tell me why we have to do this again?” Isobel called out his name as we arrived downstairs. It was a good thing she was here because if anyone knew how to keep a conversation going, it had to be her. “Because you and Beau are engaged, so you’re family...I guess,” I told her. At t
It took a few seconds, but it seemed like Christian had finally gathered some courage to ask me the truth. ‘Did you tell him,’ sounded the same as ‘did you break our promise,’ and I couldn’t handle it? “Where were you yesterday?” “I told you...I just needed some air.” I whispered, afraid for his r
“Good.” Christian chuckled. He shot me a slight smile, before he walked off with Siena in his arms and left me behind with Dario. I was waiting for Dario to speak, as he usually began the conversation, but he did nothing. All he could do was stare at me as if we were at a business meeting. “So?” I
Dario opened his mouth for a split second before closing it right after. This was all some stupid game, and he didn’t know what he was talking about. That was it. I could see the regret in his eyes. “You’re right!” I told him. “You’re right, I do like you, and that’s why you can’t do this to me. Yo