“I’m sorry, I-I don’t understand—“ “Now that you’re here, you might as well deliver a message to Dario,” Berto whispered. “Tell my son that I brought him a small present...for taking over the family business and for betraying me.” Berto turned around and made his way outside, while I was confused
“Look at him. He’s so pitiful.” The couple next to me whispered while their eyes were glued to Dario. Anyone would’ve expected for him to cry, and rightfully so—but he didn’t. It was his uncle’s funeral, and he didn’t shed a tear. Only one week had passed since the unfortunate event, and there were
“Give it.” Dario snatched it from my hands and tore the envelope to shreds, revealing the letter. With trembling hands, he read through the letter, while I could only wonder the context of it. “I’m going to kill him,” Dario whispered as tears fell from his eyes. It was the first time he showed some
“What do you want to eat?” Christian asked. “I’ll make you anything you want, even those unhealthy burgers you like.” One week had passed since the funeral, and for the first time in a while, we sat down at the kitchen table like a normal family. No strange visitors, no maids, just the three of us.
“Do what?” “Communicate,” Christian spoke, relieved. “But it feels good.” He spoke as he moved his hand to the ring around my finger. “And after all of this is finished, I’m going to give you the big wedding you want.” “Who told you I want a big wedding?” I frowned. Christian shrugged. “In that ca
Christian “This meeting didn’t go anywhere,” Christian spoke, frustrated. Dario shrugged. “We knew it wouldn’t.” He agreed. After a discussion that lasted about a week, the two and Franco had decided to give the remaining Lamberti’s a heads up about Berto’s reappearance. “Do you think they’re on o
“And I won’t do it again,” Christian stated. “Fabio Garcia was too easy, too predictable…Berto, on the other hand.” Berto’s interest in Serena was what had scared him the most. Christian had quickly realized that his uncle was an unpredictable demon who was capable of doing anything—including blowi
“It’s almost ridiculous how you manage to take good pictures of yourself but bad pictures of your daughter,” Isobel commented. “It’s a bit selfish, don’t you think?” We were in my room. During the past two days at my parents' house, she was nice enough to keep me company. Just like Christian, Beau
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“Oh, right.” Stella clapped her hands when the girl finally released a loud cough. “I would like to introduce you to Oscar Morales’ daughter, Aria.” The Morales’ They were new in the city and led by Oscar Morales with the help of his mysterious only daughter, who I had never seen before. Today was
“Out and about.” I sighed, exhausted. “Drunk.” “Where’s your ex-fiancee?” Vince chortled, nudging Beau’s shoulder, and a sigh escaped from my brother’s lips. Not surprisingly, the relationship and engagement between my brother and Isobel didn’t last. All it took for him to break her heart was one
The children ran to their grandma and grabbed her hand. Besides Christian, the kids also listened to their grandma. Who wouldn’t? Cesca could be really scary if she wanted to. “The two of you should hurry as well. We’re all waiting!” “We’ll be there soon. Don’t worry.” Christian nagged his mom, kin
Three Years Later I squeezed the ball gown dress around my body, desperate to see my little bump. Promising to get married within three years while not being pregnant was a stupid thing to do. Especially when I had a husband who was a bit too obsessed with expanding our family as if a three-year-o
“What do you have to say?” I leaned against the railing. Christian reached for something behind his back and showed me a small red box while I was still confused about what was happening. Was he going to propose to me…again? He opened the box, revealing a rose gold diamond ring that suited my tast
“Right!” The woman agreed. “He can’t even take a compliment without doing that weird thing with his—“ “Eyes!” I finished her sentence, laughing. “The blinking thing?” “Yes!” “Wait—how do you know Dario?” The thought had suddenly occurred to me. By the looks of it, she knew him very well. A bit to
Hours had passed, but Christian had yet to move a muscle. Many had either left the graveside in tears or had stepped out to take a breather, but not Christian. “It’s okay to cry, Christian.” I wrapped my arm around him, leaning into his chest. “If you want to yell, bawl—punch someone…I’m here.” I s
“Thank you.” Cesca’s lips trembled in fear at the new nickname I had made up for her. “I appreciate that.” “Now that I know your mother will be in good hands, I can finally be at peace.” Lucio let out a heavy breath. “This is the happiest I’ve been in a while.” Those were the exact words he had sp