After Grace’s mother had said those words to Alessia, she left the room to let Alessia think it through.She knew it wouldn’t be easy for Alessia to accept everything, but she had to accept it.It was best for both her and Marco. If only Grace’s mother knew the reasons behind the marriage Marco was getting into.Alessia contemplated for one whole hour, trying to think it through before acting rashly.“But, would he even want to see me again?” She muttered to herself, remembering that Marco had willingly let her go out of anger. Would he even want her around again? He seemed to have been mad at her at that time. Maybe he hated her now, so there was no use going after him.“No,” she shook her head and walked back to her bed. “There’s no need to go after him.” She said and lay on the bed.********Back at the base, in Marco’s bedroom.“Ah, you don’t know how much I hate Miracle,” Dante mumbled as he helped Marco fix his tie. Marco didn’t crack a smile, keeping his face grim as glaring
Gasps erupted in the entire hall the moment she rejected Marco.Her father, Ignacio already stood up from his seat, his eyes darkening when her words rang out continually in his head.“Miracle!” He yelled, storming towards the altar.Mimi turned to look at her father, seeing the anger in his eyes, she hurriedly ran towards the exit.Ignacio fumed at the stupid actions of his daughter. He signaled for his men to hold her down at once.But something unexpected happened the moment his men moved to stop Mimi.A group of armed men dressed in black stormed into the church just then, and without warning, they began to shoot mercilessly.Ignacio was gunned down the moment they stepped in. But thankfully, the bullet only shot at his shoulder instead, missing his chest.Marco and Dante sprang into action as they returned fire.Their men who were on guard also began to fire back at them.The armed men came prepared because more troops began to rush in.Mimi who already ran forward first was sho
Marco sat with a drink In his hand awaiting Victor who still hadn't come out of the bedroom. The sight of Dante ruthlessly digging his fingers into Alessia kept replaying in his head, his grip on the glass tightening.Alessia’s muffled scream had gnawed at him, making him unable to look at her during those times. To think she was in such pain because of him.Marco sighed, glancing at the door and wondering what was taking Victor so long to finish up. Impatiently, he stood up and walked to the room, opening the door and entering slowly.Victor, who was busily wrapping a bandage around her, turned to see who had walked in, already guessing who it was.“What’s taking you so long?” Marco asked with a disapproving look on his face.Victor merely rolled his eyes, turning back to the work he had at hand. “You know,” Victor said with a teasing smile. “Ever since this woman entered your life, she’s been fainting or getting hurt a lot. First, it was because of malnutrition, now she got shot
“What?” Grace asked, a frown on her face. Dante realizing what he just said, shook his head and flashed a smile at her.“Nothing.”Grace looked at him warily, she was sure she heard him say lover, but since he said it was nothing, there was no need to try to ask for more information.The rest of the nights went by with them enjoying their drinks and watching as the rain pounded heavily on the window panes of the bar.They couldn’t tell for how long they sat there, but Grace got drunk in no time. She might be one to put up a strong front once in a while, but she was not a drinker and could barely contain herself if she had even two glasses of vodka.“Shit! The rain!” She slurred, her eyes closed. “We need to find a way to get home.”Dante watched her already reddened face and smiled thinly. Who would have thought that of all women in the world he would choose to have a drink with, it was this hooligan lady.She was persistent, annoying, and adorable at the same time.He didn't regret a
“Let's stop here, bestie," Dante said huskily as he caught her hand which kept tracing his chest.“Why?" She asked, confusion flashing in her eyes. “You don't want me?" “No, not that. I want you, trust me. 0! But if we continue like this, I might not be able to hold back.” "Then don't,” she said seriously.Dante raised a questioning brow, his lips curving up. "What?”"Don’t hold back, I want this.” She admitted, looking him dead in the eye. She wasn't the shy type he usually liked, but with this side of her, he was more than contended."Are you sure about this?” He asked to confirm, he wouldn't want to be blamed for anything after this was over."Yes, I'm sure." She said again, confidently. Grace couldn't tell what was going through her mind, but she had always been one to follow her heart and think of consequences later. She knew this was not a good idea, but the urge to taste the forbidden fruit was stronger this time.She just wanted to stay in the moment and forget about the fut
Marco walked into the room, his footsteps barely making a sound on the marble floor. The morning sun streamed in through the opened curtains, shining on Alessia’s sleeping form.Marco made his way to the window area to close the curtains.The maids were incompetent to let the sunshine on a sick patient.Afterward, he turned to look at her peaceful face. Her eyes were closed as she was completely unaware of his presence.He sighed deeply, a mix of emotions swirling in him. He stayed put for a while, just watching her face, and finally, he moved to leave the room.The moment he left the room and closed the door behind him, Alessia stirred. Her eyes fluttered open. Her gaze swept around the unfamiliar ceiling above. This was not the ceiling at Grace’s house nor the one at the hospital.So, it could only mean that she was currently in someone else’s house.For a moment, she was disoriented as she sat up with so much difficulty, wincing in pain.Just then, the memories of the wedding came
“Ignacio, she hasn’t recovered yet!” Mimi’s mother yelled at her husband as he charged towards the girl’s room.He had been holding himself back ever since she was hospitalized.Initially, he had been so mad that his daughter almost lost her life on her wedding day, but now he didn’t care anymore about it. All that mattered was the union of their clan.He barged into Mimi’s room, finding her lying on the bed and typing away on her phone with a frown.“Miracle!” He yelled, startling her and making her sit up at once.“Papa, what’s wrong?” “Don’t ‘papa’ me, young lady!” He cut her short with a glare. “I decided to stay silent and wait till you recover before we talk about the stunt you pulled out there that day! You rejected Marco, bringing disgrace to this family.” Mimi’s gaze darkened at her father’s words. It was clear that day that her father didn’t care about her and her happiness.“Father, can you hear yourself? You don’t even care about my health or happiness!” She yelled back,
Marco got into the car, directing the driver to Salvador's home. If he has to set everything on track, then he needs to get Gaia to reject the proposal.Just then, Marco got a call from Ezekiel, his father. He wanted to reject the phone call, but he ended up accepting the call.“This better be important_”“Return to the mansion at once.” Ezekiel cut him short in a stern voice.“And what gave you the impression that I’ll obey you?” Marco asked with an amused expression.“That’s because I just found out about something remarkable. If I were you, I’d return at once.”Ezekiel’s words made Marco’s face contort into one of confusion.“What are you planning, father?” He asked calmly, waiting for the impending response.“It’s simple, who is Alessia Simone?”Ezekiel asked, his question accompanied by an evil chuckle.Marco’s hand which was holding the phone froze mid-motion. His eyes widened, shock crossing his features before he quickly masked it. He gripped the phone tighter, trying hard to
Marco leaned back in the leather, his gaze fixed on the glass of whiskey swirling in his hand. The amber liquid caught the light from the morning sun, shining a warm glow across the room. Dante sat across from him, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the armrest, a thoughtful expression on his face.“So,” Dante began, breaking the comfortable silence, “you’ve been quiet since that rooftop moment with Alessia. What’s going on in that head of yours, Marco?”Marco sighed, setting the glass down on the polished mahogany table.“I’m just thinking about how things are going to change soon,” he said, his voice heavier than usual. “In a few days, things are going to be changed.”Dante understood where he was heading, it was about his position as head of the clan. Before Dante could say a word, Marco continued, “Before anything changes around here, I want to do something fun.” Dante raised a questioning brow, already showing interest. “You’re thinking about a party, aren’t you?” he asked, e
The sight before her left her utterly speechless as she stepped out of the guest room. Her eyes darted between Marco and the woman who stood beside him. Were they just locked in each other’s embrace, kissing?Her anger surged, boiling over into a fury. “What the hell is going on here?” She demanded as if entitled to their explanation.Marco rolled his eyes and shoved both his hands into his pants pocket.“What does it look like to you?” He returned the question with his.Miracle’s gaze darkened, her eyes now locked onto Alessia. She had red hair—just like hers, and they both looked similar, which was uncanny for Mimi. It only riled her up even more. “Who is she?” She went ahead to ask Marco. “Is she the one? Your lover and the reason you’re refusing to accept me?”“She has nothing to do with you,” Marco interrupted her words, his face grim. “And I think it’s time for you to leave.” He added, his tone leaving no room for argument.But Mimi was far from done. Her first clenched at her
The sight before her left her utterly speechless as she stepped out of the guest room. Her eyes darted between Marco and the woman who stood beside him. Were they just locked in each other’s embrace, kissing?Her anger surged, boiling over into a fury. “What the hell is going on here?” She demanded as if entitled to their explanation.Marco rolled his eyes and shoved both his hands into his pants pocket.“What does it look like to you?” He returned the question with his.Miracle’s gaze darkened, her eyes now locked onto Alessia. She had red hair—just like hers, and they both looked similar, which was uncanny for Mimi. It only riled her up even more. “Who is she?” She went ahead to ask Marco. “Is she the one? Your lover and the reason you’re refusing to accept me?”“She has nothing to do with you,” Marco interrupted her words, his face grim. “And I think it’s time for you to leave.” He added, his tone leaving no room for argument.But Mimi was far from done. Her first clenched at her
“Fuck! The miracle is here,” Marco announced to their surprise. “Find a place to hide yourselves, I’m not ready for any explanations yet.” He directed at Grace and Alessia.Grace snorted in disapproval, “why do we have to hide? I mean we work for you.” She said.Dante sighed and shook his head.“He knows that, Bestie. But you still need to stay hidden.” And with that, Dante pulled her up and directed her towards the staircase.Alessia glanced at Marco for a while, she couldn’t help the feeling in her heart. Miracle had been the woman he was supposed to marry, but she rejected him at the altar, which was good enough for Alessia to believe that Mimi didn’t love Marco. But her sudden arrival stirred up something in her, maybe jealousy if she must admit.Marco turned to see that she was still standing there and frowned. “What are you waiting for? Go!” He ordered in a gruff voice.Alessia nodded, wanting to turn and do as told, but instead, she rushed over to Dante and pulled him in for a
The next day crept in faster than usual, Grace stirred and to her surprise, she was wrapped in someone's embrace. Her first thought was if she unknowingly went with one of those men at the table. Her heartbeat accelerated in fear as she actually thought maybe she had done it. She hurriedly pulled away from the figure but also realized it wasn't one of those men as she had thought. It was actually Dante. Dante's eyes fluttered open, as he jerked up from his sleep, reaching under his pillow as fast as lightning as he pulled out a gun. "Who's the fool?!" He yelled, aiming aimlessly. Grace, who hadn't expected that, froze at the sight of the gun he pulled out. Did... Did he just pull out a gun? The grogginess he felt slowly wore off and he could finally see it was Grace in the room with him and not someone else. He released a sigh of relief and put the gun aside. "Fuck, you scared me." He muttered and fell back on the bed. Grace then glared at him before yelling. "Was that a gun
A day after Dante had exposed his relationship with Grace, he drove directly to Devil's Den to find her. On his way to the place, he suddenly caught sight of a chocolate store by the roadside. An idea struck him, why not buy her a box of chocolate?With a small smirk on his face, he parked the car right beside the store and stepped down, ready to buy a box of chocolate for his bestie. But the moment he stepped before the store, ready to enter, he suddenly thought about something. What if Gracino didn't like chocolates? Yes, he knew girls liked it, but Grace was a hooligan. She wasn't like other girls. She and Alessia were crazy girls who didn't mind ripping a pack of chocolate apart in the twinkle of an eye. "Fuck, I don't think she likes chocolates." He said to himself, rubbing the back of his neck and standing there awkwardly. He groaned, throwing his head back as he turned to leave. He'd better not do something that would end up having Grace mock him at the end. He got back int
When Grace and Alessia arrived at Devil's Den, Grace brought her directly to the counter where she served the customers. Alessia felt out of place standing there, but she watched patiently as Grace went about her job. The men at the club couldn't keep their eyes off Alessia whose red hair was tantalizing and beautiful. Alessia felt very uncomfortable having so many people watching her as she tried to fit in. "Hey, do something. Don't just stand there." Grace said and nudged Alessia slightly, aiming to earn a reaction from her. "And what exactly am I supposed to do?" Alessia asked as she glared at Grace. She flipped her hair to the back, turning back to the counter as a man in a luxurious-looking outfit walked over to her instead of Grace.Alessia knew without a doubt that this man wasn't here for anything good. "Hey, beautiful." He called out with a smile, licking his lower lip as his eyes went directly to her cleavage which was a bit exposed.Alessia noticed his gaze on her, so
“So what exactly do you plan to do now,” Dante’s voice cut through the silence, his tone calm but probing.Marco turned to look at Dante, a brow coming up. “What do you mean?” he asked.“I mean,” Dante paused, then continued. “I know you aren't going to marry Gaia.”Marco’s gaze darkened as he glared at his cousin. A scowl formed on his face as he said in return.“I never had any intention of marrying Gaia. I made it clear from the start.”Dante nodded in understanding, “Of course, I knew that, But after the conversation with your father today, you'll have to get married to her.” Marco’s gaze shifted as the words Ezekiel had said to him earlier clicked in his head.“I found out something suspicious today, something my father said to me while on call.”“What's it about and who?” “Alessia. He said something about her father’s identity. I feel there’s something we don't know.” Marco explained seriously. Dante frowned. “What exactly did he say?” “It doesn’t matter, I need you to help
Marco got into the car, directing the driver to Salvador's home. If he has to set everything on track, then he needs to get Gaia to reject the proposal.Just then, Marco got a call from Ezekiel, his father. He wanted to reject the phone call, but he ended up accepting the call.“This better be important_”“Return to the mansion at once.” Ezekiel cut him short in a stern voice.“And what gave you the impression that I’ll obey you?” Marco asked with an amused expression.“That’s because I just found out about something remarkable. If I were you, I’d return at once.”Ezekiel’s words made Marco’s face contort into one of confusion.“What are you planning, father?” He asked calmly, waiting for the impending response.“It’s simple, who is Alessia Simone?”Ezekiel asked, his question accompanied by an evil chuckle.Marco’s hand which was holding the phone froze mid-motion. His eyes widened, shock crossing his features before he quickly masked it. He gripped the phone tighter, trying hard to