Roseline's POV When I thought that he was going to leave us, he sighed and grabbed his seat again, taking me by surprise. A sudden rush of warmth filled my heart. It is for the very first time that he has listened to me. There is definitely something big in between these people, which I fail to see. Even Grandpa seemed hesitant to intervene. While I had no desire to pry into their personal affairs, the sight of Vincenzo's mother, wearing a smile that barely masked her sadness and helplessness, tugged at my heart. Though I had never experienced the joy of being a parent, as an orphan, I understood the pain of being separated from one's family. I could only imagine the deep hurt Vincenzo's mother must be feeling because of her son's distant and cold behavior. She tries to hide it with a wide, warm smile on her lips. As the room grew heavy with unspoken tension, Kevin cleared his throat with a mischievous grin on his lips. "Wow, this is quite the dramatic family reunion we've got h
Roseline's POV Just as I was about to see the photograph, Vincenzo shouted from behind, making me flinched at my place. The photograph slipped from my finger as I was startled by the roar of Vincenzo. The sound of Vincenzo's voice, filled with frustration and rage, sent a chill down my spine. My heart skipped a beat, and I spun around, my eyes widening in alarm at the sight before me. Vincenzo stood there, his presence dominating the room, engulfed in overwhelming anger that radiated from every fiber of his being. He always keeps his face stoic, void of any emotions, but right now even the blind could sense the wrath that his body was emitting. It was as if the dam holding back his feelings had burst, unleashing a torrent of pent-up frustration. His eyes, usually calm and serene, were now bloodshot and ablaze with fiery intensity. The veins on his forehead pulsed with the force of his rage, and his jaw clenched so tightly that it seemed as if it might break under the strain and h
Roseline's POV As soon as Vincenzo disappeared from sight, Kevin rushed to my side and helped me sit down on a chair. His voice was filled with concern as he asked, "Are you alright?" I couldn't bring myself to answer him. Vincenzo's hurtful words and his treatment of me still lingered in my mind. I felt lost and drained, unable to respond. Lost in my thoughts, I noticed a glass of water placed in front of me. When I looked up, I realized Kevin had brought it for me. "Thank you; I'm fine," I murmured, looking away. "No, you're not," he asserted firmly. I glanced back at him, surprised by his tone. He let out a heavy sigh, closed his eyes briefly, and then pulled a chair in front of me, sitting down. "From the very first day, I sensed that something was not right between you." I stayed silent, feeling completely drained and lacking energy. Life seemed to continually throw me into difficult situations, leaving me worse off than before, no matter how hard I tried to accept what ca
Roseline's POV I was restless, tossing and turning in bed, unable to find any respite in sleep. The words of Vincenzo were still ringing in my head. They have deeply hurt me. I was just trying to console him so that he wouldn't feel alone. But he humiliated me in return. I didn't know that my calling him 'Enzo' would enrage him so much. I would have never called him. I could again feel tears stinging my eyes. Keeping his thoughts aside for the moment, I closed my eyes again, trying to sleep. My eyes snapped open again when I realized that Vincenzo had left the house two hours ago and hadn't returned yet. Despite everything he had done to me, I couldn't help but worry for his safety. My heart pounded as the clouds thundered. He would be fine! He is a grown-up man, not a kid who doesn't need anyone to look after him. As I closed my eyes again, attempting to quiet my mind, I heard a disturbance at the door of the room, causing me to open my eyes once more. To my surprise, Vincenzo
He is thinking of me as his first love, which of course I am not and he has already punished me hard enough not to repeat my mistake. He is crazy.The whirlwind of emotions he displayed, swinging from tenderness to aggression in mere moments, left me on edge. The memories of the pain he had inflicted on me as a form of punishment still haunted my thoughts, making me wary of his sudden change in demeanor."Vincenzo, you are not in the right state of mind at the moment," I reasoned, my voice steady. "Let's discuss this in the morning when you are sober.""No!" He exclaimed, his voice filled with determination, "I have come to my senses now and I don't want to wait for the morning. Even if it is my dream, I want to live it with you," he protested."It is not a dream," I told him. "I am not going anywhere in the morning."It is just that your feelings would change. Right now, you are dying to listen to me and in the morning, you will treat me like an unwanted item in your house."Promise?
Roseline's POV I stirred in my sleep with the chirping of the birds. I felt a hard mattress below me before I could open my eyes. Did I sleep on the rock last night? My eyes felt heavy and I slowly blinked them open. The thought lingered as I struggled to wake up. My eyelids felt heavy, and the bright sunlight streaming through the window made it even more difficult to open them. With a sleepy yawn, I tried to sit up, only to realize that I was somehow trapped. Where am I? Am I kidnapped? Panic started to set in. The fear raced through my mind, causing my eyes to snap wide open. And right before me was Vincenzo's face, his features now visible in the morning light. To my surprise, I found myself practically lying on top of him. How did I end up here? I slept beside him last night. Didn't I? My eyes moved to the wall clock and I found that it was already 10 and he usually leaves at 9 for the office. "I couldn't move because you were sleeping over me," he remarked, almost as
Roseline's POV His silence forced me to move my hands quickly and my mind raced with thoughts and emotions. The intimacy we had shared seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of distance and unease. It was quite clear that he also hated me from the moment we were tied together in a relationship but he was bearing me just for his grandfather. His behaviour last night also proved that. When the silence became unbearable and I was sure that he was not going to stop me, he broke it, his tone filled with resistance. "Don't forget about Kevin. He is still here, observing everything. If you decide to stay at the orphanage, he will undoubtedly report this to Grandpa, and it won't take him a single minute to book the first flight back home," he protested, his concern evident "This way, neither he would be able to complete his task nor you would be able to stay away," he argued. I thought that he had lost his vocal cord but I was wrong. "I believe Kevin is mature enough to understand the
Roseline's POV As promised, he didn't leave my side the entire day. From the moment we left the house in the morning until the evening, he remained a constant presence, accompanying me to the five orphanages I needed to visit today. As we arrived at each orphanage, he patiently waited outside while I went inside to collect the necessary data. I took extra time inside the orphanage, testing his patience, thinking maybe he would lose it and leave me alone but he didn't. The children at the orphanages brought a spark of joy to my weary soul. Vincenzo, standing outside the orphanages, observed my interactions with the children from a distance. Despite his stoic demeanor, I could sense a flicker of warmth in his eyes as he watched me as if witnessing the impact of my work on my spirit. It was in those moments that I glimpsed a side of him I hadn't seen before—a softness, a hint of compassion. But I shrugged off the thought as soon as the condition under which he married me came to min