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
"Lost somewhere?" His words brought me back to the world "Tell me if you want something"If I genuinely only tell him what I need will he give it to me?Bad Idea! He is not that type of man. He can never make me happy.My head was still occupied with the thoughts of that couple which reminded me of the moments I had dreamed of. I never desired a luxurious life and a fancy restaurant, all I wanted was to have a simple life with my husband who could give me the freedom I want, the support I need, and share the food standing at the side of the street.But as quickly as the wave of emotions washed over me, I pushed them aside, reminding myself of the reality of my situation. I was not in a position to indulge in such fantasies or yearnings. This dream is never going to be fulfilled at least not with him, I have to keep control over my desires.I could sense his gaze lingering on me, his eyes fixed on my face, perhaps waiting for me to break my silence. But I remained steadfast, determined
Roseline's POV"We don't have a full day. Just come out; I don't want you to ruin my car," he said with a hint of annoyance, breaking the chain of my thoughts.His voice carried a tinge of impatience that reached not only my ears but also those of the people around us.I wrestled with conflicting emotions, torn between satisfying my hunger and maintaining my sense of self-worth.The weight of passersby's scrutiny added to the pressure I felt, intensifying my internal struggle."Come out already," he ordered, this time in a stern voice. It seems like he will pull me out of the car forcefully if I don't listen to him.Under the pressure of his order and my hunger, my resolve finally broke and I stepped out of the car. He moved the plate towards me as I was stood in front of him."You know, I am not sure if I can trust the quality of this street food. What if you have contaminated it with a potion that makes me burst into song every time I take a bite?" I askedHis eyes widened a bit at
The hunger in his eyes mirrored my own, and after a brief moment of resistance, he finally leaned forward, surrendering to the temptation that lay before him.With a teasing smile, I moved the chip closer to his lips, my fingers brushing against his skin as I fed him. It was a small, intimate gesture that sent a shiver down my spine. I watched intently as his lips closed around the chip, savoring the flavors that exploded in his mouth."How is it?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity. My voice held a hint of anticipation, a desire for his approval.I wanted him to love it, to find the same pleasure in the taste that I did. Perhaps then, I could have an excuse to indulge in this guilty pleasure more often."Not that good" his words vanished the smile from my lips.He never fails to ruin my mood."It is deeply fried in oil which could be dangerous to the health and is no less than any poison" he argued"What does a monkey know about the taste of ginger?" I mumbled"What did you just
Roseline's POV I was still blushing like an idiot when we sat back in the car. "Stop overthinking; I just brought it for you because the lady was insisting on me and I didn't want to show that I hesitated in spending money. And the thing about buying you street food is that, after this contract ends, I don't want you to remember me as a heartless monster who kept you hungry." The one who hardly says a word spoke so much in his clarification. It broke my heart knowing that it wasn't because he regretted his behavior or felt remorse for treating me poorly. I was sure that the pain was quite visible on my face so I tried to mask it with my witness. "Well, you didn't need to do any of it. And from when did you start caring about the world?" As far as I know, only cares about himself. " Well, I hope I don't get stomach pain by eating the food you brought for me. We can't have your 'kind gesture' causing any inconvenience, can we?" The words flew out of my mouth, sharper than I intended
Roseline's POVI was packing a lunch box to have it together in the garden as planned by Enzo when Roderick came running to me. "Mommmyyyyyyy!"I turned to find my sweet three-year-old son standing there, his eyes filled with innocence and his lips forming a cute pout."Yes, baby?" I responded, bending down to his level.Our children had grown so fast, and it seemed like just yesterday when I was carrying them in my belly, experiencing their little kicks and wiggles. Soon, they will start going to school as well. "Chocolate," he requested, his tiny hand reaching out and his big, hopeful eyes locked onto mine. He was blinking up at me innocently with a pout on his lips. I couldn't help but chuckle at his irresistible charm. "But you already had some today, my love," I said gently, aware of the perils of too much chocolate for a young child. "You know that having too much can give you cavities in your teeth."He pouted a little more, his eyes welling up with tiny tears."Mommy, plea
One year laterRoseline's POVAs I sat in the VIP seat, watching my husband Vincenzo on the stage, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride and happiness. Today was a momentous occasion—an interview that marked the culmination of Vincenzo's relentless pursuit of success. He had not only climbed the corporate ladder but had also become the richest man in the country as a result of his dedication and unyielding work ethic.His company had experienced unprecedented growth under his leadership, and it was all a result of his own hard work and visionary approach to business. When I asked him what would I do here, he said that it was because of my luck that he had been able to achieve all this but it was nothing but a lie. It is his own hard work. On the stage, Vincenzo was poised and confident, fielding questions from the interviewer with ease. His words were measured and insightful, a reflection of the wisdom he had gained through years of experience. The audience was capt
Roseline's POV"Ma'am, you are done," the attendants announced, taking a step back to admire their work.As soon as I stood up, I couldn't resist the curiosity to see myself. My heart raced with anticipation as I approached the mirror. When I finally gazed upon my reflection, my jaw dropped, and my eyes widened in sheer disbelief.I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was me, but at the same time, it felt like an entirely different person staring back at me. The transformation was astonishing.Before this moment, I had rarely worn makeup, and the sight of myself in such an exquisite wedding dress, adorned with intricate makeup and hair styling, left me feeling completely transformed. It was as if I had stepped into a dream, and I marveled at the beautiful bride that I had become.For the first time in my life, I saw myself as truly beautiful. "My Princess," My father's voice gently called out, drawing my attention as he stepped into the room."Dad," I responded with a smile, my h
Roseline's POVI was completing my assignment when suddenly I felt a kick. My fingers trembled as I tried to maintain my focus on the assignment, the cursor on my computer screen blinking in time with my racing heart.At first, I thought that it was normal as the due date was only two days ahead but then that sudden kick, strong and insistent, tore my attention away from the words on the screen. I gasped, my hands instinctively clutching my swollen belly. It had been a day filled with intermittent twinges, but this was different and sharper, and it frightened me."Ahhhhhh!" a loud, painful scream left my throat. The kicks became a relentless rhythm, punctuated by contractions that wrapped around me like vipers of pain. I cried out, a scream echoing through the room, the intensity of it threatening to consume me."Enzo!" Desperation took over as I called out for Vincenzo. My voice quivered with fear and pain as I said his name, the urgency in my tone carrying through the walls of the
Roseline's POVWith only one month left until our babies would enter this world, Vincenzo and I were bursting with anticipation. Every day brought us closer to the moment we had been eagerly awaiting.Since the traumatic incident, I have become quite the homebody, rarely venturing outside except for my regular checkups. I clung to Vincenzo's side, feeling safest in his presence, and he never left my side for a moment.Most of my days were spent in a gentle cycle of sleep and study. The fatigue that accompanied this stage of pregnancy often left me too tired to focus on our startup project, much less anything else. I marveled at how some pregnant women managed to stay perpetually excited and energetic, while I struggled to find the motivation to even comb my hair.My eyes remained closed, and I was still lying in my comfortable cocoon when I felt a gentle hand on my head. An immediate sense of warmth and comfort washed over me, and a wide, contented smile spread across my lips.Vincenz
Roseline's POVBeepBeepBeepBefore I could even flutter my eyes open, a rhythmic beeping sound reached my ears, a reassuring signal that I was in a hospital. Memories of the terrifying events leading up to my loss of consciousness played like a haunting reel in my mind.My initial instinct was to protect my unborn babies. My hands instinctively reached for my stomach, and a wave of relief washed over me as I felt the reassuring presence of my baby bump."Rose." Vincenzo's voice broke through the haze as he rushed to my side, settling into a chair beside my hospital bed. His gentle hand began to caress my head, offering a soothing touch."Vincenzo, my babies?" I managed to voice my primary concern."They are fine," he breathed out, nodding reassuringly. His words eased the immense worry that had gripped me."How are you feeling?" he inquired, genuine concern etched on his face."I am fine," I assured him.My trembling hands reached out, and I gently enclosed his palm within mine, squ
Vincenzo's POVI was with Roseline, selecting a dress, when I got an important call. As much as I didn't want to leave her alone, I had to attend the call as well. Asking her to stay at her place, I went to attend the call but to my surprise, the loss of network didn't let me hear anything. I had to walk ahead and suddenly I was pushed inside a room. I wasn't expecting it so I fell inside and before I could react, I was locked inside. "Open the door." I banged but no one came. Locked inside the dimly lit room, anxiety gripped my chest as I desperately tried to break free. The sound of my fist pounding against the solid door echoed through the space, but there was no response from the other side. I couldn't even see the face of the man who pushed me inside. But I am sure about one thing: everything is planned. I couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister was afoot, and my mind raced with thoughts of Roseline alone and vulnerable. "My men took about twenty minutes to reac
Fear and confusion swirled within me as Kevin drove the car, leaving me paralyzed with disbelief. The Kevin I had known, the one who had shared laughter and joy with me, now seemed like a completely different person—a dark and dangerous one.I struggled a bit more but I sat back when I knew that there was no way out of this. I was already bone tired and I thought twice about keeping my energy reserved to fight with him once I was out of this car. I still couldn't believe that he was the same Kevin with whom I had shared so many laughs and giggles. I never knew that a devil was lurking behind that helping face. Vincenzo was already aware of his reality and this was the reason he was always asking me to keep my distance from him but I was so foolish that I never listened to him. I kept on looking out, trying to memorize the way so that I could run back when I got a chance to escape him. After what felt like an hour, he finally applied the brake. He came out and when he opened my si
Roseline's POV"You really don't have a good collection," Vincenzo remarked, his voice tinged with frustration.I was getting tired, to be honest. We had been at the bridal boutique for three hours, and while I was falling in love with every wedding gown they had, Vincenzo seemed unimpressed with any of them.He kept suggesting that I try on various dresses, but my energy was waning, and I didn't want to spoil the excitement of him seeing me in my wedding gown for the first time on our actual wedding day. So, I politely declined."Don't we have other designs?" he inquired, turning to the boutique attendant."Sir, if you're not satisfied with our current selection, you can choose from a virtual catalog, and we'll tailor it to your preferences," she suggested."That's a great idea!" Vincenzo's eyes lit up with excitement. "Why didn't you mention that earlier? I want something that can match the beauty of my wife."The boutique attendant glanced at me, and I couldn't help but feel like a