Ruggerio “If you check the markup, you can see that they changed a few things in the contract we had drafted out as discussed.” Blake Hudson is the type of man you look at and immediately would guess that he works as a lawyer. His light brown hair is slicked back and glasses, sitting on his long nose, frame his dark green eyes. His pointed face often wears a cynical grin, and his thin but lean frame is invariably dressed in a dark tailored suit. I can’t remember one time I haven’t seen him with a tie, and he has been working for us for ages, even in second generation. He is practically part of the family, but still. “I guess Umberto Montecco intervened anyway. It is totally different from what I agreed on with Federico and Ginevra.” Blake hums pensively while tapping his lips with his fingertips touching. “Do you want me to contact their lawyers?” “No, no. I’ll contact Federico and talk to him. At this pace, we can kiss the entire project goodbye.” With a deep sigh, Blake rises
Ruggerio Ginevra looks up at me, smiling beautifully. “I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure that your sister wanted to pick it up personally.” I lower my voice so that the other woman in the shop can’t hear us. “Hey, babe.” “Hi.” Her happy smile is exactly what I needed. “Want to get lunch together?” “I already told you, it’s not doable.” She wrinkles her nose without losing her smile. “Sorry, and I already promised Sophie that she could go in about 10 minutes.” “In 10 minutes, huh?” She nods, flashing me an apologetic smile as I lean closer to ask her lowly, “So, how long will Sophie be gone?” “You are unbelievable.” She chuckles just before her smile falls as she spots someone entering the boutique behind me. I could guess who just came in, as her expression has even my blood freezing. As all the color drains from her face, she lowers her head and clears her throat. “I’ll contact her right away as soon as it will be available.” The tone of her voice changing signals me that shit
Ginevra Ruggerio has tried to reach out to me several times, but I stopped replying to his texts and answering his phone calls. I knew it would be tough, but I didn’t actually think it would hurt me physically, too.This is the worst. My mother overheard me talking to someone rather flirtatiously and practically interrogated me about who this Mr. Grumple was to me. And as predicted, my poker face didn’t hold the pressure. She didn’t get out of me who it truly was, but she reprimanded me badly about how I was supposed to behave. After all, I was to be engaged to a good and handsome and rich man soon. I shouldn’t push my luck with him for a nobody that I was fishing myself out of some dirty pond. And also, yeah, the family name.Ooooh, if she knew. I had never been good at lying, as I never stepped out of line until these past weeks, and my stress levels must have been danger
Ginevra Standing in the boutique the next day, I feel like reborn. It’s like I’m an addict that had his first shot after a long withdrawal. And under the fabulous circumstance that Ruggerio is my drug of choice, I feel amazing. It has been a few days since I felt this energetic and lighthearted.Nina is dusting the shelves while I’m checking the delivery that got in yesterday. Surprisingly, it is the new collection my grandmother presented officially a few days ago.They must have been produced and delivered by some really motivated bunch of people. What wasn’t surprising at all, is that the pre-orders hit the sky and my grandmother was forced to increase her manufacturing premises once again. Even with the fast and huge delivery I was checking now, we would be sold out for a few more months. As we apply the policy of first come, first served, I go through the list of the first 50
Ginevra My thoughts circle around the fact that I haven’t set up a written last will yet as I try to dodge the bullet.“Erm… Is he the guy you brought into the shop last month? And then attacked me on the dance floor as we were dancing?”At least my condescending tone gets her off her tracks for a bit. Her happy expression falls slightly, and I see her confusion grow. “Yes. Ruggerio.”I shake my head, trying to build up my non-existent poker face.“I never met him other than in those moments.”She looks at me confused while munching on her lunch. “Huh?!”“Elisabetta, I’m engaged.”She looks at me shocked, the sparkle in her eyes gone. “You two got engaged and he didn’t tell me?” I see sadness taking over and I put my hand on her forearm to soothe her. “No, no, Ellie. Not to your brother
GinevraAs I come back home, I find the house nearly empty.Nearly.As I scan the rooms, I find a family member hanging around silently. My brother is standing in one of the sitting rooms staring into a book. I knock softly on the frame of the door, and he looks up with a frown. My chest squeezes as I smile at him.“Everything alright? You have been a bit quiet in the last few days.”He sighs and lowers his gaze back into the book.“Just a lot on my mind.”“I heard about Emily. Sorry about that.”He scoffs without sparing me a glance.“Yeah, what a loss.”As he remains silent and the situation is getting increasingly awkward, I take a step forward while playing with my fingers.“Did Nana give you an earful because of that?”He nods his head, still looking into the book.No way, he is actually reading
*** Trigger Warning: SA, Abuse ***GinevraTalking to my brother brought me back to square one.As I’m sitting in front of my fiancé, I’m feeling so numb that I don’t even bother to force a polite smile at the ludicrous things he is saying. At one point, I’m just staring at my food while pinching it as he is chatting along nonchalantly.Idiot. The day after I confessed everything to my brother, I did the worst thing. I complied with my duties and texted Ruggerio that he should stop contacting me.And he did.I got just one last message before I stopped hearing from him.His text asking “why, what happened?” is still left unanswered on my phone. It’s already been two days now and apparently he is respecting my wishes.So stupid. The thing that irks me the most is that I’m now sitting at a table wi
Ginevra The next day, my mother was shocked to see my bloodshot and swollen lip as I took my seat at the breakfast table. I explained to her that I had a bad accident at work and bit my lip while falling. She just answered that I should be more careful where I put my foot and that she hoped that it would be healed by Saturday, as I had an important date to attend. “What will people think?” Sure, mom, it’s always good to care about people. I take the plate full of delicious bacon out of my sister’s hand and keep quiet. I’m feeling exhausted, and don’t think I will have the strength to go against all of it anymore much longer. Why not just let me die in peace? As my brother asks for the scrambled eggs sitting on the plate before me, I lift my gaze at him for the first time. He takes the plate out of my hands, not looking amused at all. For the rest of the breakfast, he is looking at me with an unreadable expression, making me feel very uncomfortable. Having finished my breakfast,
My lovely readers I hope you enjoyed my debut novel and the extra chapters. I am very happy to have been able to share this incredible journey with you and am currently looking into the possibility of doing a spin-off about Elisabetta and Alexander. If it will work out, you’ll know :D Be certain to follow me on the socials by finding me with my full name to get all my updates. In the meantime, I will leave that little sneak peek of my planned sequel below. Much love, Shelagh ’s business, the twins want to go to New York and regain the legacy their parents lost by marrying for love. After traveling to New York under false pretenses, they are ready to take what would belong to them as a birthright. But as soon as they find themselves between the Monteccos and Capolettis in the huge metropolis, they find out soon enough about where thei
Federico “Good afternoon, Mr. Montecco. How was your flight?” Alfredo greets me with a smile as he holds open the door of the limousine. “It was alright, Alfredo. Thank you very much.” I take a deep breath as I settle into the backseat, and Alfredo drives off. It’s not that I’m not looking forward to finally seeing my sister again, but work and the planning of my upcoming trip are taking a toll on me, making me want to just drop everything and depart a month prior than scheduled. Locking my phone after answering a few emails I got during the flight, I put it back into my inside pocket and open the newspaper I was trying to read all along. But of course, I don’t get too far as we seem to reach the mansion my sister is living in with her husband at lightning speed. “Thank you, Alfredo,” I say, as he opens the door for me and goes to fetch my luggage. I have barely stepped out of the car as I see the entrance of the beautiful home before me open and my sister steps outside with a s
Elisabetta “What the hell?!” Ginevra says as we drag her into the room with her wedding dress.It had been a struggle to bring her onto a plane, and through New York. I guess that the fact that we had everything private, like the jet and the chauffeurs, saved us from a lot of trouble.We had originally planned to drug her with some light sleep-inducing drug. But suddenly, Nina was against it and made us change our plans. So, we figured out the tactic of telling her that Ruggerio had left, leaving her at the altar, in order to get her onto a plane to New York. But as we started to tell her that she lost it completely.She kept screaming that she didn’t believe us and that she wanted to speak to him.Naturally, we couldn’t have her speak to him.As he was indeed waiting for her at the altar.So, plan C kicked in.Even if it should be called plan P, as it rose from the panic we felt at that moment.We overpowered her, and while our staff took all the packed things we needed to take with
Francesco “Did you hear from any of them?” Ruggerio asks me for the umpteenth time.“Yes, Ru. Nina just texted me. Your spouse is still alive.” I check my watch before flashing my grumpy best friend a grin.He looks ready to rip my head off my shoulders, but I will let it slip as he is losing his mind at how nervous he is.“Ready, bro?” I ask him, and he closes his eyes while taking a deep breath.“Yes!” He says, clearing his throat.I slap his arms, getting him to pull onto his sleeves again. He clicks his tongue as I chuckle at how cute he is.Wanting to look perfect for his bride.“Let’s go!”With another deep breath, we walk down the stairs and out of the gateway to reach the wedding venue with the hugely built patio where empty chairs and a floral bow are already waiting. It is breathtaking because of the view of a vineyard, but also because of its lovely decorations.It would have been the perfect place for them to get married.My heartbeat skyrockets as I am still unsure how h
ElisabettaRuggerio distorts his face, and again it is Nina who is the first to speak. “I guess they are still convinced that she is pregnant. Or hoping that it is the case by now…”Silence falls upon us as we stare at Hissy and Nina with a shocked expression.“She would lose the baby. Especially, as we are highly superstitious when it comes to these kind of things.” Hissy adds, getting us to stare at the packages gutted.Nina tears herself out of her trance, and whispers. “I have to talk to her.”As she disappears into the house, I turn to my brother who is already clenching his jaw. His stare doesn’t leave the door where Nina just disappeared through, even as I talk to him. “Ruru, don’t worry. We will get rid of them. But you should go now. Don’t let her think that you are worried as she will get more anxious.”By lying my hand on his arm, I lean in to get into his line of sight. He nods slowly, and before he gets steered away by Frank, he reaches into his pocket. Handing me a folde
Elisabetta It is rather comical how they had to tear my brother off that ladder to get him away from Ginevra that we are still laughing about it the next morning.Ginevra wipes the tears from her eyes and sighs. “Giving him a ladder has really been a bad idea.”“Ah, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it. You had to be dragged in as well.” We laugh as Nina mocks Ginevra jokingly. “You are both so mental. It’s disturbing but also incredibly cute.”Ginevra pulls Nina close, pressing her grinning face against Nina’s cheek.Seeing Ruggerio and the interaction with him must have done her incredibly well. I am glad to see her in an easygoing mood as I had thought a few times that she seemed troubled because she was pale and apparently felt sick.And I guess that two days before your special day, it is just going to be worse.At one point, we even had trouble getting her to eat something, which worried Nina especially. But she kept saying that she was too nervous to eat and that she didn’t want
Fortunately, the next few days are hectic, keeping me from thinking too much about what happened. Or how it broke my heart. As the guests for the wedding start to arrive, we are too busy with the final preparations to even find a moment to talk when we meet at the venue. But he still keeps standing as closely as possible to me. Making me feel the worst pain I have ever experienced before. I guess that rejecting his offer broke my heart much worse than his first rejection as I asked him about what he felt for me on our first date. Or the things he told me in Paris about how we were just compatible when it came to fucking. Taking a deep breath, I follow one of the minions of the wedding planner crew to arrange the flowers on the patio of the rehearsal dinner. We are turning the vases and picking at the flowers without any sense as I hear him clear his throat behind me. He is really getting on my nerves with this quirk of his. “What do you want?” I ask annoyed without even raisin
As soon as I straightened back up again, I get lifted off my feet and carried into the adjoining room with the whirlpool. “What are you doing?!” I squeal, punching his chest. “Let me down.” “I just want a bit of privacy.” He answers with clenched teeth, as he puts me down. He closes the door behind us, and I cross my arms over my chest. “You have some nerves.” “Do I?” He smirks but lifts a brow as he looks behind me. “Why isn’t that thing going?” Shrugging, I look back at the empty tube shortly before turning back to look at him. “We never use this.” He hums, and passes me, starting to fill the whirlpool. “We are going to use it now.” “You are kidding, right?” I ask, clicking my tongue, but he is already undressing. Turning my head away from him, blushing like a little girl, I suddenly feel him tugging at my jersey. “I’d never kid about the possibility of seeing you naked.” “You must have lost your mind!” I say, making him chuckle. “Come on, Annie. I’ll keep my hands to mysel
Turning to Elisabetta and Hissy, I get back into my excitement about the upcoming ceremony.“And the dress?” Hissy asks in a whisper.Elisabetta pouts her lips. “I don’t know if it is going to work, but I managed to book a small room by the venue where we can do the change and all the make-ups.”“Oh, I can’t wait.” Hissy squeals, making me giggle.“She is going to cry so much these days. She is going to love it!” I chime in, and the two women nod with a broad smile.Successfully dodging another attempt from Frank to finally have our “talk”, I walk ahead of the two ladies as they continue to chatter along.As we finally get back to our vacation home, Ginevra is already standing behind the door, looking like she is about to burst.“And how was it?”I hug her, swaying slightly. “Oh, it is perfect. It looks soooo beautiful. The flowers and the view. It’s going to be fantastic.”“For real?” She asks, wiping a small tear from her eye. “I’m so glad. I’m so nervous.”“You look pale, babes. Do