VALENTINO"I retrieved the TV remote from Marco and turned off the television. Glancing at Rose, she appeared pale, as if she had just witnessed something deeply disturbing."Rose," I called out, reaching towards her, but she quickly moved away in shock."Damn," I muttered quietly."Marco," I beckoned, and understanding my intent, he moved towards her."Let me take you home," he offered. As I expected, she accepted, and they departed, not acknowledging Valerio. Valerio, in turn, knew better than to approach her.Initially, I thought he might follow them, but I hurried ahead and met him, only to receive a firm, dismissive look."Go away," he said calmly, but his tone betrayed irritation."Don't talk to her. This isn't her fault," I insisted, staying composed as he scoffed, ran his hand through his hair, and advanced, locking eyes with me."When you came to my room the other day, suggesting we set aside our differences and live as a family for Rose, I couldn't believe I fell for your de
VALENTINO"What do you mean?" I asked calmly, suppressing the unease churning in my stomach as fear took hold. My grandfather could be loving as a grandfather, but as Giovanni Sabatini, it spelled nothing but trouble."And you will stay out of this," he pointed at me, eliciting an incredulous chuckle from me."You know that's not possible. What are you planning to do? I told you she's gone! Let her be, Grandfather, I beg you," I pleaded desperately, observing him pull out a file from his desk and place it on the table.Upon opening it, I saw the compensation for breach of contract."We both know this is unnecessary," I remarked with an edge in my tone, attempting to maintain calm."Unnecessary? Yes, it is! Just like it was unnecessary for her to be involved with you and your brothers!""You're making this sound as if she killed someone. Cut it out!" I fired back. I came here to reason calmly with him, but it seemed the Sabatinis resolved things through violence."She killed me! She ki
VALENTINO“What?” He raised a brow in confusion. I drew in a deep breath. It was better to speak the truth and get this over with.“Rose is a fraud,” I calmly stated, while he observed me as if waiting for me to continue.“Actually, Grandfather hired her, believing she was a family psychologist. Her task was to live with us and help us bond.”“When I say 'us,' I mean... you know, all of us,” I reiterated, unsure of what was running through his mind.“No wonder,” he muttered softly. “So, what's false about her?” he prompted.“She isn't a doctor. She posed as her twin, Renata Arturo, a renowned psychologist,” I explained, noticing Vicente's raised brow.“She's a con artist,” I said in a hushed tone. I had considered leaving that out or fabricating her real occupation, but it was only a matter of time before she found out. It seemed pointless to hide it.“So, what...” He began to say, but his question seemed to get stuck in his throat.“What was her motive for lying?” I watched as his fa
VALENTINO“Talk about the devil.” Vicente muttered while watching his immediate step brother while I just stood and stared at him like he was never meant to be here and also meant to be at the same time.“Why did you stop? Come on, go on.” Valerio said with a sarcastic tone as he watched me, with a feigned amusement.“It wasn’t her fault that she tried to make you happy again.” I could only say as I watched him shook his head.“Right? Not her fault? She was quite passionate even for a fake.” He replied as I cursed under my breath. This was going no where. With the expression on his face, and him being this sarcastic, it would be impossible to break through whatever Barrier he had built.“Will you watch Grandfather hurt her then?” I asked with a defeated tone as if that was my last card to play.“You know how Giovanni can be when he quite passionate about something.” Vicente chimes in as he narrowed his eyes to look at him.“You too really did gang up.” Valerio said with an incredulous
VALENTINO“Rose, that isn’t—”“I need an answer, Valentino,” she cut in calmly as he watched me intently.“I want to know where I stand so I will know how to fight back,” she stated as a frown started to creep on my face.“I’m not a rebound,” I said after a moment of silence.“No one said you are,” she said as I swallowed.“You chose Valerio,” I said again, trying hard to divert from the question, and as the smart person that she was, she quickly grabbed on.“It seems you don’t feel like answering the question,” she chuckled bitterly.“It’s not necessary,” I countered.“Let’s focus on you…” I paused and spoke again. “You and Valerio,” I said with so much difficulty as she watched me and sniffed.“Yeah. Right. We should,” she nodded, but it seemed to me she was saying something while her heart was saying another. How did we all get into this complicated situation... I thought in agony.“So what’s the plan?” she asked, and I suddenly realized I didn’t have one. But that didn’t kill my m
VALENTINO"Please stop this, Valentino, I beg you," Rose whispered desperately to me, but I didn’t bother to spare her a glance."I didn’t ask you questions when you came in here a few minutes ago, bargaining with my grandfather even after the deal we had to stay together," I said, observing the pain in her eyes. It seemed like she was coerced into this, but I was hurting too."You will have to step down from the position of president if you continue like this," my grandfather's voice cut into our conversation. Still, with that Sabatini pride running through both our veins, I turned to look at him with a challenging stare. "I thought it through. I don’t care," I said with a cocky grin, though I was actually lying. I had never imagined giving up my position as president for anything in my life."You will regret this, Valentino," my grandfather continued to threaten. He knew my soft spot and was banking on that, but there was something that fascinated me more, something I wanted more."
VALENTINO"Come on, Rose. Don’t do this. Let’s not do this to each other," I said, hating the fact that she might bring up believable lies to make me back off."You never seem to learn, Valentino. I thought you were the smartest," she said again as I watched her."The travels to find Bella, Vicente. I saw how crazy you were over me... then I thought, why not? Why don’t I use him as a means to an end since he’s willing to do my bidding," she said with a cocky smile, a sharp contrast to the Rose who stood before me a few minutes ago."Stop," I said absentmindedly, hating how much her words were getting to me."All this time, all I ever wanted was Valerio, and—""Don’t try to damn tell me you never cared about all of us all this time!" I interrupted sharply, now evidently angry. Her plan had worked."I did it for the money. I am a con artist, remember," she replied with a drawl."I get to have Valerio, the one my heart beats for. Get you to help me get Vicente on track, and you... you se
ROSEI stared uninterestedly at the TV series airing, seeing a sharp resemblance to the dynamic of the relationship between me and the Sabatini brothers.I sighed for the umpteenth time, realizing the overwhelming sense of loneliness. It had been two weeks, and the solitude seemed never-ending, deepening with each passing day, making me more miserable than ever. Yet, I couldn't shake off the guilt, thinking about what my presence would do to the brothers.“You deserved it, Rose. You deserved it,” I muttered to myself, sighing again.“It’s not our fault,” Arya cooed as I rested my head on the sofa I sat on.“Don’t try to pacify me, Arya. You are also hurt. Don’t pretend you’re fine,” I murmured, sensing her pain too.“I hope they are fine,” I fought back the tears, recalling the tense scene with Valentino, the clash with Grandfather, and the ensuing drama.A knock on the door cut through my thoughts as I walked over, wondering who it could be.Had the chairman found my location?Had he