Jacob"Why are you yawning so much?" Samuel asked, a curious look in his eyes as he glanced at me. The designers were busy checking the fit of his suit.Even though Evelyn and I were official, it didn't mean I could tell him the truth. If I did, he might forget about his impending wedding and beat me to a pulp, and it dawned on me, I had forgotten to mention – his punches hurt like hell. But, I had a feeling my punches had left their own mark, given that I could see the girl doing his makeup trying to hide the red mark on his jaw."Nothing, I just didn't get enough sleep," I shrugged it off with a forced laugh, straightening my own suit."You better not be caught yawning in the videos. I don't need a boring shitty groomsman," Samuel warned, scoffing.God, he and his antics."Don't worry, I won't ruin it for you," I rolled my eyes as one of the dressers approached to fix my tie.A few moments passed in silence, and I noticed Samuel's expression shifting through a spectrum of colors – r
EvelynThe soft music played softly in the background as Clara walked gracefully down the aisle. The room's lighting dimmed, and the flowers seemed to come alive, their petals glistening in the subdued light. A pin-drop silence spread across the room as the haunting melody of a violin began to fill the air. At the end of the stage, My Dad stood, with Jacob by his side.I had the honor of walking her down the aisle, and my smile never wavered as I observed her and then glanced at her dad. His expression was one of sheer awe, as if Clara were a dream walking toward him—yes she was his dream and I was so happy that they were getting this chance—to spend their life together. It was impossible not to notice the hitch in his breath at that first glimpse of her.God..this wedding was a history.Gradually, tears welled up in Dad’s eyes, and as I looked at Clara, it became increasingly difficult to hold back my own. I didn't want to cry, but this moment was simply too precious. The two most p
EvelynAfter the toasts, dinner, and our enchanting first dance, the time had come for the traditional bouquet toss. Friends gathered with their significant others, and among them was Clara's friend, patiently waiting in line. I watched as they indulged in laughter and amusement, their faces illuminated with excitement.The dance had been nothing short of magical; Clara and Dad had looked resplendent, rendering everyone speechless. When it was time for the speeches, they brought tears to everyone's eyes. That's just the way they were - utterly perfect, almost beyond description.Jacob and I shared a dance, and by then, it seemed like everyone knew about us, even though we hadn't uttered a word to anyone. People could sense it, and more importantly, they could see it. It felt different now, being able to kiss him openly in front of everyone, to claim him as mine, and we were free from that 'forbidden' label.Love could never be forbidden. Ever.I chuckled as I observed how eagerly some
EvelynLate at night, there came a knock on my door while I was in the shower, perched on the edge of my Jacuzzi, watching the tub fill. It had been, by far, the best day yet. Dad and Clara had just tied the knot, and tomorrow they'd set off for their honeymoon. As for me? I wasn't entirely sure. I had considered staying with Nancy for a month since Jacob had to head to Italy for some business involving a mess Chloe created. So, we had to stay away for a month.It didn't bother me. At least, I knew he was mine, and by the end of the day, he'd return home to me."Who is it?" I called out from inside the bathroom.It better not be Mason! That jerk had been pestering me for hours about the recent sex details of me and Jacob, and I had no idea why all my friends were so intrigued by my sex life. Maybe it was because it was still relatively new? Who could say? Not me.When I received no response, I stood up with the robe loosely draped around me and made my way to the bathroom door. "You b
EvelynOur kiss grew hotter as he lifted me, and we submerged into the Jacuzzi. He discarded my robe while I unfastened his belt and slid down his pants. Within minutes, we were both completely naked, our bodies pressed together, burning with desire."I don't know what I'm going to do to you..." he breathed, hungrily kissing down my neck. "You drive me insane.""And you drive me wild," I pulled him closer, leaning against the tub, my body partially immersed in the warm water as he hovered over me. Our lips met, and it felt too good, the sensation of his skin against mine was nothing short of heavenly. "I want to get lost in you, Jacob. Forever."Kissing me fervently, he gripped my jaw and slid his tongue into my mouth, resting his hand on my waist as he parted my thighs to keep me steady. Slowly, he entered me, raw. His skin brushed against my inner walls, creating a delightful sensation, the warm water soothing my tingling nerves."Oh, Jacob," I moaned into his mouth, my hips bucklin
Thought the rollercoaster had come to a stop? Think again. Evelyn and Jacob's idyllic paradise is on the brink of facing challenges more daunting than anything they've encountered before. Italy is no longer the haven they thought it was, and the walls of their room offer no sanctuary from the storms of business rivalries and the shadows of Jacob's enigmatic past. Fixing someone may be easy, but continuing to love them is anything but. Their most formidable tempest lies on the horizon, the toughest storm of all, and they must make a choice – confront it head-on or risk being torn asunder. Prepare for the ultimate upheaval, for it is within the depths of a relationship that the true demons lurk. *** My Dad's Bestfriend: Sins In Italy, Trouble In Paradise *** "Well, I've been waiting for you. So, tell me, what's the reason for the honor of having the lady herself come to my apartment?" He asked, a strange familiar glint in his eyes as he eyed me up and down, noticing everything a
"Well, I've been waiting for you. So, tell me, what's the reason for the honor of having the lady herself come to my apartment?" He asked, a strange familiar glint in his eyes as he eyed me up and down, noticing everything as he raised his glass to his mouth taking a sip of the whiskey-the same one Jacob always had."You asked for one night, right?"I cut straight to the point, "If I spend the night with you, will you return everything you have unfairly taken from him through your false reports in the media?""Yes, Bella Dona," he replied, rising from his seat with a sly grin, coming closer to me. So close that I could feel his breath on my skin, "I'll return everything to him," his cold rings grazed my skin as he traced my shoulder down to my finger, where he noticed my ring with Jacob's initials."However, there's one thing I can't return to him," he fixed his gaze on my face. "You.""It's just for one night, Tyler. I'll never be yours."***Upon our arrival in Italy, none of us gave
EvelynIt turned out that his entire apartment was even more beautiful. To be honest, I doubted we'd left any corner untouched in the past twenty-four hours. In his own territory, Jacob was even wilder.For instance, I could say - my throat was still sore, not from what you might think (although I wouldn't deny that it also happened), but from all the screaming and shouting. He wanted me loud, and my body responded to him every time he pushed inside of me, deep and raw. And man, he still knew how to discover new spots, though I'd believed he'd explored every inch of me.Amidst all the places in his apartment, my favourite was the balcony, offering breathtaking views of Rome. Rome was beautiful, just like the Italian who had his hand wrapped around my waist. I was draped in a robe, and he had a towel hanging low around his waist as he savoured a cup of coffee.Both of us enjoyed the view and the cool breeze, although it was hard to focus on anything else when the most beautiful sight w
EvelynI hadn’t told Jacob about the incident at the mall. As days turned into weeks, I started convincing myself it had been a hallucination—just my paranoia playing tricks on me. I’d been on edge ever since Tyler's release, after all. Maybe it was just fear messing with my head.Days blurred into months. Three, to be exact. And now, my baby bump was unmistakable. My body had softened, my feet were slightly swollen, and I'd gained the kind of weight that made me look exactly like a pregnant woman should. Loose, comfy clothes became my everyday style, but I didn’t mind the changes.In fact, I loved them.I found myself smiling in the mirror, running my hands over the curve of my belly, fascinated that I was growing a little life inside me. Jacob loved it even more. He couldn't stop staring at me—his eyes filled with awe and something deeper every time he sa
EvelynJacob's brows rose slightly, and he hurriedly stepped closer, slipping his arm around my waist as if afraid I might collapse. His hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek as he met my eyes. He already looked dead worried."Hey, it's okay," he whispered, trying to calm me down, “Breathe, baby. Just breathe."It was only then that I realized I wasn't breathing. I'd been holding it in—along with the panic, the fear, the overwhelming dread. My hands trembled, my knees threatened to give out, and my breaths came in shallow, broken gasps. I didn't feel like myself. I didn't feel human.Tyler was out of jail.The memory hit me like a slap. The text he'd sent me the day I left Italy surged through my mind, dragging me deeper into panic."It might be over for now, but not forever. One way or another, you will be mine, Evelyn.
EvelynAfter Bianca's relentless 'barking'—Jacob's words, not mine—we finally escaped the room and sat at the breakfast table. What followed was a long, scolding lecture where she chastised us for acting like children. Jacob, of course, dismissed her entirely, declaring he refused to take advice from someone who was single. That hit a nerve. The next few minutes turned into a verbal battle while I quietly enjoyed the "healthy breakfast for pregnant women" Bianca had learned from a YouTube tutorial. It tasted good, though I had no clue what it was.Their bickering stopped as suddenly as it had started, both glaring over their plates like five-year-olds. Weird, right? Or maybe normal—I wouldn't know since I was an only child. Unless Dad and Clara surprised me with a sibling, which seemed unlikely, especially after my news."We need to get you checked out," Jacob murmured, eyes fixed on my belly like he ex
EvelynI woke up to the sensation of rough fingers tracing slow, featherlight patterns up and down my stomach. The warmth of small, lingering kisses ghosted over my skin, and for a moment, I just lay there, letting myself sink into the tenderness of it.Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I looked down to find Jacob sprawled across me, his head resting just above my belly, arms wrapped around me in a possessive grip.It took me a second to realize—he wasn't actually putting any weight on me. He was simply listening.A soft smile curled my lips as I tangled my fingers into his silky hair, scratching my nails lightly over his scalp. "What are you doing, silly?""Isn't it weird that I can't hear anything?" he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. Without looking at me, he pressed his ear a little closer to my skin, as if trying to catch even the faintest whisper o
EvelynHis words sank in, and they still hurt—not because I didn't trust him, but because I did. Because I believed every word he said. Because I'd always believe him, even when he was the one who hurt me. And yet, here I was, crying in his arms like a wreck.But how could I blame him? He had been scared too.I never once felt like a burden—my father never made me feel that way. But Jacob? The very first stage of his life had been nothing but torment. He had every reason to fear the word father because his own had carved scars into him before Rosaline and Enzo found him, before he ever had a chance to heal.I didn't know how this realization settled in, but as I felt his breath tremble, his body shake ever so slightly—so slightly, as if he was trying to suppress it just to keep mine steady—it suddenly hit me.He was human too.He had b
JacobAs I stepped inside the room, Mom’s words echoed in my head."Yes, you might have his blood running in your veins, Jacob, but you are our child, do you hear that?" The soft touch of her hands against my cheek—the same touch that had comforted me since childhood—washed over my senses as I recalled the moment I had looked at her, my eyes filled with tears and disgust for myself, “Enzo and I raised you. If there’s anyone you are like, it’s Enzo. You are his carbon copy, Jacob. Enzo sees himself in you—not that bastard who doesn’t even deserve to be called a father."My gaze lifted, meeting Evelyn’s tear-filled eyes.And in that moment, the realization struck me."Look at me, Son." Dad had stood before me, for the first time in years, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. But he hadn’t let them fall—I had had learned it from him, “I don’t have much of an explanation for you. But remember this—even God makes mistakes. And in our case, he took our children and handed them to another
JacobAs the elevator doors slid shut, a jolt of panic shot through me.Fuck.I wasn't thinking—I never was when it came to Evelyn.Before I could process it, my legs were moving, rushing toward the stairwell. The cold air burned my lungs as I sprinted down the steps, two at a time, the echoes of my own footsteps pounding in my ears.God! What the hell was I thinking? Why didn’t I stop her?Fuck. I knew the answer—I was too busy self loathing in my own mind.By the time I reached the ground floor, my breathing was ragged, sharp exhales cutting through the silence. I bolted toward the parking lot, scanning frantically.Nothing.She was gone.God, how the fuck did she disappear so fast?It was nearly night. The streets were emptying, the sky turning a shade too dark, too ominous. And Evelyn? She wasn't even wearing anything warm enough.This wasn't safe. Not for her.Not for the—fuck—not for the baby.I raked a hand through my hair, frustration clawing at my skin. "Why am I even thinkin
Evelyn"W-what?" My voice trembled, barely a whisper. Somewhere deep inside me—somewhere I refused to acknowledge—there was hope. A desperate, foolish hope that he’d say something different. That he wouldn’t break me with a brutal truth like this."Yes, Evelyn." His voice was steady, his eyes cold, though maybe—just maybe—there was a flicker of guilt in them. But at that moment, guilt didn’t matter. His words did. His actions did. The emotions he chose to display, and the ones he kept buried, were the only things that mattered."I am not fucking ready to be a father." His tone was unyielding, each word a blade slicing through me. "I don’t want to be a father. I don’t have it in me, and I’d rather die than carry a burden like that. Raising a kid, all of it—it’s pointless. Stupid. Meaningless shit. And I thought you felt the same, but I was wrong. And that fucking scares me. I hoped I could convince you, but you’re proving me wrong at every turn. Evelyn, no matter how much you think you
Samuel"You're too young for a baby, Evelyn!""Jacob's right—you should abort it!""No, you can't have a kid when you're still a kid yourself!""I'm going to kill that bastard!""Evelyn, think it through!"A hundred pleas, a hundred desperate arguments—none of them mattered. She was hell-bent on having this baby. And truth be told, I couldn't force her. Danica and I had her when we were young too. Questioning her now would mean admitting we thought she was less capable than we had been.And I refused to do that. My daughter could handle this. I knew she could.As shocking as the news was, my bigger concern was Jacob. That piece of shit's reaction. I knew what this meant for him—how the word father terrified him, how much he hated himself for the blood that ran through his veins.He didn't think he was capable of being a father because he was convinced he'd fail. I'd seen it in him for years—his greatest fear."Do you think Jacob's going to agree to this?" Clara asked, worry lacing her