Chapter Ten : He’s Back Veronica’s POV I just can’t believe what my eyes are seeing. Here is the man who I have spent the last few weeks thinking about . The very man who occupied my mind and thoughts . I can feel my heart beating fast . “Wow . What a wonderful performance you put out there . Do you need a pole ? ” I heard him say to me in a sarcastic tone . This was definitely Bruno . I can remember his voice so well .I can’t not forget his voice and the aura he gave is the same as the first time I saw him . His scent oh my goodness it is still as ravishing as always . The way he spoke to me it’s as if he is mad at me but why ? I don’t understand why he left me in my room that day and broke my heart . I was hoping for something to happen between us but nothing happened. Princess the same word that I always encounter in my dreams. My dreams about Bruno always ends with him calling me princess .I turned around to get a good look at him and I met the shock of my life . Bruno
Chapter Eleven : Anger And Trust Veronica’s POVI have never seen this side of him . Bruno's anger was like a storm brewing, and it threatened to explode at any moment. His hands were clenched into fists, and his jaw was tight with tension. His eyes were narrowed, and his breath came in short, angry bursts. It felt like he was a volcano about to erupt, and he didn't know how to contain the fury that was building inside of him. It was as if all the rage and frustration of his life was coming to a head, and he didn't know how to let it out without causing harm . But with all indications he wishes for nothing more but hard to these two men who decided to force themselves on me .I can feel his anger building up I could feel his pulse quickening and his muscles tensing. His entire body was coiled like a spring, ready to snap at any moment. Everyone could heat rising in his chest, and we all knew that he was on the verge of doing something he would regret. He wanted to lash out, to h
Chapter Twelve : On The Edge Veronica’s POV I looked at Bruno, and for the first time, I really saw him. He was no longer just a familiar face, he was a person. A person who had shown up when I needed him most. A person who had cared for her and helped her. A person who had changed everything. She didn't know what to say to him, but she felt like she owed him a lot. I could see in his eyes that he was still worried about me .I couldn't help but feel like this was all his fault. If he hadn't been there, if he hadn't judged her , if he hadn't shown up late heck if he had shown up earlier I wouldn’t have missed him so much . I would not have visited the club to seek a distraction then none of this would have happened. I felt a wave of anger wash over me and I wanted to scream at him. But then I remembered how he had been there for her, how he had been nothing but kind to her. And I realized that my anger was misplaced. I didn't want to take it out on him.Maybe instead of expressing
Chapter Thirteen: I Have Missed You Veronica’s POV Bruno and I found ourselves seated on the worn-out sofa, the aftermath of the ugly incident still lingering in the air. Tension clung to the room like an unwelcome guest, casting shadows on the once familiar surroundings. The weight of unspoken words hung between us, heavy and suffocating.We exchanged glances, both grappling with the echoes of what had transpired earlier. The harsh words, the raised voices – it was an altercation that had left scars on the fabric of their relationship. The silence became a canvas for reflection, each lost in our thoughts yet acutely aware of the shared pain that bound us .After a prolonged pause, Bruno took a deep breath, breaking the quietude that enveloped them. "Veronica," he began, his voice carrying the weight of sincerity, "I have missed you ."My eyes widened in surprise, my gaze locking onto Bruno's earnest expression. The unexpected admission hung in the air, momentarily freezing the
Chapter Fourteen: Bruno’s Anger Veronica’s POV In the midst of our fragile moment, Bruno's expression transformed from weariness to an unexpected rage. His eyes, once filled with vulnerability, now blazed with anger, leaving me bewildered and vulnerable."Why the hell were you at that club, Veronica?" Bruno's voice, sharp and accusing, cut through the air. His anger seemed to materialize out of nowhere, catching me off guard.I suddenly stammered, my attempt to form a coherent response stifled by the sudden shift in Bruno's demeanor. "I... I just needed a break, Bruno. I didn't expect—""Break?" Bruno's voice rose, the intensity of his anger amplifying. "You should be back at the university, focusing on your studies. Not wasting your time in some damn club." I felt the sting of his words. I tried to explain, "I needed some time away, Bruno. It's been overwhelming, and I thought—"His anger escalated, and without warning, Bruno's hand swept across the table, knocking over the vase w
Chapter Fifteen: Why Is He Doing This To MeVeronica’s POV As the door slammed shut, leaving me alone in the echoing silence of the room, I felt a profound sense of loneliness enveloping her. Bruno's sudden departure, driven by the ominous call about his work, left me torn and anxious. I couldn't shake the feeling that his involvement in the mysterious world of the mafia had once again cast a shadow over our lives.My tear-stained eyes glanced at the empty space where Bruno had been just moments ago. The room, once filled with the tension of their argument, now felt empty and desolate. I clutched the painkillers in my hand, contemplating whether I should take them or confront the throbbing ache in my heart.As I hesitated, my mind replayed the events that had unfolded earlier. The club, Bruno's sudden appearance, the heated argument — all of it weighed heavily on me. The realization that Bruno's life was entangled with dangerous dealings gnawed at me creating a rift that seemed im
Chapter Sixteen: One Sided Love Veronica’s POVIn the solitude of the dimly lit room, I found myself plunged into a sea of introspection. The flickering light of a distant streetlamp cast ethereal shadows across the walls, mirroring the complexities that had entwined my life with Bruno's. As I lay there, the pain in my heart was not just from our recent argument but from a deeper realization that had been festering within me for far too long.My mind began to trace the journey of their relationship, from the innocent days of the wedding when they first became stepsiblings to the tangled web of emotions that now enveloped them. I acknowledged that the love I harbored for Bruno had been a clandestine flame burning fiercely within me , but the reflection now cast a harsh light on the stark reality – it was a one-sided love affair.I had poured my heart and soul into a love that I believed was reciprocated, blinded by the fervor of my emotions. The moments we shared, the stolen glances
Chapter Seventeen: The Search For Stellar Veronica’s POV The next morning unfolded with a sense of quiet anticipation as I opened my eyes to the gentle embrace of sunlight filtering through the curtains. The room, adorned with delicate hues, carried a serenity that belied the tumultuous emotions lingering from the previous night. Determined to face the day ahead, I rose from my slumber and embarked on my morning routine.As I approached the bed, a subtle gasp escaped my lips upon discovering a beautifully laid-out ensemble awaiting my attention. A vibrant red dress, elegantly draped over the bed, captured her gaze. The fabric, a rich and luxurious texture, seemed to beckon me with promises of confidence and allure.The dress itself was a testament to meticulous craftsmanship, tailored to accentuate the curves and contours of my figure. The neckline, gracefully dipping into a subtle V, hinted at a touch of sophistication while maintaining an air of understated allure. The sleeves
Chapter One Hundred And Thirteen: The Unexpected Visitor Veronica’s POV Bruno cautiously approached the door, his hand on the handle. He listened intently, his ears straining to pick up any sound. Suddenly, he heard a faint knock, followed by a whisper."Bruno, it's me, Sofia. I need to talk to you."Bruno's expression changed from suspicion to surprise. Sofia was a trusted ally, but what was she doing here at this hour?He opened the door, and Sofia slipped in, her eyes scanning the room nervously. "What's going on?" Bruno asked, his voice low.Sofia hesitated, glancing at me and Alejandro before focusing on Bruno. "I have information about the Rossis," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "They're planning something big, and it's going to happen soon."My heart skipped a beat as I exchanged a worried glance with Bruno. What were the Rossis planning, and how could we stop them?Bruno's eyes narrowed. "What kind of information?" he asked, his voice tight with tension.Sofia h
Chapter One Hundred And Twelve : Training Veronica’s POV I gazed up at Bruno, my eyes pleading. "Please, Bruno, let me train with you. I'm tired of being the weak mafia wife, always needing protection. I want to be strong, like you. I want to be able to defend myself, and help you in your battles."Bruno's expression softened, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. "Veronica, you're not weak. You're smart, and resourceful, and you've already proven yourself to be a valuable asset to me and our family."But I shook my head, determination burning within me. "That's not enough. I want to be more than just a valuable asset. I want to be a partner, a equal. I want to fight alongside you, not just hide behind you."Bruno's face hardened, his jaw clenched in thought. Then, he nodded. "Okay, Veronica. I'll train you. But you have to promise me one thing: you'll always prioritize your safety. I can't lose you, Veronica. You're my everything."I nodded eagerly, my heart racing
Chapter One Hundred And Eleven : Honest Veronica’s POV "We need to be careful, Bruno," I said, my voice still urgent. "Ciana is not to be underestimated. She's cunning and ruthless, and she'll stop at nothing to get what she wants."Bruno nodded, his expression serious. "I know, Veronica. I'll be careful. But I also trust you. If you're by my side, I know we can face anything Ciana throws our way."I felt a surge of love and gratitude towards him, and I knew that we were in this together. We would face whatever challenges came our way, as long as we had each other.Just then, the doorbell rang. Bruno's eyes flicked towards the door, and then back to me. "That must be Ciana," he said, his voice neutral.My heart began to race as I realized that the confrontation was about to begin. I steeled myself, ready to face whatever Ciana had in store for us.Bruno got up to answer the door, and I followed him, my heart pounding in my chest. When he opened the door, Ciana was standing there, a
Chapter One Hundred And Ten : La DonaVeronica’s POVI approached Ciana in the garden, my heart racing with anticipation. "Ciana, we need to talk," I said, my voice firm but calm.She looked up at me, a hint of wariness in her eyes. "What's this about, Veronica?" she asked, her voice sweet but cautious."I know what you're up to," I said, my eyes locked on hers. "I followed you yesterday. I saw you meeting with that mysterious figure at the café."Ciana's expression changed, a flash of fear crossing her face before she masked it with a smile. "Oh, that? That was just a friend from town. We were catching up."I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "A friend? Really? Because it looked like a lot more than that to me."Ciana sighed, her shoulders sagging. "Fine, Veronica. If you must know, I'm in trouble. I owe some people money, and they're not happy with me."My eyes widened in surprise. "You're in debt? How much?"Ciana hesitated, her eyes darting around the garden. "A lot. More than I can p
Chapter One Hundred And Nine : My Marriage Veronica’s POV I stood my ground, my eyes locked on Ciana's. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect my marriage and my husband," I said, my voice firm and resolute.Ciana sneered at me, but I could see the faintest glimmer of doubt in her eyes. She knew I was onto her, and she wasn't sure how to handle it.Just then, Bruno walked into the room, a look of confusion on his face. "What's going on here?" he asked, his eyes darting between me and Ciana.Ciana's face transformed into a mask of innocence. "Nothing, Bruno," she said, her voice sweet and convincing. "Veronica is just being paranoid again."But I knew the truth. And I was determined to make sure Bruno knew it too. "Bruno, listen to me," I said, my voice urgent. "Ciana is not what she seems. She's been manipulating you, using her charm and wit to get what she wants."Bruno's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. "What are you talking about, Veronica?" he asked, his voice firm.And s
Chapter One Hundred And Eight. : Trouble Veronica’s POV Yes, that's true. Ciana's presence seemed to bring a whirlwind of chaos and trouble into our lives. She was always pushing boundaries, testing limits, and challenging authority. Her reckless and impulsive behavior often left me feeling frustrated, worried, and even scared.Despite Bruno's assurances that she was harmless, I couldn't shake the feeling that Ciana was trouble with a capital T. She seemed to delight in causing mischief and mayhem, and her antics often left me feeling like I was walking on eggshells, never knowing what she would do next.As the days went by, I found myself growing more and more uneasy around Ciana. I didn't trust her, and I couldn't understand why Bruno was so blind to her flaws. But despite my reservations, he continued to defend her, insisting that she was a good person deep down.I hoped that he was right, but my instincts told me otherwise. And as the trouble surrounding Ciana continued to escal
Chapter One Hundred And Eight : Bruno’s Childhood friend Veronica’s POV I was busy making dinner in the kitchen when Bruno came in, a hint of a smile on his face. "Hey, Veronica, I need to tell you something," he said, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.I looked up from the pot I was stirring, my curiosity piqued. "What is it?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of playfulness.Bruno leaned against the counter, his eyes locked on mine. "Ciana, my childhood friend, is coming to stay with us for a few days," he said, his voice casual, but his eyes betraying a hint of excitement.I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with questions. "Ciana? I've never heard you mention her before," I said, my curiosity getting the better of me.Bruno chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's because Ciana is a special friend, someone I've known since we were kids. She's interested in learning more about the mafia ways, and I offered to teach her the ropes."I felt a pang of surprise,
Chapter One Hundred And Six:Moving Forward Veronica’s POV The next few days were a blur of tears, grief, and pain, but I knew I had to keep moving forward, for my son's sake and for Bruno's. I focused on taking care of our little family, trying to find a new sense of normalcy in a world that felt upside down.As I went through the motions of caring for our son, Bruno was always there, supporting me, holding me, and loving me. He helped with feedings, bath time, and bedtime stories, never complaining, never faltering. He was my rock, my shelter in the storm.I watched him play with our son, laughing and smiling, and my heart swelled with love and gratitude. Bruno was not only my partner but also an amazing father, and our son adored him. Seeing them together brought me comfort and peace, reminding me that life goes on, even in the darkest times.Bruno also took care of me, making sure I ate, slept, and took breaks when I needed them. He listened to me when I needed to talk, held me w
Chapter One Hundred And Five :GriefsVeronica’s POV The burial was a somber and intimate affair, with only immediate family in attendance. The sun cast a gentle glow over the cemetery, as if nature itself was mourning the loss of my beloved mother. The air was heavy with the scent of flowers and the weight of our grief.We gathered around the grave, our faces etched with pain and sadness. The priest's words were a gentle breeze on a summer day, offering comfort and solace in our time of need. But even his thoughtful prayers couldn't ease the ache in my heart.As we laid her to rest, I felt a sense of finality wash over me. It was as if I was saying goodbye to a part of myself, a piece of my history and my heart. The sound of dirt hitting the casket was like a drumbeat, a reminder that life goes on, even in death.We stood there in silence, a family united in our grief, as the reality of our loss sank in. And as we turned to leave, I knew that our lives would never be the same without