GIULIAShit!How could I have forgotten the two peeping toms by the door? With my eyes wide in shock, I swivelled around to look towards the door, exhaling when I noticed there was no one there. They might have realized we needed some time alone. “What's wrong?” Mark turned, frowning as his gaze returned to my face. “Oh. It's nothing.” I closed the distance between us and wrapped my hands around his waist, inhaling the sweet scent of… Well, food. He smelt like curry and spice. “Can you give me a moment? I need to whisk something for you,” he said, placing a kiss on the top of my hair. “No, I want to hug you.” I pouted, peering up at him. “There's no telling when I will see you again since you like disappearing on me.” I stubbornly hugged him tight, knowing this might be the last time. Mark had always been a hard nut to crack. There was no telling what goes on in that head of his. It took a lot of scheming to get him. Letting go wasn't an option. “I'm not going anywhere,” he mur
MARKWe were seated on the front porch, gazing at the stars, our fingers entwined. From time to time during our conversation, she would tighten her grip and try to force my hand to the marble floor, gritting her teeth and laughing. When I offered resistance, her grip would go slack, only for her to try again moments later when she felt I wasn't on alert.She failed miserably in all her attempts. There was something about the current state of my life that I loved dearly. It was something about the way Giulia made me feel like mashed potatoes and her smile which never ceased to make me nostalgic.Just one flash of her pearly-white dentition and I was back in Seattle fifteen-plus years ago, running around with June and not giving a fuck. We used to also gaze at the stars, but at that time, it used to always be an argument on who could remember the types of stars Ms. RollingStone taught us.The thought made me smile. Oh, teenage June was lit. She taught me the definition of fun. Going bac
GIULIA“Forgive you for what?” I blinked, tilting my head to the side as I watched him. “Did you sack him because he helped me?”“No, not that.” He shook his head, peering down at his feet before he glanced back up. He seemed reluctant to tell me what it was he needed forgiveness for. Seeing him like that made me knit my brows. He looked very cute when embarrassed. If only he would learn to shed his bad boy persona, which he always showed to me, and adopt this new look. However cute he looked, I needed him to tell me what happened to Kenzo. “What is it, Mark?” My voice was stern. I folded my arms, scowling, to let him know I wasn't ready to let it slide until he told me what he did to Kenzo. I felt bad, though. Recalling my best friend after weeks of not doing so made me feel like a sham. “We fought.”“You engaged in combat????!” I yelled out before I could stop myself, my eyes wide in shock. “Well, that was what happened.” He lowered his head again. “I—”“You guys fought or y
MARK"Kristen, I cannot thank you enough," I stated appreciatively, my palms clasped in front of me. "Thank you so much for accommodating us. And thank you for the stress," I joked. He smiled, reaching out and pulling me into a hug. He was definitely adding some weight. Talk about June's cooking. "Don't mention at all," he said. "The best part about all of these is that we get to see you and Giulia back together. Love wins after all." He turned his smile to June who stood beside him. I'd almost forgotten that June was standing beside us. Kristen was greatly beekeeping age. There were red streaks of hair in his ponytail and beautiful white stands decorating his jaw. "We will miss you," June said. Her eyes turned solemn. "Mark, I just want you to be happy. You have had to... endure a lot. Giulia loves you so much. Don't let her down.""I won't." I stole a glance at Giulia. She was with Mary, consoling the heartbroken lady who couldn't stand the thought of our departure. They did this
GIULIAI had just stepped down from the car when Kenzo stormed out of the house. “What the hell is going on? Why are you guys—Lia?” He blinked, dazed. “Nah, I must be making things up,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. My lips lifted in a grin as my eyes ran over him, starting from his head to his feet, which were slipped into comfortable slippers. Kenzo had changed. It was obvious. The dramatic change made me lift an eyebrow. My once goofy friend looked more hardened, just like Mark did when I met him for the first time. He had completely shaved his hair, like a monk. There was no strand of hair on his head, and his eyes, which once held admiration whenever they beheld me, seemed lifeless. “Kenzo?” I finally found my voice, stepping towards him as I reached out to him. Seeing him this way tugged on my heartstrings. I couldn't tell why, but I felt I was part of the reason for his indifferent look. The minute his name left my lips, his face transformed as his lips lifted into a grin.
MARK"Shut up and come here," I said, pulling him in for a hug. He wasted no time in hugging me back. Giulia was smiling at us, laughing when necessary. She was catching lots of fun out of this."Don't ever reject my calls. Ever again," I warned him. "I'll kill you the next time that happens.""Oh, we're using threats now?" Giulia asked from behind me, speaking up before Kenzo could. "Stop cuddling him!"I rolled my eyes and slumped on the couch beside her. I was hardly settled before she got up and pulled me with her."Kenzo, I am starving," she said, pulling me towards the stairs. She sounded urgent. "Anything spicy is welcomed." Kenzo flashed her a wink before we started up the stairs. "Lia, what's the rush?" I asked, stopping us in the middle of the stairs.She answered me in action, pushing me against the wall and smashing our lips into each other."Woah," I whistled incredulously, pulling away with my hands raised in surrender. "Why are you so feral?""Mark, fuck me," she pante
GIULIA “Rise and shine, darling. It's a new day!” Kenzo yelled, unceremoniously drawing the curtains to let in the morning sunlight. “Kenzo!” I groaned, turning my back when I felt the harshness of the sunlight on my face. I covered my body with the blanket and made to place another pillow under my head when he snatched it from me. “It's almost 8 O'clock, darling. Time to wake up, and make some cool cash,” he said in a singsong voice, tugging the blanket away from my torso. “Can't I sleep for an hour more?” I pleaded, dragging the blanket with him. My eyes were still drowsy, and I wanted nothing more but to fall back to the bed, and doze until my eyes hurt, but the damned devil was out to frustrate me. “That won't do.” He yanked the blanket out of my hold and stepped back. “I gave you enough time to sleep. It's time to wake up now. Rise and shine, Beauty. You have a long day ahead of you.” “Fuck you!” Growling at him, I turned, wincing sharply at the bright light coming from
GIULIAHe didn't react. Gaping at me for a few seconds, he burst into laughter. “God, Lia. Who knew you could tell such dark jokes with an expressionless face? I almost believed you, you know?” His gaze was searching, despite his mirth, like he was seeking something, a smile from me, words that concurred with him, but I remained motionless and silent.Instead, tears rolled down my cheeks like a dripping faucet. It started with a drop before it escalated to more. And that was when Kenzo realized I wasn't playing about it. Who does that??? Even if I wanted to joke, it wouldn't be that expensive. “I'm sorry,” he apologized, wrapping his right arm around me, consoling me as he said words he knew would make me stop sobbing. It didn't work. Ever since I woke up in the hospital bed and cried when I heard the doctor's pronouncement, I had ceased crying, thinking I was strong. I thought I had forgotten about it, and wouldn't be affected by the reminder, but it wasn't so. We remained there fo
THREE YEARS LATER Looking back at how far I'd come, I still marvelled at how a single decision changed my life forever. Had I not left Seattle when I did, I wouldn't have met Mark. Meeting him was the turnaround I needed. He became the angel I didn't know I wanted. Or more so, the demon I thought would hurt me. “Mum!” Chelsey yelled out as she ran towards me, her red curls flying around as she rushed over to my side. “Darling?” Squatting, I opened my arms for her to embrace me. “What's wrong?” “Uncle Kenzo is out to get me!” she wailed, hugging me tight. “He's a bad guy, mummy!” “Oh, darling.” Hugging her, I waited for Kenzo to show up, and he did. The big guy walked over to us, grinning as he looked at her. “Who would have thought the daughter of a Mafia Lord and his lady would be a scaredy-cat?” Lifting his brows, he plopped down on the chair, letting out a sigh as he watched us. I was outside, on the balcony upstairs, watching the men practice below us before the
MARKThe late afternoon sun filtered through the canopy of trees, casting dappled light across the shaded area where I sat. A light breeze carried the scent of the lake, mingling with the faint aroma of the chilled drinks arranged on the small table beside me. I leaned back in my chair, one arm draped lazily over the armrest, and my eyes fixed on the field ahead.Giulia stood a few paces away, her bright red hair tied back in a messy ponytail, glinting like fire in the sunlight. She was holding a sleek black handgun and her posture was slightly bent. Roberto, standing beside her, gave calm, precise instructions, pointing toward the marked targets set up at varying distances, and gently arranging her posture to receive the backfire. She looked incredible. She always did. Her slight belly protruded through her simple white shirt. It was a sight I could never get enough of. Giulia—my Lia—pregnant, glowing, and learning how to shoot. It was a surreal combination that filled my heart wit
MARK“What are you doing?”I bit my bottom lip and said into the phone, “Nothing, just thinking about you. What’s up, baby?”There was this suppressed excitement in her tone when she said, “I have something to tell you.”“What is it?”“When I see you. I don’t want to tell you on the phone.”I laughed. “You know, I also have something to tell you.” Giulia chuckled on the other end. “Don’t tease me, Mark. What is it?”“When we meet,” I said, imitating her tone.“Okay. You are coming over for dinner tonight?”“Yeah, but not in your house. I’ll text Roberto the address.” There was silence on the other end. I could picture her knitting her brows as she asked, “Have you discussed that with him already?”“No, but I will. Go prepare, baby.”She was confused, I could tell, but she still said, “Okay, baby. See you later.” *~*~*~*~*~*My heart was pounding as I called Kenzo again, checking my suit in the full-length mirror before me. “You sure it’s all set up?” I asked. Beneath the cool tone,
GIULIADr. Sheldon listened intently, his expression unreadable. “I see,” he said finally. “Let's run some tests, okay? I can't give a diagnosis without proper analyses.”“Sounds good to me.”Dr. Sheldon led me to an examination room, where a nurse took my vitals and drew blood samples. I tried to distract myself by scrolling through my phone, but my mind kept going in circles, thinking about the test and what might be wrong with me. I couldn't think of anything, though. Dr. Sheldon returned with a warm smile, carrying a clipboard. I sat up the moment I saw him, gulping as I watched him sit opposite me. “Guilia, your vitals look good. But I want to discuss the blood test results.”"Okay?" I sat up straighter, gulping as my stomach tightened. “Everything looks normal,” he began, “except for one thing.” I leaned forward, my palms growing sweaty. The suspense was killing me. I just wanted him to get it over with, but I knew urging him wouldn't do me any good. “Your hormone levels
GUILIAIt had been a month since I got back together with Mark. Roberto flew me back to Spain, so I could be able to date Mark. I wasn't allowed to return to his house, though. Roberto made me stay in the mansion he has in Madrid. I could only see Mark thrice a week. And to think he gave me a damned curfew. Yeah. To him, I was still the little girl he lost after my mum's death. He's yet to recognize me as the young adult I was. To him, the teen after the nine in my age spoke volumes — I celebrated my birthday two weeks ago. This time, it was the right date, not the one my foster parents decided on.“Where are you going?” Roberto asked, giving me an appraisal. He seemed to like my outfit because he didn't comment on it. I smiled, adjusting the straps of my sundress. The bright yellow fabric hugged my curves in all the right places, and the floral patterns added a playful touch. I had my hair up in a loose bun, with a few stray strands framing my face. “I'm —” “I hope you are not go
MARKHolding Giulia close, I buried my face in her hair, inhaling the familiar scent that grounded me. Fuck, I missed this. It felt like I’d been drifting for so long, waiting for this exact moment to feel whole again. Just holding her, feeling the gentle rhythm of her breath, was enough to make the world outside our embrace fade away. As I sighed, she slowly pulled back, her beautiful eyes searching mine, sending silent messages only the two of us could understand. Her gaze softened, and I felt an ache that I recognized as much in her expression as in myself.A single tear slipped down her cheek. My guts twisted. Her lip trembled slightly. “I missed you,” she whispered. Despite how beautiful she looked with the silent stream on her face, I couldn't bear to see her this way. I reached up and brushed the tears away, lingering my touch on her cheek to enjoy the warmth a little longer. Without saying a word, I leaned in and pressed my lips softly to hers, savouring the taste of her l
GUILIAEverything happened in a blur after that. From the time Roberto told me I was his daughter, to his conversation with Mark before he took me with him. Within a month, I had changed from a girl who had nothing to a princess of a damned villa. It was surreal. Like a dream, I would probably wake from if I pinched myself hard. But I dared not do that. The dream was one I didn't want to wake from. A month into living in the villa, and getting dotted on, I started picking up titbits of memories I'd forgotten. More intense was the one that hit me last, one that caused tears to stream down my eyes.I had lost a baby. Not only that, but it would be difficult to conceive again, if not impossible. Though Dr Sheldon promised it would happen.Roberto tried to console me, but I refused to be consoled. Oddly enough, the thoughts of so many things at my disposal didn't ease the heaviness in my heart. Wealth couldn't fill the hole, couldn't mend the broken heart. I cried myself to sleep last n
MARK"What the fuck is going on?" I murmured to myself, my brows creasing at the parked cars out front. My gates were flung open, men in black lining the sidewalk and driveway. I clocked my gun and fixed it into the waistband of my jeans. I fucking told Kenzo not to let anyone in!I literally took only twenty minutes—okay, it was about thirty or so—to get some things from the store and clear my head. Giulia had incessantly whined for biscuits and candies like a child, so I decided to do what was best for us all: get a basketful of those things she wanted badly. I'd present them to her like a gift."Hey, what the hell is happening here?" I asked the men outside the gate, but they said nothing. Gripping my gun through my shirt, I walked into the compound.The scene was chaos: bloodstains on the ground, men ducking for cover, and bodies lying still. I saw Kenzo near the gate, pinned down behind a wall. But what really set me off was the sight of Giulia in the presence of a strange man, s
GUILIAMark left immediately after Kenzo showed up, promising that he would be back with my parents the next day. I didn't trust those words because he didn't seem like he was telling the truth. I could tell from his gaze that there was something he was keeping from me. Oddly enough, I didn't feel scared about it. Though I kept on yelling for him to get my foster parents back, I wasn't that eager to meet them again. I just wanted to keep him on his toes, so he wouldn't think I was ready to embrace a life I couldn't remember. After meeting my foster parents, I realized something. Mark wasn't lying when he said I wasn't sixteen like I thought I was. Not only that, but Kenzo brought my phone back last night, and I had gone through the pictures.Though I couldn't recall any of them, I knew they couldn't have worked on such convincing pictures, not even with the help of an AI. With those thoughts in mind, I went to bed after having dinner — I had to sneak into the kitchen to do that afte