We're standing in front of another open grave. In all my life, I've only ever attended two funerals. My grandmother's, which I can hardly remember. The rumor goes that she was run off the road by the wife of the man she was having an affair with at the time. I haven't seen my mother in years, but if she's not careful, she will surely end up just like her mother. Gabby's funeral is small and intimate, and nothing like the man we're burying her next to. There is no ostentatious get-together afterward, just a few close friends of hers who look just as sad to lose her like her sons. Security has been lightened significantly, although I don't think that's a good idea. If those people from Italy could kill Antonio over a deal, would they not come back for him? Would they do to me what they did to Gabby? That thought scares the living shit out of me. The thought of my babies being hurt while they're inside me makes me murderous. I will do anything to protect them. "Wishing you had a dr
This can't be happening! My heart threatens to explode out of my chest, and Thomas literally has to lift me from Dario. Alessandro can't lose another person. It would kill literally anybody, no matter how strong, to lose all their family members in a matter of weeks of each other. "Open the door for the paramedics." Thomas instructs calmly as he turns Dario on his side. I rush to the door, and I'm glad that I don't need a security code to unlock from the inside. It can't be longer than ten minutes until the paramedics arrive, but it feels like an eternity standing at that door. "He's in here!" I run to his bedroom where Thomas is still holding a shaking Dario. "What is he on?" The female asks calmly while checking Dario's blood pressure. "Alcohol, maybe opioid." Thomas backs off to give he paramedics space to work. Opioid? I've only seen Dario drink before, but a person is not exactly going to use drugs in front of other people if they don't wanna be caught. Again, I can't sa
Raquel has the nerve to look at me like I'm the one who has done something wrong. Screw her father's company and whatever deal Alessandro made with them to buy it. She has done things to clearly undermine me and get closer to Alessandro, and I'm not having any of it anymore. I'm no longer standing by and watching her touch him or maneuver her way into his space.I'm pretty sure that she has some kind of eyes on me to alert her to what I'm doing. She was made to serve only as a pawn in the game Alessandro is playing with her father to completely take over the company. And I know it's a huge deal for him, and the why, so I should have just shut my trap and stayed on the safe side. But I've never had, and I'm not about to start now. "Stop pretending that you actually give a damn about Dario." I tell her under my breath. "I know it's Alessandro that you want, so you can quit with the little act you've got going on." One thing about Raquel is that she's a damn good actress. I don't kn
I get even more pissed off when Alessandro doesn't come home that night. My insecurities threaten to smother me again. What if he decided I wasn't worth the drama and hooked up with Raquel instead? I did tell him he should put babies in her belly. What if he actually did that? Raquel would open him with open arms and fertile ovaries. This is how pathetic I've become. I hate both myself and Alessandro for it. I want to tell myself that if he had just stayed away from me, I would have been perfect, but that would be a lie. If I had never met him, I would still be dead inside, I would've never known what true love felt like. And even though I hate the feelings that come with it sometimes, I don't ever want to live without it. I get up grudgingly because my stomach is screaming in protest. Ever since the Iron deficiency is being treated, I've gained an enormous appetite. Alma says it's a good thing because I have to eat three hundred more calories per baby. I'm definitely going to loo
Alessandro goes and sits on the bed with his head in his hands. Something's not adding up here. "Are there some financial problems I should be aware of?" I want to know. That's the only thing that makes sense to me now. Maybe he needs that company to build something back that he lost. Or maybe with the death of his parents, he uncovered financial issues. Raquel gave Dario drugs, and he almost died. In my book, that's a trespass to my family that can't go unpunished. "Of course not." Alessandro shakes his head. "There is enough money so that our great-grandchildren would be taken care of." "Then why the hell do you want that company so damn much!" The frustration bleeds through my voice. "Are you just going to allow someone to almost kill your brother? The only close family you've got left?" I'm honestly not trying to make things hard on him. Things have been hard on him as it is, and I've been really trying to be supportive of him through this all, but I just can't understand wh
My heart rate skyrockets as soon as I'm lying down on the bed in Dr.Pesci 's exam room. He says my pregnancy is high risk because it's multiples, and he might refer me to someone else who specializes in pregnancies where there are more than two babies. That is not something that I wanted to hear because I like him, and he makes me feel comfortable around him. Alessandro squeezes my hand, and I turn my head towards him. At least he's here this time. I still haven't told him about taking the morning after pill in Greece, but I figured it didn't even work, so it doesn't matter at this point. Also, he's extremely stressed out. I can see it in the tired look in his eyes. He's grieving the loss of his parents, and simultaneously, he has to deal with the business and the Whittle's shit. Dario is in some fancy rehab. Apparently, he's staying until he feels like joining the real world again. "You okay?" I ask him. That's really the most stupid line ever created, but I can't think of anythi
I haven't even eaten one egg before Phoebe starts clearing the table and putting magazines on it. "What is this?" I look at the tons of wedding magazines she's putting in front of me. "Thanks for giving me a heads up that the wedding is in one month!" Phoebe says sarcastically. " Do you even know how hard it is to get a decent wedding photographer on such short notice!" I shake my head and continue eating. "Let me guess, Alessandro put you up to this?" "Yes, because my own sister can't inform me!" "In my defense, he only told me yesterday he wanted to get married asap, and I never said I wanted a wedding." "Well, my only relative is getting a wedding, whether she likes it or not. Fuck, we're gonna need that photographer, I'll see if I can find someone on Instagram." She's already on her phone. "Knock yourself out." Alma looks amused from me to Phoebe. "You really don't care about a wedding?" I sigh. "Is that weird?" "Not everyone wants the white dress and the church bells."
I've been in a bad mood for days now. Phoebe has tried telling me that I'm irrational and that it's starting to become annoying. She also regrets mentioning anything about Trey. Alessandro frowns at me from where he's sitting opposite me at a Greek restaurant. We haven't seen much of each other, I'm always sleeping, and he's always working, which has undoubtedly made me even more upset."Are you pissed off at me or something?" He takes a swig of his wine, and I mimic him by taking a swig of my water. "How did you meet Trey?" I want to know. "Did you also meet in school?" He looks suspiciously at me. "No." I raise my eyebrows at the short answer. "Don't you miss hanging out at the club? You're young, handsome, and rich. I assume you don't want to stay at home all the time with a pregnant woman." His eyes narrow on me. "Are you looking for a fight?" "Who said anything about fighting?" I sound like a total teenager. "I was merely asking you a question." I can see he wants to know