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
"Happy Thanksgiving, pregnant bestie!" I open my arms to a very beaming Sammy rushing towards me with her very pretty baby bump. We've been invited to her and Evan's home, and I'm literally in awe of the splendors of the house. My apartment screams old money and extravagance, in my opinion, but it still gives off the vibe of being down to earth even though I know what it costs. Evan's home, however, has all the AI features I didn't even know existed. The door literally greeted us when we rang the doorbell. By our names! "Wow, your house is huge." Is all I can say as I hug her to me. "I know, right?" She beams as she touches my stomach, but I take a step back. Nobody has touched my stomach apart from medical professionals, Alessandro, Phoebe, and myself. There's not much of a stomach to touch either, I can still hide the very small bump underneath my clothes. Sammy blinks and looks unsure, but the angel that my sister is steps next to me and looks around the grandeur of the foye
I look skeptically at the doctor in front of us. I don't know if she's going to be a good fit for us. She literally looks like she could be my age. Her eyes dart from us to Thomas, who is standing guard inside the door. Enzo is stationed on the outside. I was surprised this morning, too, when security seems to be amped up again. This is the first time Thomas is actually inside the room at an appointment. The doctor nervously clears her throat and clicks on something on her computer screen. "Okay, uhm, I received your previous scans and bloodwork from Dr.Pesci. It seems that you're doing well on the medication he prescribed. Are you having any other severe symptoms? Nausea, maybe? Dizziness?" "No." I shake my head. " I'm just super sleepy. I sleep like ten, eleven hours a day." She nods and makes a note on what I assume is my file. "Your body is working really hard right now, so I would say rest as much as you'd like. Listening to what your body wants is the most important thing he