Allegra."You're serious?" I asked, my voice dripping with excitement. My phone was pressed up against my ear as I lounged on the couch, a genuine smile playing on my lips."Yes," Kimberly said, giving a sigh. "They're interested. Do you know how many hoops I had to jump through? I should have asked for more than three percent.""Mhm, thank you, your highness," I muttered sarcastically. Maybe Kimberly had some use after all. I couldn't help but feel relieved. After our conversation last time, I'd been worried she wouldn't be able to pull strings properly. Now, I had my chance despite having that relatively inconvenient past. Kimberly replied, "You're welcome. I've got things to do. A little less whining on your end, going forward, would be appreciated." Then, she hung up. Nope, still an annoying bitch. But one who would get me what I wanted, so I allowed myself to feel a little bit grateful. I wandered through my living room, reaching up to rub my eyes.
Becca.I paced back and forth, my eyes narrowed in thought, and adrenaline rushing through my veins. I ran my fingers through my hair and took several deep breaths, trying to compose myself so that I could focus and not let stress take over everything. Today was the day. We were heading to court in an hour, and I was trying to gather my bearings. I hoped this would work out in favor of Alessandro. There was no way the court would allow Chad to gain rights over that child. Right? Otherwise, he wouldn't be with me right now. However, James wasn't here either. Though he assured me this wouldn't be forever, I still felt my heart clench upon thinking about all of this. These kids needed a family, I wanted to give that to them. Not only that, but I loved James, I was sure, even through this mess. Putting a hand on my forehead, I moved into the kids' room, poking my head through the door and fixing my eyes on Alessandro. Currently, he was awake and playing arou
Becca.I couldn't believe it. James was right. Things were finally working out for us, and we would keep Alessandro. The child could grow up with a real life. Janet had emphasized just how valuable my speech had been, which made me feel elated.It had been from the bottom of my heart, and my feelings were paying off. When we arrived home, I collapsed onto the couch, letting out a soft sigh and relaxing all of my muscles. The kids were asleep, Layla was in her room, and silence settled in the house. James was here with me and told me I could have some time to myself. He hinted at interest in a little bit… well, more than a little bit… of pleasurable fun soon.I had time to freshen up and make us dinner. I wanted to make James his favorite dish, something special. The occasion had to be celebrated properly, after all. I entered the bathroom, gazing into the mirror and noting the dark shadows under my eyes. This case had been damaging my sleep, no doubt, and I was
James.As ecstatic as I was regarding the court's decision, I knew the many problems I dealt with on the regular wouldn't be silenced. My focus shifted from the Cartwright situation, even if they threatened to the end, to the one with my uncle and damned cousin.Ronaldo was a snake.I really wanted to leave this mafia business behind, especially after it took my daughter from me. My heart once again clenched as I thought about that, my eyes closed as I let out a soft sigh. She hadn't deserved that, and the world had lost a wonderful person during that shootout.The grief would never leave, and things like what happened in court would constantly remind me of it. Though, actual activity within the damn situations like Ronaldo and the former Don would be somewhat more of a pressing matter.Why had he made me the Don? I didn't want it. I just wanted to live a normal life, at this point. Yet here I was, dealing with Ronaldo's tantrum. His attempt to pin his fa
Becca.I was glad Ronaldo would no longer be an issue, but that didn't change the fact that I didn't want to go to Italy. I didn't want to stay here, either; the Cartwrights and Stepford wives were massive issues. Leaving those issues behind and jumping into a whole set of different ones, though, was not something I wanted either. There was just too much at stake now, and things were finally looking up for us. I swallowed as James's expression shifted from that content smile to a deep frown. This wasn't going to be a fun conversation, that much I knew. However, I needed to stand my ground. Thankfully, the kids were asleep in the nursery, Layla had their monitor, and we could address this like civil adults in here."What?""You heard me," I said, my lip quivering. "We've been through so much lately, and you remember how much the mafia card almost made us lose our son, James. Things always come up; the last thing I want to do is go back into the maw of the beast."
Neal.I could already tell Becca's tone was off. Maybe this was a bad time to call, but I couldn't get her out of my head. Currently, I was sitting on my couch, staring at the wall and biting my lip.It was too late to go back now. I had to go all in on this. Maybe she did miss me. I knew I should have been working on that job so Allegra would finally be able to stop worrying about it, but I couldn't help these emotions tearing me apart. I needed to know if she missed me too. There would be some solace in that, right?"I see," Becca said, causing my heart to clench. God, I wish I could focus, right now, on that job rather than this wave of emotion that drove me to call her. The stress was overwhelming, and I couldn't get the thought of Tally's death out of my head. That, and the fact that Becca had chosen James over me.Why she would do such a thing, I would never know. James was standoffish and cold, dangerous, too, given those mafia connections. I shook m
Becca.A knock came at my door in the morning, causing me to let out a light groan. I turned in the bed, considering pretending that I was still asleep. Maybe I'd be left alone in my thoughts then. I didn't want to face this gigantic issue right now. After that talk with Neal at midnight, my stomach had twisted into several knots. My feelings on the matter were too complicated to focus on right now, not when I didn't know where we were going to end up. James insisted on Italy, but I was firm in my disagreement. Neal had sounded so dejected and depressed. I felt a pang of sadness but chose James for a reason. So I thought. Right now, after all of this, and his insistence on going back to Italy, I wasn't sure. That said, he loved the kids dearly. He had been so happy upon the finality of that trial. We could be a family now, but his past would follow him like a baby duck to its mother. Italy was too dangerous, and I really didn't know why he kept ins
Allegra.Today was the day. Kimberly may have netted me the opportunity with the modeling company, but I needed to put on my best face and ace this interview. I stood in the mirror looking at myself, a spark of determination in my blue eyes. My hair was somewhat disheveled, but I would tame it. Everything needed to be perfect for today, because I wouldn't get many chances like this. In fact, it was doubtful Kimberly could find another place at all, given my situation with the US.Layla had been on my mind lately, right along with all of my worries that she wasn't interested anymore. I frowned at myself, wishing I could stop obsessing over all of the worries swirling in my mind. Grabbing a brush, I ran it through my hair for a while, then grabbed some of my make-up and started to apply it. My stomach was twisted into several knots over the Layla situation, but I needed to focus on this interview. Maybe once I actually got the job, she would be more excited.
Becca.I didn't need to push much longer until the baby was born. I let out a sigh of relief as a lot of pressure was released as the doctor announced the head was out. I was almost done pushing. Out came the shoulders, and then the doctor was able to pull the baby out. She lifted the baby up and smiled, studying the baby for a moment. "It's a boy!" she said, causing the room to erupt into cheers. I gave a very quiet cheer of my own, my body completely exhausted. I closed my eyes, tears still spilling down my cheeks. I was still worried about how healthy he was, though, since he had come so early. "The baby is healthy, even if a bit underweight. He'll get meat on his bones in no time," the doctor assured me, reaching over to hand the baby to me. Putting a few clips into place, the doctor handed James a pair of scissors, and he cut the umbilical cord. Then, she began the process of helping me pass the afterbirth while the nurses prepared to clean our son up while
Becca.Several months had passed since our honeymoon, and things had been going wonderfully. The baby was developing very healthily, and they were going to be on the way soon. I was tired as I sat on the couch, reading up on some news. The progress with Guatemala went very well. I had made contact with locals who were going to make sure everything ran smoothly and children would be getting what they needed. The thought made me smile. Children deserved wonderful lives. The kids were just put to bed about an hour ago. 8:00 PM was too early for me to go to bed quite yet, but I was feeling tired. Still, I needed a snack, as my cravings were intensifying lately by quite a bit. I walked up to the fridge and rummaged through it, pulling out a jar of pickles and giving a satisfied sigh. I grabbed a plate, taking out several to munch on while I watched television. Maybe this would help me wake up a little bit. I wanted to wait until James got home. He was busy worki
Allegra."I have made a list of reputable centers that we can look into," I said to Layla, leaning on her as we stared at a laptop on the table. At the moment, we were looking into adopting, though not right this instant. We wanted to do a lot of research first. Not to mention, Layla wanted to get another cat so Onyx had a playmate, and they'd need to adapt to our apartment first. The idea of adoption was a prospect both of us adored. Giving a child a loving home would be a wonderful thing. Layla pointed to the screen, saying softly, "I've heard about that one. Good things, thankfully. I think we should be open-minded about teens." She frowned sadly, closing her eyes. "They are often overlooked.""I agree," I said. "They may be a large responsibility, as teenagers can be rowdy, but I'm confident we can handle it. Can't be worse than being captured by the Russian mob," I said with a chuckle. Layla winced but gave a half-smile. "You still think about that, huh
Becca."This place is beautiful," I said, looking around the fancy restaurant in Florence and letting out a happy sigh. Vines practically dripped from the ceiling, making it feel as though we were in a romantic movie. My life was similar enough to one, at this point! Mariano and Neal sat together across the table from James and I, all smiles and warm energy as well. They sipped wine and nodded, agreeing with my observation about the atmosphere. I took a sip of water myself, always mindful of the baby."This is the place where we met!" Mariano exclaimed with excitement. "When I first laid my eyes on Neal, I knew a prince had entered the establishment. A handsome one that made me swoon in my seat," he said. He winked at Neal, and the other man blushed. I giggled, gushing, "You two are so cute! I'm so happy for you. It really does look like you connected, which is wonderful. Just like a storybook!" Mariano nodded, his grin only widening at the idea. This place had a
James. "Look at how wonderful and huge they are, James!" Becca exclaimed, causing me to smile. It was the day after our first engagement on the beach, and I was happy to relax. At the moment, we were looking at some giant tortoises with a deep sense of awe.She was right; they were the size of side tables. A guide handed Becca some lettuce, which she held out to the tortoise. She squealed with delight as the animal took a leaf from her and began munching, causing my smile to widen even further. I was so happy to be able to relax. Security had reported nothing odd happening, and they seemed to be having a ball as well. I was relieved, though I shouldn't have expected anything bad to happen. Not like the Cartwrights tracked our every move. At least, I hoped not. I shook that thought out of my mind as Becca continued to give a ton of attention to the tortoises. One of the security men walked over with a camera in his hand, beaming at us. "Let's get some pictures of
Becca.This was it. The perfect honeymoon, the one where James and I would have the time of our lives. I was thrilled, my heart singing even as I looked out the window of the airplane we were taking. With the money I had, we were able to charter a private jet. Even after all these months, I'd never completely gotten used to always being able to afford the best of everything. The staff was very kind, including the flight attendants who catered to our every need. Our money came with a lot of advantages. I tried not to think about that too much, though. It made me feel guilty.Rather, when my worries became too heavy, I reminded myself of the charity that I was starting off. I realized I couldn't physically go to Guatemala, but with my wealth, I reached out to locals for the best ways to run a charity for kids there. The representative I spoke with had been wonderfully helpful, and it made me beyond happy that I could still help while not being there. I had decided I
James."This is going to be such a wonderful trip, James!" Becca exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me. I smiled, returning the hug and holding her close. When she pulled away, I gave her a tender kiss.At the moment, we were sitting in the living room of the compound with a laptop open on the table showing all the activities we could do in Seychelles. The pictures of beautiful, pristine beaches with shining sand and deep blue water got me excited, too."I think we should see the tortoises and dolphins," Becca said, giving a smile. "The kids are going to love those pictures. Someday, we need to take them with us, to a kid-friendly area." No doubt she would be paying attention to that during our honeymoon. "That is an excellent idea, my love," I said to her, giving her another squeeze. We exchanged another kiss as she continued to scroll through the pictures and destinations. Thankfully, the trip was taken care of flight-wise and hotel-wise. Having money was
Neal.A few weeks had passed since I met Mariano, and the strong sense of attraction I had to both his looks and personality had not faded. In fact, we were hitting it off even harder now, and I couldn't be happier. Thankfully, I was brave enough to call Becca and say I wanted to visit as a friend. I meant it this time. There was no ulterior motive, not that there had been one, to begin with. She may have been stuck in my head a little, but that wasn't an issue anymore. After some hesitation, she agreed to see me. Likely because I wanted to introduce her to Mariano, which put her at ease for me not actually being after her anymore. I accepted that she was with James. Mariano and I were sharing lunch before heading out. I gazed into his eyes, my own full of adoration for the man. "We're really hitting it off, aren't we?" I chuckled, breaking the silence that had formed between us as we ate sandwiches. Mariano winked, saying, "I think we are, yes. I am thrill
James.Still feeling beyond happy about the news of the baby still being healthy, I walked over to the fridge to get myself a quick snack before meeting with Giovani. Becca was dripping with joy, which made me relieved, to say the least. She had no idea what was going on in the background, and I didn't want her to, either. She shouldn't suffer the stress of anything anymore. My wife was looking forward to a wonderful life with our expanding family, and I wouldn't let worry settle in her mind. At least, despite the stress on my end, we were going to have our honeymoon soon. The kids were happy, and that's all I could ask for. Speaking of which, I stopped into the nursery for a visit before heading off to discuss things with my cousin. Alessandro was playing around with a few cars and stuffed animals. Dahlia sat in front of him, doing the same, making happy cooing noises threaded in with a few words. When they saw me, they let out squeals of happiness and hobbled o