Allegra.Was this it? Was Layla going to confess that she didn't love me anymore? I felt tears well up and begin pouring down my cheeks. My formerly joyous mood evaporated in an instant, fading into nothing. My heart clenched, and I sniffled, though I tried to sound all choked up in what I said next. "I'm listening," I whispered. A few strands of hair fell into my face that I didn't bother to move away. I clenched my fist, waiting for her to say something. Anything.The pause she gave felt like hours. Finally, she broke the silence and said, "Allegra… I… I've been lying." There it was. She was going to say she didn't actually love me. I gave a choked sob, something she probably heard. At this point, I didn't care. My life would carry on, but my heart would be gray. This was terrible. Layla said, "No, no, Allegra, I… I still love you. Deeply. But I gave them information, okay. I misunderstood. They lied to me."Now, I was confused. I furrowed my brow, reaching up
James.Dealing with Allegra getting into my business right now wasn't ideal, and I almost didn't bother to answer the phone. However, with Becca up in arms about going back to Italy, I assumed this would be something I needed to handle, whatever it was. Allegra said, "Look. Becca wouldn't listen to me, but you should know. Layla isn't who she says she is. She worked with the people who captured me and thought Becca owed them money. She said she was lied to, but either way, she may be a danger to your kids."I snorted, wondering if they got into some sort of argument, and now she was trying to drag it to me. "You really expect me to believe that?" I snapped, then let out an annoyed sigh. "I'll look into it," I said finally, wanting to get her off of my back. "Good," she said. With that, she bid me a short farewell, her tone none too kind, and mine hadn't been either. She wasn't exactly the person I was ecstatic to talk to by any means. I reached up and placed a hand o
Layla.My stomach was in tatters, and my heart was ripped to shreds. I didn't know how to handle any of this. My world was crashing down, but I deserved it. I should have known I was being lied to, but I had been too gullible. They'd said Becca was a terrible person, someone who would end up extorting the children just like Chad Cartwright. A thief, a liar, they needed information so they could get the money back and suggested I look over the kids to make sure they would be safe. Everything they said had been lies. My instincts told me as much, but they were super convincing, so I had ignored my gut feeling. Right now, I ran down the sidewalk, the oranges, and reds of sunset doing little to comfort me, as beautiful as they were. Tears streamed down my face as I ran, ignoring some odd looks I got from passersby. I needed to find a comfortable place to sit and think. How could I convince Becca I was sorry?The sounds of my whimpering and footsteps lan
Becca.Everything was spiraling out of control. I thought the trial would be the end of many worries, but I was wrong. Apparently, it just signified the beginning. Tears began streaming down my face as I stared Layla down. She had buried her face into her hands and was sobbing, but I couldn't look at her anymore. I couldn't deal with being here at the cafe at all. I stood up from my chair and whirled, shoving it into the table and storming out of the place.Layla had been someone I could rely on. She listened to me when I complained about how stubborn James was being, or my woes during the trial regarding the Cartwrights. I thought she cared dearly about the children, but clearly, I'd thought wrong. Tears poured down my cheeks as I hurried down the street, now shifting to a run. Dusk was causing the sky to darken, and I foolishly didn't take a car here. The streets were lit up, so I wasn't too concerned about getting jumped, but still, I walked briskly.
James."Please make sure it's taken care of," I muttered, my eyes narrowed as I stared at the wall. We'd arrived in Italy a few days ago, and problems were already springing up. I was the Don, no surprise, a fate that would befall Alessandro eventually as well, unless something changed.Here, we'd have more opportunities. That tiny detail was stuck in Becca's mind, but I could tell she wanted out as soon as possible. Hopefully, she would adapt because I didn't intend on moving. The incident with Layla was stuck in her mind, too, which meant she was occupied with that thought quite a bit. She was currently interviewing nannies. She was very picky and cycling through many. Given what we'd gone through, I couldn't blame her. Giana, the former housekeeper, was on leave for an indefinite time. Something was going on with her family, and of course, given that Becca hadn't really liked her in the first place, I told her to take all the time she needed. Secretly, I wis
Neal.The situation with Becca was heartbreaking, and I was stuck. I really did love her and had been hoping she'd been missing me. I would be better for her than James, right? Well, maybe not. I wasn't sure. I stared at my hands, sitting there on my couch and reaching up to rub my temples.So many complex feelings. Here I was, unable to move on though I really needed to. For now, I basked in the silence, the distraction of the television no help. My mind kept bouncing between wishing I could end up with Becca and telling myself I should let things lie.They had just gotten through the situation with the kids, and from what I'd heard, the Cartwrights were terrible people. I got word from Allegra that they managed to move back to Italy. I was here as well, near Allegra, still on the hunt for those damn Russians who captured her.It was all connected. I wasn't sure how much information Layla gave to them regarding Allegra, but I knew Becca had bee
Becca.Now that we were settled in, and Sophia was coming to visit and help while we could look for a new nanny, I allowed myself to relax a little. I sat on the couch, in front of the television, going over everything I knew and thinking about the future. James was, no surprise, the Don now that we were here. Which would be passed onto Alessandro, a fate that would bring him so many problems later in life. I winced at that idea, then let out a sigh. Would our family ever escape from this?My thoughts turned to where we could go. James was very frustrated with all the moving around we were doing on the regular, but I couldn't help it. New York, obviously, was no place for me. I shuddered remembering that confrontation with the Stepford wives.They had been way out of line–disgusting, vile. Something had to be done about them! But what could be done? I shook my head, deciding it wasn't my problem anymore. They were going to dig themselves into their own gra
Becca.The day following some angry, but hot sex with James, he was out trying to establish some connections again while I was at home sipping wine, contemplating going out to the bar or something myself. There was nothing interesting on television and no new news regarding the myriad of situations we always seemed to find ourselves in. I wasn't happy about the outcome of the fight I'd had with James, but the sex had been nice. I took a sip of my wine, going over everything else. The kids, at least, seemed to be happy. Alessandro was talking more and didn't seem afraid of the neighbors like he had been with the Stepford wives. I'd noticed he very much flinched away from them and wasn't happy from the first time we'd interacted. No surprise, as they saw him, and me, as lesser. I clenched my fist at that thought. As upset as I was to be here in Italy, at least we weren't there anymore.My thoughts turned to Antionette again and how she had been the one to s