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
James.I didn't know what was on Becca's mind, but I knew it would be of no help to the family. We needed stability right now. She could argue all she wanted about how me being the Don didn't offer that, but what was I to do? It was my responsibility, and here I was. It wasn't like I was trying to seal Alessandro's fate where he would end up in my shoes. I was actively looking for solutions, which were more viable than her idea. A charity in Guatemala. What had gotten into her? I wasn't sure, to be honest, but it made little to no sense. We'd need to adapt to an entirely new place. I hadn't been in Italy my entire life, granted, but it wasn't completely different from the United States. Guatemala? It would definitely be culture shock and inconvenient to adapt to. Plus, how was I going to rise to power again with a new business? Would anyone even hear of me in that area? Becca did mention a charity component, which was interesting. But how much of a diffe
Allegra.Mentally recovering from what happened with that heartbreak had been a lot, but I was coping well enough. At the moment, I was laying down on the couch, trying not to burst into tears again. 'Well enough' being relative, of course. On the bright side, I had a runway show soon. I was adapting very well to the new place, and the people here were very kind. I thought about the boss and how he was very accommodating to people in general.Now that I was settling down and had hopes for the future, maybe I could look into therapy. With my new position, my health costs would be covered by insurance, and it may be healthy for me. I needed to let Layla go, but it was so difficult. That question hung in my mind like a tick to a dog. 'Do you think Layla has any regrets?' I had asked Neal that, and he had denied that it mattered. Really, he was right. It shouldn't. Things had gone horribly with the Michaelsons, but they could have gone much worse. Layla surely knew
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