I never really understood women most of the time. It's not that I ever wanted to understand them because they were like a chore to me. No one would believe me if they were told that I was married because that was not what I ever wanted. "Are you going to drop your attitude and tell me what is wrong? You aren't in love with me are you?", I asked her after I grabbed her hand. She looked at me for a second and smirked. "Anyone who is in love with you is a fool. Besides you made it pretty clear that is the line we are not supposed to cross", she said smacking her lips. "Then why are you mad? ", I asked her. She was acting like a child and I was not having fun with any of her stupid tantrums. "Nothing just had a bad day, if you don't mind I want to sleep can you please leave my room?", she asked me as she got in bed.I huffed and left her room. I could not like her, not when she behaved like a child. She was mad at me and even slapped me just to say that she had a bad day huh? Did
ANA'S POV. I don't know what I expected. As I walk through the doors of the company everyone looked busy doing something. I always knew he had companies but I never came to see what went on here. I pass by a group of ladies who seem to be gossiping about someone and I turn around to see what they were talking about only to see a smiling Vincenzo. Maybe this was a bad idea. What if working at the same place as he was going to be torture? Would I be able to manage other girls looking at him or maybe he was the one who was doing the looking? I enter the elevator as I wait for him to catch up with me. After greeting thousands of people he finally enters the elevator. The elevator ride is silent and I feel like am suffocating but after a couple of minutes it comes to a stop and we enter another floor. The floor is noisy as people are moving around like they are rushing to go somewhere and I wonder what the fuss is all about."You'll be seated there", he says as he points to a desk
ANNA'S POV. The entire week passed by smoothly and I was starting to like working there. Vincenzo ignored me like I was a plague but I was already used to it. He didn't want people to know that we were married and I understood that. To be honest I hated it there. Maybe it was better for me to just stay at home and wait for him to provide everything for me. As I tossed in bed I sighed in frustration thinking of what the day had in store for me. Passing by people talking about my husband had to be the worst thing to hear in the morning. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I was a mess. I was never really the type of girl who woke up looking like a princess. I winced in pain as I tried to comb my hair which turned out to be an epic fail. After a hundred tries my strawberry hair was perfect. I rushed down the stairs to find Raul waiting for me. At least it was the moment that I enjoyed in the morning. Riding with him to work. "Good morning ma'am", he said bowing down. " G
The ringing in my head was becoming persistent and I couldn't get it to stop. I stumbled as I slid down to the floor trying to catch my breath. It wasn't happening, was it?I was having a panic attack at work. Everything became blurry and I couldn't even differentiate between what was real and what was not. All I need was to try and calm down otherwise I would spirally at work. I didn't want people to think that I was crazy. I wanted them to like me and no one ever liked a psycho bitch before. Deep breaths... One two three... It wasn't working. Maybe it was because I was panicked. "Put your hands over your head and count one, two, and three until you feel you have calmed downed", my mother had said. One two three... I repeated it trying to take slow shallow breaths and my hands stopped shaking. The door of the bathroom suddenly opened revealing a small figure. "Hey you okay"?", the lady asked as she scooted closer to where I was seated.I tried opening my mouth to say wor
I strutted into his office hands behind my back. I didn't know what he was going to say but given the pissed-off face he had, I knew it wasn't going to be a pleasant talk. I shut the for behind me as I stood at a safe distance waiting for him to say something. The man who looked pissed off in the corridor was no longer the man that I was standing in front of. He looked like a different man. I moved closer to his desk so that I could inspect his face but there was nothing. No emotions on his face like he was void. "You wanted to talk to me or just stare at me?", I asked him as I dropped my hands to the side. He looked at me as his jaw ticked and he cracked his knuckles. Was I in trouble? "Now I don't think that is how you talk to your boss is it?", he asked me as he closed the documents that were on his desk. He has to be kidding me. Was there anyone who was watching us that he thought he had to keep the act of not being my husband? I loomed around the room and just as I had t
THIRD POV. Anna left the building fuming as she made her way to the coffee shop. Why wasn't she enough? That was the only question that was in her head. Vincenzo looked at his watch and it felt like time was at a standstill. He was tired and all he wanted was to just leave the office at the end of the day but Anna was not making it easy for him. She was always mad at something and he wondered most of the time what was wrong with her. He looked at her. She wasn't the type of woman that he would go for even on the day that he didn't have a penny to his name. She was attractive he couldn't deny that but it wasn't that just that. There were thousands of attractive women who wanted him. She behaved like a child when she was a grown-up. All she could think about was what Vincenzo was doing and who he was doing. It didn't matter though because their marriage wasn't your everyday marriage. If he could go back in the world wish that he never offered her that contract. He wanted her woma
For a moment she never stopped to think what she was doing to herself . She was just damaging herself for someone who did not care for her at all.At some point she came to the realization that maybe the reason it was not working out was because she had wanted it so much .He was not his knight in shining armor though . He was just a damaged man in her life who only cared about himself and the sooner she came to that realization the better .As she stared outside the window if her room she took in a deep breath and wondered how time few by so fast . It was already a year since she had gotten married to Vincenzo and things couldn't be any worse than they were .She left her room and made her way to Vincenzo's office . She knocked and waited for him to answer until the reply finally came ."Come on in ",he said .She opened the door and let herself in . She saw less of him as he was always locked up in his office or busy with work trips .It was not that she wanted to see him all the t
ANNA'S POV.Sometimes it's funny when people think that you are stupid but fail to realize that you're just a kid .I look back at the things that I did before now and am disgusted by myself . How could I do that to myself .I thought I was a strong woman but I really wasn't I was just a stupid kid who thought things were supposed to be perfect .I walked inside the building with coffee at hand . Everyone was looking at me and I couldn't quite know what made me look at me . Maybe it was because I looked like a goddess or the fact that my heals left clicking sound everytime I walked .Either way I really didn't care they could stare all they wanted . I woke up in a much better mood this morning and I was looking forward to the day .I reached the elevator and saw Vincenzo coming my way and I didn't k ow if I wanted him to ride the same elevator up with me but it really didn't matter because I looked up and he was standing in front of me ."Hello ",he says as he presses the elevator ."
VANESSA'S POV. The silence in the car as we drove over to Austin's house did not bother me. I did not know how I was even going to tell him. I was pregnant.I didn't know how he was going to react. I knew what my choices were but they were not what I wanted. I had never been in such a position before so I had no idea what to do. I had never even thought I would get pregnant, to begin with. I had turned into what I had hated. I had turned into my mum and I hated that discovery. It wasn't like she wasn't a good person or a good mum, she was just sad. She had spent all her life being a mum and I did not want to be her.We were her everything it was as if her life revolved around us. We were all she knew and I sometimes wondered what would have happened if she had never gotten pregnant with me.I always wondered what her life was like in another lifetime. Did she get to pursue her dreams and get everything she always wanted?Was she happy?What did she even look like? My father was th
VANESSA'S POV "Positive "A world that could be so much, good and bad. I still hadn't wrapped my head around it. I stood there like a zombie. I could see the blondie's mouth moving but I could not hear anything she was saying.I felt like I was caged and I couldn't breathe. My vision was starting to get hazy and my legs weaker as I stared at the test that was clutched in her hand.It couldn't be true there was no way it was true.It couldn't be positive maybe she had read it all wrong. I could feel the world closing in on me.I wasn't even crying anymore I just stood there in shock as someone who had found out someone had died."Vanessa ", she said tapping me and I turned to look at her. It was only then that I allowed the tears to flow."It can't be true ", I said amid tears."Baby it's true ", she said as I sat down on her bathroom floor. I didn't care if it was clean or dirty I just wanted to sit down before my legs gave up. It can't be. I couldn't have just ruined my life like t
Tick ...tock.I had a raging headache and I was all to blame. My body hurt and I wondered if I had gotten into a fight. I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. Why would anyone open their windows after a night out?Wait where was I?I opened my eyes this time round I did not care if they stung. I was not at my place and neither was I at either of my friend's places.I could feel a body beside me and I was scared. What had I done?Did I come home with someone?"Calm down it's me ", an unfamiliar voice said and I wondered why they would. think I know them.I turned around to come face-to-face with her. Her blonde hair was even prettier when it was in a messy bun. Her button nose sat perfectly on her pretty face."What am I doing here ?", I asked her as I sat up. "Sleeping, what does it look like you're doing ", she said scoffing. "I meant what am I doing at your place why am I not at my house ?", I asked her.I had no recollection of the night before. Everything was a blur a
VANESSA'S POV. A MONTH LATER.It had been a month since it had happened and I was starting to be happy again. I had gotten out of my depressive episode. I was going back to school and I was finally starting to make friends, life couldn't be any better. I rarely thought about him. He had forgotten me and I was trying to forget him. I did not miss him, I just missed some. moments we had.I had seen him around but he was ignoring me the same way I was avoiding him, not that I wanted to talk to him.My friend never mentioned him and no one ever asked what led to our separation they were just glad it had ended.As I stared at myself in the mirror I smiled at myself. There was no way I was going to let a stupid boy make me sad.He had started dating the blonde girl and was walking around with her just like a trophy.He had not even waited for a day to go out with her after we had ended things, showing how much he had loved me.I had lost so much weight in the month that I did not even r
VANESSA'S POV. "You're not being fair you know ", he said and I was taken back a little."Please tell me how am not being fair 'cause I would honestly love to know ', I said."I loved you and you knew that. You are just here talking about all the bad things I ever did what about the good things? Didn't they mean anything to you ?", he asked me."I didn't say you didn't do anything good. Just because you loved me doesn't mean I felt loved by you. Most of the time I felt unlovable, you even told me once during an argument I would never find anyone who loved me the way you did ", I said to Uim and he looked like he was shocked."You loved me in your language or another girl's version. Just because whoever you were with before me preferred things a certain way doesn't mean that is what I like too ", I said to him.Were all boys dumb?I couldn't believe there was a time when I had wanted a family with him. I had seen myself with him for years with kids and being happy in love. Maybe it wa
THIRD POVThe truck outside told him what he already knew. Scarface was in the house. He hated the days when they got to see each other. One could think that he hated his brother but for some reason, Scarface hated Raul more than anyone he had ever encountered in his life including the people he worked with.He forced a smile as he opened the door to the house and he could hear lively chatter from the kitchen and wondered who was in there.He saw Scarface in the living room and there were seconds of silence as the two brothers stared at each other as they both waited for one of them to break the ice.Raul could not blame his brother for hating him."Hello I didn't know how you were coming around ", Scarface said as he shifted from the place he was sitting and his face scrunched in pain.Raul could not even start to say sorry or tell. he knew he knew how he felt cause he didn't. Every time Scarface saw Raul he wanted to rip him apart. There was nothing in this world that Raul could
The smile on her face did not match what she was feeling on the inside. There was a fire inside her that was burning. She could feel everything in her collapsing but she couldn't let people see her like that.She couldn't be weak. She was a woman. If she cried she was going to be branded like a weak person. She hadn't gone through everything that she had gone through just to be called weak.She smiled.Smiled and pretended that everything was going okay cause what was she going to do?Was she supposed to sit in bed and cry herself to sleep? That was like giving up and there was no way she was allowing herself to fall into that cycle.She waited to have that longing to go back to Vincenzo but it was but there. She felt nothing for him.It wasn't hate and neither was it live She was just dining and for some reason that made her sad. He was someone that she had planned her future with. Someone that she had wanted to start a future together with. To have a family with. As she said this
I always wondered what it felt like to have everything you ever wanted. What it felt like growing up in an environment where you were loved.It was an environment where you were allowed to be a kid and do what other kids did. I never had that and maybe that's why I felt like there was something in me that was broken.I had wanted that life too. I wanted to have a mom and dad that loved each other not ones that wanted to kill each other.Was it fair?Was it fair that I was put in that situation as a child? Sometimes I sat down and thought to myself and said maybe she didn't know.She didn't know that any of those things were going to happen but that did not excuse her.Was I being mean for blaming her for putting us in such a situation?I know people said things like it's their first time being a mom or a parent but weren't parents supposed to protect their children?She didn't and every waking day it was all I could think of. The things that I could have avoided if she had fallen in l
Some people are born sad. There's no reason as to why they are like that it just happened. They bruise easily and cry easily. Raul was that kind of person.There was a reason why he was the way he was. He was closed and people found him to be exciting at all.It was hard to be a chirpy person when you didn't even have a childhood.To him, he was still the sad little bit that he was while growing up.I think that it's best if everyone had their childhood while growing up. A childhood where they could play with people their age and not worry about how things were going to be at home that evening.Running around with friends chasing the sunset as if that was the last day they were going to see the sunset.It was so sad not to have that. I wish every child could be able to have that freedom as a child. Not them to have to worry if they had something to eat at home.No matter how much people tried to blame their parents for everything they did, maybe they were also clueless.They were pare