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BIANCA'S POV Travel ban. That was the last thing we had talked about before he disappeared on me, leaving me alone in this big island. For 7 days, I had been here with just a few men and Eleanor. Turns out Eleanor was actually a sweet lady. She was the one who had managed to save me from the boredom that would have consumed me. I had not come on the island with my phone or any gadgets, so I didn't have any idea what was going on outside the island. According to Manuel, the travel ban was supposed to be for just a week, then I'd be able to go home. I had not stopped asking myself why it had to be now of all times. Why so suddenly was a ban implemented, restricting people from coming in and going out of Russia? Manuel had explained that reasons were due to infiltration of some enemy forces into the country. All I knew was that I missed my parents and wanted to be with them. I had never imagined I would miss work so much, but now I did. I missed my boss as well. Atleast, I'm sure Man
MANUEL'S POV True to my words, I stayed back on the island with her. So far, we had spent 5 days together and even if we didn't normally get to see each other during the day, we never missed our walks together at night. It was like an unspoken pact. It wasn't like we talked so much during these walks, but it just felt nice having a partner to accompany you while reveling in the beauty of nature. But tonight was going to be different. It seemed our nightly walks were going to be put on a hold. I had actually been at Alexa's place during the week I was away. Probably realizing I had decided to remain on the island, Alexa came to camp there with us for some days. So far, she had spent days 4 days on the island with us, before declaring her plans to leave tomorrow. According to her, she had pressing work she had to return to. Seeing as it was her last day to stay with us, we decided to do something fun. We planned to light a campfire and play games tonight. It was a really unusual
BIANCA'S POV I know you'd be wondering why I asked if I could drink. Well, like I said, I had made peace with the fact that Manuel could never be mine, especially after he had promised to set up a date between myself and his cousin; Francisco. The best I could do was just love him from afar. Atleast, I was glad that I had the opportunity to go on these walks with him every night. I always returned to my room with a wide smile. It only made me realize that I was indeed in love with a man that was way above my league. The fact that spending time with him during our silent walks every night was enough to make my day, only proved that I actually had genuine feelings for him. So kissing him now wasn't such a good idea. It would only make me end up wanting him more. Something that would never happen. And did I have to add that he'd be my first kiss if I let him?! On a normal day, I would have been thrilled that my first kiss was a man I liked. But now, I realized the heartbreak would be a
MANUEL'S POV It was unexpected. This was all crazy. What the fuck had I done? She was a bloody virgin!! How could I be her first?!! I looked over at her naked body snuggled into mine in the middle of the morning, and that was when the whole daze cleared off my eyes. What the hell had I done? This was... this was a mistake. Horrible mistake! Fuck! I carefully detangled her naked body from mine, and stood up from the floor. I looked around for my clothing and I saw them piece by piece, lying at different angles of the hut. Last night had been crazy, no doubt. With a sigh, I made for my clothes and put them on. Where was my phone now? Looking towards the table where the candle cup that had almost burned out sat, I saw my phone just beside it. 4:47am. It was already close to dawn. I made to walk out of the hut, but found it difficult to move my limbs. Fuck! My eyes directed its way back to her sleeping figure, and I felt that pang in my chest. Christ! I hated being in such comprom
BIANCA'S POV When I said I had a boyfriend? Trust me, that was a lie. A really big lie that was needed in order to dodge the slap of being rejected by him. Yes, I'd rather be in a delusional relationship, than to let Manuel tell me that he was sorry he couldn't be in a relationship with me. That would have been quite the embarrassment for me. "Don't take what happened between us both too personal. I was only angry because being my by side the night after I lost my innocence to you, was the simplest gesture you would have given. I felt stupid for letting you take something as important as that from me, without the slightest feeling of gratitude. But since you have explained what really happened, we're cool." I said. "We are?" He asked in suprise, and it only made me dramatically roll my eyes. I was right after all. He never really wanted to date me. Look how his expression gave off excitement, at hearing me say we were cool. "That's.... that's nice. Thank you Bianca. I'm glad
BIANCA'S POV I quickly increased my pace and caught up with him. We both walked a reasonable distance in silence. It was a comfortable silence. That was the way our nightly walks normally were, so it didn't bother me in anyway. I was much more suprised when he tried to strike a conversation. "So you are the only child of your parents?" "No, I'm not." I replied. "We are two. My elder sister is Amara. She got married and relocated to Florence with her husband a few years back. They have a daughter now. Anneliese." "Nice." He muttered. The silence ensued between us again. This time it felt awkward. Maybe, I had been thrilled that for some reason, he was interested in knowing more about me. Maybe I was wrong. After a few minutes, he spoke up again. "I hope you do not mind me asking?" "Shoot." I rushed out, already happy he was asking me yet another question that was most probably about myself. "Uhhmm..... yesterday, while on the call with your parents, I heard you crying
MANUEL'S POV She looked upset as she walked away. Why did she make it seem like.....? I don't even know how to explain what went through my mind, but God knows that I was very willing to get into a relationship with her, but she quickly turned me down before I could even say a word. Why did she suddenly make it seem like what all men wanted was the fun, without having to be accountable after the fun? More so, what if the lady in question was keen on chasing her own satisfaction as well? As Bianca walked away, I refrained from calling her back. I was only going to alert Phillippe and Eleanor to our presence. Quietly, I made my way back to the beach house. When I got to the beach house, I couldn't stop thinking about the story Bianca had told about her cousin. On a normal day I could care less, but today, I hoped that the poor boy and his aunt were found. I disliked the fact that it worried Bianca. And I disliked the fact that I cared so much about what worried her. It was so ann
BIANCA'S POV I was extremely excited the moment I dropped the phone after the call with my parents. "Eleanor it's just two days left!" I screamed in excitement. I had not really realized how much I missed home until recently. I guess hearing that my sister and her family had come visiting, only me made want to go home already. "You seem so excited to leave. We wouldn't be seeing each other in a long while. We might never even see each other again." Eleanor muttered and immediately, my excitement tapered down a bit. It was true. I wasn't going to be seeing Eleanor again, neither was I going to have the opportunity to be within such close proximity as Manuel again. These past three weeks may have been crazy, but it wasn't so bad. "Heyyy..." I slumped my shoulders, feeling bad for being so excited. "You know I would miss you, right?" "I know." She sighed, a small smile making its way to her face. "But I understand you too. I know you would want to see your family. Come her
MANUEL'S POV I watched as she played in the soft sand, turning around so fast that I feared she was gonna get dizzy. Her hair shone so beautifully under the sun, making me want to run my hand through it. Oh, my wife was beautiful. I noticed she gently sat on the sand, but I couldn't really see her face. She was probably exhausted from all the fun. "Baby!!" She called out to me, signaling me with her hand, to come over to where she sat. I stood up from the soft sand where I had been lying on, and lazily walked up to her. My shirt was completely unbuttoned and my abs were pretty much on full display for her to see. I hoped she was going to see it though. The whole day, I had been trying to get her to notice me, but it didn't seem like she was. Instead she had been busy with the rest of my family, talking about God knows what. Now that she had come to this secluded part of the beach, I was hoping she'd noticed me and we could run into one of these beach houses for a quickie, but
MANUEL'S POV We came back from the hospital, and I found it difficult to smile. That witch doctor; Luigi, just ruined our plans. What did he mean by 'she is not in the right state to travel long distance'? "Baby stop frowning. I'm also not happy that our plans were spoilt." Bianca pouted. "So, we wouldn't be able to..." "Is that trip more important than my health?" She cut me off, and I shook my head in negation. "Exactly." She sighed. "We have to be more careful for the sake of our baby. After this baby is born, we would have many more weeks to elope together and spend some quality time alone. For now, we have to remain home with the rest of the family, taking care of this little angel." She pouted, rubbing her belly lazily. I released a sigh and nodded in agreement. She was right after all. Our baby came first. After I got discharged from the hospital, we decided to wait two more weeks for the shock of uncle Dante's death to get lighter, before we travel to Moscow. When
BIANCA'S POV We were all silent for the next couple of seconds, everyone looking at each other. What the fuck did we just hear? We heard it all, and I couldn't for the life of me, understand how one person could be so evil. This was outright wickedness! I looked at Francesca and her face was as blank as sheet. I wasn't suprised. The poor lady had been suffering in silence all these while. Meanwhile, the same man she called 'father', was responsible for her mother's death. How could a human being even have the heart to do such? To perpetrate such evil? "There is no time to waste!" Alexander suddenly called our attention. "The men I sent, would have probably gotten to the warehouse already. But as we can all see, there are more people we have to save. Please, we need to get to uncle Dante and his family right now." "Call him already." I rushed out, sweat breaking out on my forehead. "On it!" We all looked up to see Matteo and Tommaso by the doorstep. Tell me they had been he
MANUEL'S POV I blinked furiously as I came back to consciousness. I looked around the dark room and frowned. Where was I? The next minute, I tried to get up and walk, but nothing. Rather, no movement. Why the hell couldn't I move my body?! I wanted to talk, but realized I couldn't. Nothing was shutting my lips, I could feel it. So why then, couldn't I talk? Slowly, the events of earlier flooded my mind, and I found my anger intensifying. What the fuck was this about? Who had taken me, and what did they want? I continued trying to struggle in the dark room, but to no avail. I literally couldn't even move my muscles, I felt like a vegetable. Fuck! I was in deep shit, because that was when I realized what was going on with my body. I may have been shot a high dose of sedative, now I couldn't feel my body. The moment I realized what situation I found myself, I quit struggling and waited for whomever had taken me, to show up. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, waiting for th
BIANCA'S POV "Massimo." I muttered in disbelief. How??? How was all he just told me possible? I thought he... I never knew that the lady he talked about was Francesca. Oh, my world! I felt soooo sorry for him. How could a human being be so unfeeling and selfish? How could she think to keep Massimo's baby away from him and try to pin it on my own man?! I was literally going crazy here. "I know! I messed up and I'm sorry. But I couldn't keep it inside anymore. The guilt was eating me up, and after the attack on my life yesterday, I..." "Massimo, you are not guilty of anything!" I yelled out, hoping I would be able to put that deep into his senses. "You are not guilty!" I repeated. "You fell in love with a woman who doesn't value love or bond. For all we care, Manuel was no longer with her when you finally acted on your feelings for her, and that was only because she seduced you. And what is this attack you just spoke of? Massimo, is all well?" "How can all be well?" He looke
FRANCESCA'S POV 5 YEARS AGO "I miss you mom." I sighed deeply, my hands on the gravestone that had her name boldly encrusted on it. "I miss you so much, even if it's been so many years already. I feel so alone all the time, hoping someone would finally fill that space." I sighed hopefully. Maybe one day, I would finally have such a person in my life. That person who would never be okay seeing me shed a tear. That person who would always be there for me, no matter what. That person who would love me unconditionally. Seeing that I was already thinking far off, I sighed and gave an apology. "I'm sorry mom." I smiled. "I know that today is just supposed to be for us to spend quality time together. Here." I dropped the chrysanthemums on her gravestone. "I brought your favourite flowers, freshly picked by the florist just this morning. It's afternoon already, so it is not soooo fresh anymore." I chuckled at my own words. This felt lonely, but satisfying at the same time. I sighed and
MASSIMO'S POV I woke up so late in the morning, feeling extremely tired. There wasn't a doubt that the recent happenings had really drained a lot of strength from me. I hadn't even had the time to see Francesca lately. We last saw each other about a week ago, when she said she was going to be at her father's place for the next week. That simply meant seeing her was going to be much difficult. I groaned in frustration, realizing she was the first person I thought about after waking up. And it drove me crazy because, I couldn't even tell what we were doing! Our relationship wasn't defined and I didn't want to complain about the fact that she was showing me any form of commitment, because I was scared I would lose her completely. If being in this undefined relationship was what worked best for her, I'd try to work with it. But for how long? I didn't know how long I was gonna be able to keep hiding what we shared. I knew we both shared something, we were beginning connect with each o
THIRD PERSON'S POV He spotted her the moment she stepped out of the gigantic gates of the Ferrari mansion, walking towards his car in that skimpy skirt that didn't go lower than her mid thighs. The designers crop top she had been putting on, did little to hide the slender curves of her waist. He hated that other men had to see her this way as well, but could do nothing about it. He wasn't her fiancee, neither did he have any right to question her dress sense. He had been pretty much swallowed by his thoughts that he failed to realize when she had gotten to the car. Her tap on the window glass had pulled him back to the present. He quickly unlocked the car doors, making it possible for her to pull open the front passenger's seat and hop in. "Good afternoon Miss Francesca." He greeted. "Hello Massimo." She gave him a small smile that made his heart do a silly flip. He quickly pulled his eyes away from her and focused back on the road as he drove off. The Don had asked him to br
MANUEL'S POV "Don't goooo!!" She whined, making me smile. "I miss you alreadyyyy." My wife could be a big baby sometimes. "I would be back before you know it." I smiled. "Come here and give me a kiss." I walked closer to the bed and bent down for a kiss. She pouted in mock annoyance, before finally giving in and kissing me. While she kissed me, her hands snaked around my neck, holding me very close to her. We broke off the kiss and she still refused to let go. "Babe?" I muttered. "I need to leave now, don't want to keep my men waiting." "I'm sorry." She pulled away, looking a bit distraught. "I don't even know what is wrong with me. Crazy hormones." She sighed. "But I do not like the way you look. If you insist I should remain home, then I would." "No no no!" She rushed out. "Not at all. You don't need to do that. All you just have to do is go and come back to me in one piece. I'm just naturally worried because nowhere seems safe for us anymore, and my senses feel more he