BIANCA'S POV "Stop looking Bibi." Laura whispered to me, but I couldn't help it. I was suprised whenever I had the opportunity to look at him. Suprised at how sad he always looked these days. Most of all, suprised about his actual feelings towards Laura. "Christ! Bibi that's embarrassing." Laura whispered once more and I rolled my eyes. "For God's sake, he doesn't even notice I'm looking. He's so caught up in his thoughts, that he doesn't." "Hmmm." Laura mumbled, looking at the meal in front of her. It had been a month since she had stopped working under Ricardo and so far, she had given the man such a tough time. Initially, I was very pleased she was finally standing up to him and putting him in his place, until he had asked to privately speak with me yesterday, and I reluctantly agreed. It's safe to say that after our conversation, my heart melted a bit. I wasn't commending him for all the wrong things he had done to Laura, but then, I could clearly see the love for her
MANUEL'S POV "I have to drop the call now. I have a meeting with Francesca's father this afternoon." "Hmmm." I was sure he had a silly smile on his face. "First meeting with your father in law to be. Must be nice." He muttered, and I sighed. Alexander never really had the opportunity to meet Bella's parents. She was an orphan when they met and hence, they proceeded with the wedding without her family or parents present. "We are her family now." I said, but he remained silent. "Are you okay?" "Yes, I am. I'm just worried that when she puts to birth, she would be sad like she was on our wedding day. But just as you said, we are her family now." "Yeah." "Yes. So enjoy your meeting with Francisco Ferrari, while I enjoy mine with Nonno." "Yeah, that reminds me. I would try to pay him a visit before he returns to Sicily." "Yeah, you should. I'm using the opportunity to introduce him to Bianca." Bianca. I hadn't seen her ever since we got back to Milan. Sometimes I think
LAURA'S POV The moment I was done dressing up, I waved at Madame Beatriz and was about to leave when she held my hand. "Are you sure?" She mouthed, looking worried. I forced a smile and nodded, before turning and walking out of my room. I had gotten to Ricardo's apartment about 20 minutes later, and was about pressing the door bell for the fifth time. Just before I could press on it, the door opened and I saw him standing so unsteadily. He looked pale and dazed. Seeing him in that moment, all my anger flew out the window. I was instantly worried for him. "Ricardo!" I quickly walked inside and closed the door behind me. Before I could reach out and hold his arm, he had fallen into one of the sofas in the living room. I walked closer to hold his hand, but was shocked at how high his temperature was. "Christ! Ricardo!" I quickly flung my handbag to another sofa and tried to assist him up. "Hold on to me." I ordered, and he lifted his arms with so much unease. He was really sick.
1 MONTH LATER BIANCA'S POV "Emilio!!" I giggled in disbelief. This old man was such a clown. "For real my dear!" He grinned. "She had been yelling in my face, but the only thing I could think about was how beautiful she was, and how I must make her the mother of my children. Oh, my Rosa. She was so calm, but extremely spirited when provoked." He chuckled, looking into nowhere in particular as he reminisced his time together with his late wife. "I really do miss her." He muttered, and I sighed. I could only imagine the pains he went through. Being so old and not having your companion anymore. Amara and Mila were very much still alive. We always talked as much as we could, but I still missed them dearly. "I know how you feel. I guess what hurts the most is the fact that you'll never be able to see her again." I held his hand in mine and he smiled warmly at me. "Bianca, I never knew that the day would come, until you stepped in here a month ago. When I saw you, I saw Rosa.
BIANCA'S POV I had wandered around the streets, confused and desperate to want to be woken from this nightmare. How had my life become this way? I saw a bench by the roadside and decided to sit down, after walking for so long. I sat and started thinking about my plight again. What was I going to do? Who was I going to talk to? I was so scared. What was I going to do now? I started crying again, but quickly cleaned my tears when a call came in through my phone. I felt my heart fall to the pit of my stomach the moment I saw it was my boyfriend. God! What was I going to do now? I wanted to decline the call, but I willed myself to answer it. Taking in deep breathe as the cool breeze of the night kissed my wet cheeks, I tapped on the green icon. "Hey baby. How are you?" "H..hey." I muttered. "Babe? Are you okay? Where are you? I can hear a lot of noise there." "I'm on my way home." I whispered tiredly. Tired from thinking and crying the whole day. "At this time? It's almos
MANUEL'S POV "Babe!! You haven't told me what you think about the pictures I sent to you." Francesca whined at the other end of the line, making me roll my eyes. This was my problem with her. What did she think I was going to think about women's clothing? She was supposed have dinner with my family tomorrow. It was going to be her second official visit to my family, after the successful meeting with her father 2 months back. I could tell that the man wasn't so pleased about the relationship between his daughter and myself, but he clearly couldn't call it off. I guess Francesca may have had some sort of face off with him, after all. "Francesca..." I sighed. "The dress is beautiful." I said, not wanting to get on her bad side so early in the morning. Though I was being sincere. I really thought the dress was nice. "But you know it isn't." "Then why did you ask for my opinion?" I asked in exasperation. Christ! I was slowly going crazy by the day. "Because I wanted to hear th
MANUEL'S POV As Massimo broke down the door, I was worried for a moment. I hoped she wasn't going to be hurt. When I walked in after my men to see her fine and unscathed, I released a breathe. This was the first time I was seeing her after months, and I couldn't really explain how I felt. Angry? Disappointed? Lowkey excited? Whatever it was, I knew the predominant feeling was anger. She looked to be on the phone with someone before we had come in, because the person on the line was still talking and probably asking if she was okay. Bianca just looked at the phone in silence, without saying a word in response. "Bianca." I muttered. "Manuel." She replied, avoiding any form of eye contact with me. "What do you want?" "What I want?" I chuckled humourlessly, playing with my beards. "If you came breaking into my house just to stroke your beards, then you might as well leave." She spat, making my anger rise all the more. So even after seeing me, she failed to let me know what was
BIANCA'S POV He didn't want my boyfriend fathering his child. Those were the only words that kept ringing in my brain even after he left the room. I nestled my head in between my knees as I thought about how nerve racking it was all gonna be in a matter of days. Did Manuel know that the boyfriend in question was none other than his cousin? Finally getting the opportunity to think of Anthonio, I began crying. Through out the time Manuel had been around, I tried not to let a single tear drop. It wasn't because I didn't feel worried or scared, it was because I didn't want to look weak before him. Before them all. Manuel came from an extremely powerful family. Once they realized I was scared and weak, they'd leverage on that to snatch what mattered most to me. My child. What bothered me the most was hearing Manuel say he had taken me, under the instructions of his Nonno. God! Their grandpa was already involved in this matter? This wasn't good for me. Now that Manuel had literally pul