MANUEL'S POV I left home without seeing Bianca because I had a very important meeting to attend. When I got to the office, Julia was already there, and she let me know that Francesca had already been here earlier. It sounded really weird to me because I thought she'd never show face around me anymore, considering the way things had ended the last time she was here. Couldn't she just get the point that we could no longer be together? I had been so worried when Bianca had walked in on us the other day. I didn't know why, but I just wanted to thoroughly assure her that nothing went on between Francesca and I. I was so relieved when she had accepted my explanation and further went on to give me great pleasure. It was at that moment I realized I wasn't ready to ever let go of her. She was mine. "The note left by miss Francesca is on your work desk sir." Julia supplied, to which I nodded. Indeed, I saw the note on my desk when I walked in, but I really wasn't in the mood to open it ye
MANUEL'S POV I woke up to an empty bed, yet dark room. That was weird. Whenever Bianca woke up before me, she always put the lights on. I sighed in mental exhaustion as I thought about the possibility of speaking with her this morning. A lot of things had influenced me, not being able to speak with her and let her know the truth about what she saw yesterday. Irregardless of the fact that I was drugged, I did sleep with Francesca and I guess that was were most of my guilt came from. Also, after hearing Bianca talk about her feelings for me, it felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. For the life of me, I never thought possible that the man Bianca had spoken about on the island was me. It was me! Oh, how she would have felt when I suggested that Francesca and I raised our unborn child together, after she bore it. I was such a pathetic and unfeeling fool. I don't know why the new information that Bianca loved me, made me feel extremely lucky and special. So it wasn't even Anthonio? Ne
MANUEL'S POV We both locked eyes for a couple of seconds, before he pulled his eyes away and made his way towards me. "Oh no! Tesoro!" His wife called out to him, but he seemed to have exceeded his limit on patience. He closed the space between us with a huge blow to my face. The only thing that resounded in my ears was a question Bianca had asked me on the island five months ago. 'Have you met my papa?' I have met him now, and he is tougher than I expected. "Owww!!!" I yelled out in pain, very much shocked that the man had indeed lifted his hands on me. What the fuck! The entire left side of my face was burning hot. "That is for breaking my daughter's heart!" He yelled out, before landing yet another punch on the other side of my face. Goodness gracious. "And that is for making her disappear for a second time." "Christ! Tesoro!" Bianca's mom ran towards him and pulled his larger arms. "Stop it already! You're hurting the poor boy." She sighed. Me? A boy?! I was a full g
BIANCA'S POV "Hello my darling." I heard Nonno's voice behind me, making me tear my eyes away from the beautiful scenery. This garden had been my place of solitude for days now. I came here everyday, praying to God that this pain and burden in the form of anger, got lifted from my heart. I felt so miserable and hurt. It had already been 6 days since I left home, and had still not gotten over the pain of his betrayal. I knew he didn't love me, but didn't we agree to remain faithful in our marriage? Or did he say all of that to me, just so I would open my legs to him? "Good afternoon Nonno." I forced a smile on my face as I turned to look at him. The moment he looked at me, his face fell. "Bianca, when you're hurting, I'm hurting as well." "I really want to get it off my chest, but it's just not working." I sighed. "I don't expect you to so easily forget the fact that your husband cheated on you, my dear. But then, you have not spoken to anyone in days. Your friend and par
BIANCA'S POV I was still asleep, but the sweet feeling I kept getting down there slowly pulled me out of my slumber. God, why was it feeling sooo good when I wasn't doing anything? Was I horny in my drean or what? I was already awake, right? My hand immediately reached down there, but instead of touching my pussy, I was touching hairs, then... a head? I needed no one to tell me what was going on at the moment. My eyes fluttered open, and I looked down to see Manuel literally eating my pussy. "Oh God!" I released a moan as his tongue continued to flicker against my clit. His lips were actually french kissing my vulva, and that action made me want to faint from excess pleasure. How was it possible that it could feel this good? Was this how good he felt when I sucked him the other time? He looked up at me, our eyes locking, while his tongue continued to give me sweet pleasure. I couldn't even hold his eyes long enough, before placing my head back on the pillow and closing my eye
MANUEL'S POV "What?" She whispered in disbelief. "Yeah. That was the reason I had always hated him. Anthonio had let his jealousy make him do something as wrong as that." "That's truly sad." "It was. Not just for me, but for the entire family. It took days for Nonno to get resuscitated. When he finally came around, I hadn't been around the hospital premises. So you can imagine my shock, when I returned to find everyone looking brighter, and telling me that Nonno requested to see me." I sighed. This was the part of my story that I always dreaded. Whenever I thought about it, I felt cold shivers all over my body. "My father patted me on the shoulder and encouraged me to go in. He muttered into my ear to remain quiet and not breakdown, no matter what Nonno said to me. When I got into the room, the first thing that happened shocked me to no end." "What happened?" She was very curious to know what. "He threw a glass vase at me." I muttered, blinking my eyes a couple of time
MANUEL'S POV "What a delight!" Nonno chuckled the moment he sighted us coming towards the garden. Instantly, I developed cold feets, but Bianca was quick to hold my hand. "It's fine." She smiled at me and I nodded like a robot. It was indeed fine. This was what I was supposed to do. I definitely couldn't leave Sicily without patching things up with my grandfather. "Good afternoon Nonno." Bianca waved before detangling our hands nad making her way towards where he sat. The moment she got to him, she bent down for a hug. "Hello my sweet." He grinned, then looked up at me. "For a moment, I was wondering if all my favourite people were gonna do was...." He trailed off, realizing he just referred to me as a part of his favourite people. That was clearly a slip. He glanced at me quickly, before his eyes fell on Bianca again. "So when are you both leaving?" He asked. Instead of Bianca to answer his question, she pulled away from his embrace and walked up to me. "When are we leavi
BIANCA'S POV The moment we got to Milan, I instantly missed being at Nonno's mansion in Sicily. "I miss there too." Manuel muttered beside me, and I released a lazy smile in agreement. It was the way he had the ability to always read my mind, that got to me the most. "Do you have an idea when Nonno is returning to Milan?" "You think he would tell me when he didn't let you know?" He chuckled in disbelief. "He said nothing to me." "Really? That means the gold empire project would be put on a hold until he returns." "I doubt." He shrugged. "Nonno doesn't neccessary have to be present for activities to continue. Moreover, this is the part of the project where he isn't really needed much. It's the human resource manager that has to work more now." "Hmmm." I nodded, but couldn't help the unsettling feeling in my stomach. "Are you sure it was best we left him all on his own?" "Biancaaa..." Manuel chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "You have really grown so used to ta