THIRD PERSON'S POV He woke up and gave a lazy smile the moment he saw her. She looked so beautiful laying beside him. In that moment, he realized there was probably nothing he couldn't do for the woman. She just completed him. He hadn't woken up, feeling so refreshed in weeks. Not wanting to wake her up, he carefully stood from the bed and made his way into the bathroom. Due to the fact that he had spent the night at his cousin's, he was left with no other choice but to use his wife's skincare products. He particular loved her shampoo, so it wasn't much of a bother. Immediately he was done having his bath, he dabbed his body dry and stepped out of the bathroom. Bella was still very much asleep, so he put on his clothes and checked his phone to know what the time said. It was already 9am! Had they slept in that long? Without thinking further, he made his way out of the room and headed towards the living room. "Good morning Aunt Mia." He greeted his aunt, who was curled up on t
MANUEL'S POV After Bianca and Bella left for the hospital, Alexander and I got busy playing snooker. It was funny how two grown up CEOs decided to just stay at home and wait for their wives to return. Midway through our games, a notification popped on my phone and I looked at it to see that it was from Massimo. I quickly opened it, and it read; 'Good morning Don. This may be a false news, but I think we are being trailed.' "Fuck!" I gritted out Immediately I read the message. Not again. This had been my fear all along! They weren't even out for long, yet this was happening. "What's the matter?" Alexander quickly asked, making me release a frustrated sigh. "It's Massimo." I informed, dropping the snooker stick I had been holding in annoyance. "He thinks they are being trailed." Just then, I sent him a message, asking him to share his location. "What?!" Alexander yelled in shock, dropping his stick as well. Before I could blink, he had pulled out his phone and placed a c
MANUEL'S POV "Manuel, I'm carrying your child." She said. I blinked for a couple of seconds, unsure of how I was actually feeling at that moment. The fact that she had neither stuttered, nor blinked her eyes in fear, was more than enough to let me know all was not well. "That has got to be a sick joke!" I yelled, not able to help the negative way I felt about her words. How was that even possible??! 'How isn't it possible'? Oh God! This was definitely not the right time for my subconscious to act smart. "You sure know that I wouldn't come all the way, just to tell a lie and leave." She shrugged, that annoying smile spreading over her face once more. Right then, all I could think of was Bianca, and my hand reflexly tightened around hers. Oh God. What the hell had I gotten myself into? When Bianca squeezed my hand in support seconds later, I feared my knees would give out in relief. Thank goodness! She definitely didn't believe this crap that Francesca was speaking. "Why do y
BIANCA'S POV "Oh my fucking God!" He released a loud sigh as his head fell back to the bed. His chest heaved high and low as he tried to regulate his breathing. 'That was one interesting session', my subconscious said, and I couldn't help but agree. I felt so satisfied from the joy of pleasuring him to his own satisfaction. I stood from my kneeling position with a little sting of pain in my knee cap, but it wasn't something too serious. Hopping onto the bed to join his presumed tired figure, I was suprised when he reached out and pulled me to himself. "Babe." He muttered, sniffing my neck and dropping wet kisses along the slender curve of it. Oh God. "Manuel... we can't, remember?" I muttered. "Who said we have to?" He giggled like a boy, making me smile. What was he up to.... or rather, down to, now? He kept going lower and that was when I realized what he wanted to do, regardless of the fact that it had been my move just moments ago. "Manuel, no." I whispered with gr
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
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
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
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