"How many times must I visit you Liam?" my mother asks, her legs crossed, hair slicked to the side, and her red bottoms visible.She means business."Till you're tired and give up," I say uninterested, hoping she'd leave."You fucked up your date with Odette, the diplomat is furious," she expresses."He can hop on a plane back to France then, I'm sure there are many monsieurs glad to take her hand," the only way to play against Mother is to beat her at her sass game.It's impossible, but I must try."LIAM MICHAEL CARUSO!" She thunders."I have real work to do, and you're interrupting me Ma," I tell her."I, your mother am not satisfied with the way you've been living lately.""And, what do you mean by that?" I ask, knowing the answer."Liam. Why can't you understand that I only want the best for you? You'll realize it when you start seeing the benefits. A good partner…wife, will open the right doors for you and give you more influence," she sighs."Emma is a good wife," I reply"Oh he
I've been nowhere but home and in the hospital for the past three days, and that doesn't stop these guards Liam stationed. I thought we were past this.I also have texts I haven't from Natasha, and a few missed calls too, she cares more than I expect her to, but now I'm confused.I retrieve my father's diary from my wardrobe, where I had stashed it earlier, maybe here are some things I might have missed out.I run my fingers over his signature on the front page, 'Damien Conte', what kind of man was he truly?He described my uncle, Matteo as a fun older brother, someone he respects and looks up to, someone he wants to make proud, most of the diary mentions Matteo, but the rest just describes some days, nothing special, and some entries talk about Mom, but I'm not sure I want to read those, I don't want a detailed expression of their…intimate life.And then, I saw my name, the only time my father ever wrote about me, he spoke of my hair.He said:"Her soft curls remind me of my mother,
I can't get up from my bed, my head spins, why?I have to leave soon, now in fact. My mouth tastes bitter and I fear a fever coming in, nothing I haven't endured before.But with every attempt I make to stand up, I fall back on my bed, my head is throbbing, and my eyes are watery.Fuck.I try to close my eyes, maybe I just need a little more sleep, but sleep fails me.I pop a few of my pills in my mouth, gulping it down with some water, it helps me sleep a bit.I feel my eyes getting heavy, and soon, it gets dark, I know I'm about to welcome the same nightmare.But this time, she's here…"Emma?" I call.Her hair is down in cascading waves, they shape her face, and her dark brown eyes look down at me worriedly. But, why am I on the floor? Why is the sun…? The sun…I try to block it with my hands, the light is blinding."Liam!" she comes over to me, blocking the light source, I smile with relief."Emma, what am I…? What's going on?" I ask, trying to reach her face.No matter how far I s
He's so stubborn, I hate him.Yes, I said it. I thought I was past this hate stage, but it's back, ten times worse.I hate how he makes me worry about him, how he tells me not to worry about him, how he confuses me, how he touched me, how his voice is enough to…Emma! Focus.He hasn't been home in two days, he ignored the doctor's and my instructions to rest and take some days off work.He just left early and hasn't been back since then, now he's taking trips without informing anyone?I bite my thumb anxiously, well if it isn't Liam reviving my old nervous coping habit.I haven't called him, I've been taking his advice seriously, and I'm not about to break my streak.He hasn't traveled for this long since…Capetown, and, that was because of me. Is he still on the continent?Wait, why am I assuming he's traveled? I'm not his real wife anyway, I'm not entitled to his updates, or information about his whereabouts either.He's probably getting his dick wet, there's no way he'd be celibate
This deja vu scene is the last thing I need now.But Mother can't harm Emma here, especially in front of Adelina."I won't have you disrespect my wife," this is intolerable, truly."Welcome son," she greets, ignoring what I just said. "Your cook has mediocre skills."I clench my fist and release it to calm myself. I just had a very long flight, an impromptu one.I just came from a ten-hour-long flight, I've barely slept in the last 48 hours, and now this? I'm showing no ounce of patience.Why did I hire those stupid guards? They can't even do their job properly? So what if she's my mother? I make a mental note to fire them later and blacklist the security company and make sure no one ever hires their incompetent asses again.This is my house, I have a thousand reasons to be furious."Then go eat at your house, stop bothering us," that was the nicest response I could find.Both Emma and Adelina look at me wide-eyed, I ignore their reaction. I look away from Emma, mostly because I can f
I touched myself that night. I couldn't get his touch out of my head, off my skin, the way he knew where to touch, how to make me hump.How he just went from yelling in each other's faces to…our faces in each other.But Adelina saw us, she looked surprised, she's mature enough but she probably didn't expect that from us. Yes, dear, people can hate each other's guts so much, yet desire each other so.Or, that's the case for me I presume.Now I'm seated on the sand, drawing letters and characters on the sand with a stick, and yet, our heated night is the only thing running through my mind.Liam is home today, taking his rest seriously I guess, not that I care, or should care. I pretended not to notice him walking towards me and shut my eyes, inhaling the evening breeze.It's been almost a week since that night and we're back to the way we were before, not talking much to each other like he wasn't about to rail me some nights back.He's so good at pretending, and now, I'm learning from h
I don't know what made Emma change her mind. She decided to come with me, I gave her my card for some last-minute shopping.And now, we're on our way to Bora Bora, and I like how she's starting to look excited. She peeks over the airplane window in excitement, marveling at the sight.Soon, we land and she doesn't look tired at all."You should get your rest, we'll meet again for dinner by seven," I say to her."Yes, great idea. In our 'separate' rooms I presume?" She hints, referring to our last encounter when we last traveled."Yeah, of course." I made sure I settled that properly this time.She nods, "Great! Just show me to my room first."I nod and do that, she doesn't wait for me to say goodbye before shutting the door in my face.Of course, I couldn't sleep, but I had to show up for dinner. Not only did I promise Emma, that some familiar faces would be here, so, if I'm around, the least I should do is show up for tonight's dinner.After taking a shower, some painkillers for my he
I'm glad Liam took me out of there, even though I tried my best not to show my discomfort.I heard what Serena said, every single word, she wasn't loud, but loud enough for me to hear. No matter how much I pretended I wasn't affected, my hands still shook, and my breath hitched, I wished Liam was the one seated by my side and not Marco, he looked uninterested in what was happening to me.On a normal day, I would've put Serena in her place, but today, I feel weak, and inferior, surrounding by these upper-class people, unable to breathe, wondering how expensive even their perfume is, how it felt like everyone was staring, wondering: 'Who is she?'.Liam has been quite attentive tonight, even when he draped his jacket over me once he noticed I got a chill.I must be quite affected because it's not even the slightest bit cold. Tonight, it's 27 degrees Celsius, the coldest it could get here, and I'm having a chill."Sorry about that," Liam mutters.I freeze. I wasn't expecting that, but I'l
I glance at the clock and my heart starts racing. I'm late."Okay, stop fussing!" I scold my bridesmaids, but I can't help the nervous laugh that escapes my lips as Gia fluffs my veil for the third time. Natasha is running around, making sure every single detail is perfect, while Odette is already dressed and helping the makeup artist add the final touches to my lips.And then there's Rob. He's pacing back and forth, muttering under his breath, "You're going to be late for your wedding, Emma. Of course, you are. I knew it. I knew this would happen!""Rob," I groan, rolling my eyes. "You're not helping!"He stops pacing and dramatically places his hands on his hips, his eyes full of fake indignation. "Excuse me, darling. Who has been by your side through every single dress fitting, cake tasting, and meltdown?"I chuckled despite myself, the tension easing just a little. "I love you, Rob.""Yeah, yeah, yeah," he mutters, coming over to adjust my gown. "But seriously, we need to get movi
The darkness is heavy, but slowly, painfully, it starts to lift. I feel a strange tug in my chest, and I'm aware of the beeping sounds, the sterile scent of the hospital filling the air around me. My eyes flutter open, and the brightness of the room stings my vision. It takes a few moments for everything to come into focus.Where… where am I?"Liam?" A soft voice calls out to me, and when I blink again, I see Lilian, Emma's mother, standing by my bedside, her eyes wet with tears. "Oh my God, you're awake."I try to speak, but my throat feels like it's on fire. Instead, I groan, my hand instinctively reaching out to grasp hers. Lilian smiles through her tears, gently squeezing my hand."You've been in a coma, sweetheart," she says softly. "For a while now. But don't worry, you're okay. You're going to be okay." Her smile wavers for a moment before she adds, "Emma… she's at the station with your mother, confronting Serena. But she's fine. She's been by your side every day."My mind race
The silence in the room is deafening. Isabella stands before us, her posture rigid, her hands clasped together tightly as if she's holding on to a secret too heavy to bear. My mom and I sit across from her, the tension thick between us, suffocating."There's something you both need to know," Isabella begins, her voice wavering slightly. I glance at my mom, who looks pale, her fingers tightly gripping the arms of the chair. "I've held onto this for years, but it's time you hear the truth. About Enzo."At the mention of my father's name, my heart skips a beat. I feel my stomach churn as I wait for her to continue. Isabella takes a deep breath, then says the words that make my world tilt off its axis."I knew him."The words hang in the air like a weight, pressing down on me. My mom's face pales even more, her lips trembling as she absorbs the shock of the revelation. Isabella presses on, her eyes filled with a mixture of shame and regret."Enzo and I… we had an affair."The room goes co
The beeping of the heart monitor is the first thing I hear, steady and rhythmic, pulling me from the darkness that has consumed me. My body feels heavy like I'm being held down by invisible weights, and there's a dull ache spreading across my chest and limbs. The sterile smell of the hospital fills my nostrils, and it takes a moment for me to remember where I am.I blinked, squinting against the harsh fluorescent light above, trying to make sense of my surroundings. As my vision clears, I notice my mom, slumped over in a chair next to me, her head resting on her crossed arms, fast asleep. Her face looks worn, more tired than I've ever seen her.I try to sit up, but a sharp pain shoots through my ribs, forcing me to wince. The memories hit me all at once—the truck, the crash, Liam's bloodied face. Panic rises in my chest, and I gasp, "Liam."My voice is weak, barely more than a croak, but it's enough to wake my mom. Her head snaps up, her eyes widening as she sees me. "Emma!" she cries
We're curled up on the couch, the flicker of the fireplace casting warm shadows on the walls. Liam has been quiet all evening, his usual playful mood replaced by a somberness I haven't seen before. I know something's wrong. The weight of his silence presses down on me, but I don't want to push him, not yet.Eventually, he breaks the silence."Emma," he says quietly, his voice strained. His eyes are red and teary, and my heart aches just seeing him like this. "We need to talk."I sit up, my chest tightening. "Liam, what's going on? You're scaring me."He doesn't look at me, his gaze fixed on the fire. His hands tremble, and I gently place mine over his, trying to calm him, to let him know I'm here, whatever it is."I'm a monster," he whispers, his voice breaking. "I've done terrible things, Emma. Things I can't undo."I freeze, my heart hammering in my chest. "Liam, what are you talking about? You're not a monster."He shakes his head, his eyes squeezed shut as if the memories are too
I lean back in my office chair, glancing out of the large windows that overlook the city humming with life. It's been a perfect week, just me and Emma, no distractions, no obligations. We've spent our days exploring the city, enjoying quiet dinners by candlelight, and getting lost in each other's company. For the first time in a long while, I felt completely at peace.But now, it's back to reality. Back to work. And as much as I hate to admit it, the tension in the air is thick. I've barely been at my desk for half an hour when my mother storms into the office, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floors. Right behind her, Serena follows with a face full of barely contained rage. Great. Just the pair I didn't want to see today."Liam!" my mother snaps, her voice slicing through the silence of the room. "We need to talk."I sit up, bracing myself. I knew this was coming. Ever since Emma returned, I've been waiting for the inevitable confrontation. My mother never approved of E
I step off the plane, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. It's been months since I last set foot in Italy, and the anticipation of seeing Liam again has my stomach in knots. He thinks I'm arriving tomorrow, but I can't wait. My internship is officially over, and now I'm here, ready to surprise him.Odette is waiting for me just outside baggage claim, her signature oversized sunglasses perched on her head, and a wide grin stretching across her face. Beside her, Natasha and Gia are waving excitedly, their energy contagious. The second I step through the doors, I'm swept into a whirlwind of hugs, laughter, and excited chatter."Girl, you look amazing!" Gia says, her eyes sparkling as she gives me a once-over. "Internship did wonders for you.""I agree," Natasha adds, her arm looped through mine as we start walking toward the car. "Liam is going to lose his mind when he sees you."Odette, always the ringleader of the group, claps her hands together. "Alright, ladies. Time to make
The phone rings, and Emma's name lights up the screen. My heart skips a beat. I pick up, trying to keep my voice steady, but as soon as I hear her voice, soft and warm, I feel a smile tugging at my lips."Hey," she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice too. "I just got the flowers. A hundred roses, Liam? Really?"I chuckle, leaning back in my chair. "Too much?""No," she says quickly, a slight laugh in her tone. "It was perfect. You know, everyone at work is completely jealous. Rob hasn't stopped squealing since they arrived.""I'm glad you liked them," I say, feeling the tension in my chest loosen a little. "I wasn't sure if a hundred was over the top, but... I needed you to know how serious I am.""I know," she says softly. "And I love them. They're beautiful."There's a pause, a comfortable silence settling between us. I close my eyes, just listening to her breathe on the other end of the line. Even through the phone, the connection between us feels so strong, so real. It's h
Monday hits me like a freight train. After a long, emotionally charged weekend, the idea of being back at work feels surreal. I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of me, barely registering the flurry of emails that have piled up in my inbox. My body is here, but my mind is still somewhere else—somewhere between the memory of Liam's arms wrapped around me and the question that's been gnawing at me since we parted: 'Should I go with him?'Italy. Home. The idea stirs something deep inside me. I miss it—the warm cobblestone streets, the smell of my mom's hair, the laughter of my friends. But this internship is my dream. It's everything I've worked for, and it's not over yet. This is my life now. But, God, it's hard not to wonder what it would be like to be with Liam every day, no distance, no uncertainties. Just us."Okay, spill."Rob's voice breaks through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. He's leaning against my desk, arms crossed, his eyes alight wi