Dickhead.Look at him, all smug and confident-filled, looking as expression-less as ever, fuck him.He’s not looking like someone who had me confined to this big house like I’m some sort of prisoner, when my only crime is marrying a Caruso for money I urgently need.I hate how he still manages to look so fine when I’m writhing with anger and confusion from my insides out. I can barely contain my frustration and he’s here…teasing me.The least he could do is be ugly, at least my hatred couldn’t be confused as lust at times, but the cherry on top of the cake, is, he is not.He’s freakishly handsome, dark hair, and the most manly man I’ve ever set eyes on. He possesses the true charisma of an Italian man, plus the ego, and now this 6 foot 4 man is towering over me, I can’t handle this.“We need to talk.” I say and turn away from him to catch my breath. I sit on the sofa and rub my forehead. I have to find the most calm way to ask my questions.Why is your family entangled with my missing
I clear my throat, regain my pose and look her squarely.“Good morning Mrs Caruso. It’s nice to finally meet you.” I greet, it’s best to not pretend like I don’t know who she is.I extend my hand for a handshake, she eyes it suspiciously, clutches her purse and relaxes on her seat.Well, that was awkward. I withdraw my hand and wipe it awkwardly on my gown. Once again, I am terribly dressed making it even harder to make a good expression.Shit.“I must give it to my son, he may have mentioned when he purchased this…” she starts eyeing the room “…place. But, it’s hard to keep up with his new location, he keeps running away like I’m some sort of monster.” she cackles.I smile nervously.“So, this is where he kept you. Hmm. Well, sit darling, I am in your home after all.” she sneers sarcastically.I nod and take the seat opposite her, it’s hard to avert her piercing gaze.She stares and eyes me quietly for an awkward while before asking “Are you in love with my son?”Well mother Mary!“C
I hear scrambling as I’m about to leave. What’s all the fuss about?I move to the room where the noise is coming from, it appears to be the same room Emma walked into.Oh no, what a nightmare.Serena’s fist is in Emma’s hair, as Emma’s is in hers. They’re both scrambling at each other, tears stream down Emma’s face, she’s confused, angry and hurt.The place is a scene, Serena screaming obscene words at Emma, the staff are trying to break them up.“What is happening here?!” I finally say.They all stop to look at me, Serena is furious, I’m surprised she’s here and that she knows Emma is, and that she also knows I’m married to her, unless…That explains the smug look on Mother’s face earlier, she probably had us tailed and informed Serena, her own way of ‘not getting her hands dirty’.“You.” Serena starts, she gets up and walks to me. “How could you?” she fake sobs.Pity tears, I get them a lot. I don’t have the energy for this this morning.“Let’s talk in private, Serena.”“You know he
I’ve been in this house for a week without leaving. I stare at my father’s diary, trying to decide what to do with the new information I’ve just found.I just read a significant entry, my father mentioned my uncle and a fallout regarding a ‘deal’ made earlier.It can’t be nothing, this deal is so crucial that it leads to my father falling out with his brother, and luckily for me, his name was revealed.Matteo Conti, my uncle. He shouldn’t be so hard to find right? How many Matteo Contis could there be in this city?I pace back and forth in my room, how do I find him?Wait, social media. Yes, yes, yes.I plop on my bed and pull out my laptop, Facebook.The social media app for their generation.I search ‘Matteo Conti’, many names pop up. Well, fuck.I spend the next minutes looking at their profiles, one was a high school kid, one a gay rights activist, another an 80 year old man with only a picture of his wife and dog posted, I found that cute. One was a young professor, another seeme
Emma isn’t back yet. I came home early today expecting to meet her, but she isn’t here.Hmm.I told the security to alert me when she gets back as I remain in my study. I wonder what’s keeping her out this late. Is she safe?I can’t risk her getting exposed to the media, or worse, what if Mother or Serena did something?Why do I care this much? Of course, I should. It’s natural to care about someone’s safety as a normal human being with empathy. After all, she’s my wife. If anything were to happen to her, that means I’ve lost the battle against Mother, and I have broken the promise I made to Emma.Well, I’m not a loser and I always keep my promises. So, yes, as a good businessman, concern is my top priority.My phone rings, it’s the security.“She’s heading into the house now,” he says.I end the call and head to the stairs immediately.She sees me and attempts to walk past me, but I grab her arm.She looks at my hand on her arm first, then to me, and back to my hand. Her defiant look
Is Liam Caruso…jealous?No way, impossible.I try to avoid the incoming gazes as a result of his loud enough declaration mere seconds ago.My hair is packed in a braided bun, leaving my neck and shoulder exposed, the mask hides most of my face, but my bodily features are here for them to see."Who is she?" I gather from the countless whispers.My breathing rises, and the panic attacks I usually used to get are back, I thought I had gotten rid of them.I place my hand on my chest and nervously look around, they're all wearing masks but I can feel their cold stares, judging, inquisitive."Are you okay miss…Mrs. Caruso?" Marco asks and places his hands on my shoulders, in an attempt to soothe me. I can feel the sarcastic bite in his tone, mocking me.They're all mocking me, watching me, judging me, they see me as… oh my God.Emma calm down, breathe in breathe out.I fling Marco's hands off and walk out, I need fresh air.I need to be alone, away from their prying eyes.I make my way to a
It's been some minutes since Emma walked out and Marco went after her. I should not be as bothered as I am, but I am.Of all people she had to be with, it's that fucker, with his smug face, always thinking he's better than me."Liam." a familiar voice drawls.It's Amber Luciano, wife to the former Chief-of-The-Defence staff, Admiral Giuseppe Luciano. A British musician with distant cousins in the royal family.Her husband is forty years older than her, but his fortune and name could last her three centuries.She clutched her husband's arm but called my name seductively, a strategy I was used to.Young girls marrying men old enough to be their grandfather for money and seeking out younger, attractive men to be their sex toys, Amber pulls the same tricks at every event.She's annoyingly persistent."Ah, Admiral." I nod in respect to her husband. "Amber, good evening."Her green eyes darken as she sweeps over my look, her eyes remind me of a snake eyeing its prey. Ironically, she wore th
I never expected this from Liam, and he looks proud.Marco stands from the ground and wipes his lip but he doesn't look like he wants to land another blow.He spits out blood, nods to me, and walks out, leaving Liam and I alone.That was very respectable of him, even though he probably did it to wound Liam's ego.After a moment of silence, Liam doesn't look at me nor does he utter a word.I say nothing to him either and head out as well, there's nothing worth saying anyway.That night back home, I stared at Tasha's number, unsure if I should call now, if I did, what could I say?After a while of pacing up and down, practicing scenarios, and seriously contemplating, I dial the number, and if she doesn't pick up after the third ring, I'll hang up.She picks up after the second ring."Hello?" she says."Hi, Natasha, it's me, Emma."Silence."Text me," she says and hangs up.I feel so stupid for not thinking of texting her first.Oh Emma, you big big idiot.I send her the first message:E