* Moglie: Wife * Caro Marito: Dear Husband * Infedeltà: Infidelity
JOYCE'S POV"Mommy! Take me with you." Raphael screamed with his little voice.Thank goodness his fever had broken late last night and now he seemed to be his happy cheery self once again. He had been gentle and cooperative since he woke up this morning but when I mentioned leaving for work, he started throwing tantrums. There was no way I would take him to the office. What would I tell Adrian? Besides, there was no way I would do that. Rafael bore an uncanny resemblance to Adrian. I patted his head slowly "Don't worry. Christie will be here with you""But it's you I want Mama," he pouted his lips"I promise I'll be back early to spend time with you," I said trying to sound convincingHe wiped his tears with the back of his hands, sniffling as he fought to keep the snot from dripping from his nose. "Pinky promise.""Yes, my darling. Pinky promise" We joined our little fingers together. "Now let's have our breakfast before it gets cold. I don't want to be late for work""Woah! Chocolat
Adrian's POVWhen I saw her by the office entrance that morning, I did what felt natural—or at least, what I thought would feel natural. I ignored her. I walked right past without a word, not even a glance. It was almost mechanical, like a defense mechanism I couldn’t explain. But the moment I did it, I felt that familiar, unsettling pull again, tightening my chest.I didn’t understand it. There was no reason for me to feel... whatever this was. I know it wasn’t an attraction. It wasn’t even dislike. It was just there, like something lurking just below the surface every time I was around her. She… this was the reason why I had declined going to the casino with Miguel. It didn’t feel right. And it was starting to get under my skin. Later, when I asked her to come along to the meeting, she hesitated, probably surprised—hell, who wouldn't? But she agreed, and as soon as she did, I felt a strange sense of relief and regret.Why didn't I say anything about the ride she rejected? Or maybe
Madrileno's POV"Haha.. that whore couldn't even wait till morning."I laughed hard and scrambled out of bed. I must say, I enjoyed my time with her last night however I had no intentions of carrying out her request; that was unless she did something more...exciting. I had intended to tell her that this morning but she didn't wait. Well, that leaves it till she comes next time.I wore my pants and walked out of the room only to be met by my right-hand man waiting by the doorstep."What do you want, Barrio? Isn't it too early for you to follow me around?" I queried feeling a bit irritated."I'm sorry, boss. I just wanted to make sure you were okay," Barrio replied, his face etched with worry which made me burst into laughter. What was he thinking? That Natalia had done something to me?I patted his shoulders and looked him in the eye. "Once bitten, twice shy my friend. There is no way I'm taking the bait again." I reassured him walking away."Buongiorno il capo dei capi," my boys greet
The nightclub was alive with music as I twirled and shook on the dance floor. Surrounding me were my closest friends who all came to my bachelorette party to celebrate with me. I would soon marry Gabriel Moreno, one of Madrid's most eligible bachelors and the dream of many women.In the middle of my twisting and twirling, rocking to the beat of the DJ, I felt my phone buzz in my purse. At first, I ignored it, I mean I wanted to have fun but the buzzing didn't stop and curiosity got the better of me.I pulled it out and saw a message from a private number:Head to Gabriel's house immediately! There's something you must see urgently!I was confused. Who would send such a cryptic message on my bachelorette’s night? And why would they ask me to check out Gabriel's house? He would certainly be at his bachelor's party so what exactly was going on?“I'll just ignore it.” I dropped the phone back in my purse and continued dancing. However, the more I danced, the more unsettled my mind was. I k
Adrian’s POV The chips were piled high in front of me as I puffed my smoke. Surrounding me were a bevy of women, clinging to me, laughing at my jokes, and cheering me on as I played. If only they knew I didn't fancy them. To me, they were just whores, nothing more.I glanced at my cards and then back at the other players. The dealer dealt the final card and I brought my hand to my chin, considering my next move.“All in,” I said, my confident smile didn't ever falter as I pushed my entire stack of chips onto the center of the table. The other players hesitated and I could tell that they were unsure if they should match my bet or fold.“Are you sure about this Adrian?” one of the girls, a heavily made-up blonde whispered in my ears.“Yes, I'm sure and get your mouth away from my ears.” I retorted, pushing her lips away from my ear. “I need to concentrate and your breath stinks too.”The blonde girl flushed in embarrassment and the other girls laughed at her, pointing fingers and maki
Joyce's POV“What the hell?!” I cursed out loud and woke up feeling very disoriented. My head felt like it was slammed by a ceramic baseball bat continuously and my entire body ached. Blinking my eyes, my vision cleared a bit and I saw the white paint of the room I had woken up in.“My room is not painted white,” I muttered to myself, feeling confused and trying my best to remember how I got here, but my mind was a foggy mess. “What the hell?” I realized I was naked as I moved to sit up. I never fell asleep naked so what the hell was happening? I felt a sharp pain in between my legs and suddenly fragments of memories from last night resurfaced.Gabriel and Natalia’s betrayal, the casino, the endless booze, and then the hazy image of a handsome man in an expensive three-piece suit came to mind. He was tall and lean with wild blonde hair and stormy gray eyes. “Adrian,” I whispered, remembering his name when he introduced himself to me at the bar. My cheeks burned in embarrassment
Gabriel's POVTwo years later “You are worthless!” I grabbed a vase from the side table and hurled it against the wall in fury. Natalia gasped in shock as she watched my meltdown.“What are you doing?!” She yelled.“Shut up! All this would have been avoided if you just gave me an heir.” I hissed, grabbing a glass cup and smashing it to the ground. “It’s been two years. Two fucking years and yet you can't give me an heir.”“How dare you, Gabriel!” Natalia’s eyes misted with tears which had zero effect on me. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I've been to the best doctors. Maybe, you’re the problem.”I felt my anger rising even more. Did she just insinuate I was impotent? Me?“Don't you dare turn this around!” I clenched my fists, trying my best not to lash out at her. “There's absolutely nothing wrong with me. You're the problem, you’re the one that's supposed to ensure the continuation of my legacy.”“What legacy are you talking about, Gabriel? You're just a scumbag who uses people lik
Joyce's POV“Coming!” I answered when the doorbell rang. I hurried to open it, expecting to see the babysitter, instead, it was the mailman with a few letters in his hands. “Good morning, Ms. Joyce,” He greeted as he handed the mail to me.“Thank you,” I replied with a wide smile and took the letters. “Have a lovely day!”“Same to you ma’am.” He responded and sped off on his bike. I sighed and stepped back into my modest apartment at La Latina. Inside, Rafael, my two-year-old kid was in the living room, surrounded by toys and making a mess like he usually does. “Mama, look!” He held up a stuffed dinosaur in the air. I laughed happily and set the mail on the counter. It’s been two years. Two whole years after my tragic break up with Gabriel and my unexpected pregnancy. At first, I was in denial and wanted nothing more than to have an abortion. I wasn’t ready to raise a child then especially when I didn't know the father but with the doctor’s persistent pleas, I was convinced and