Roman's POVI stared at my mum with my mouth hanging open in shock."So I'm dead." I reiterated, and mum shook her head with a sigh."No, honey. You are not dead yet but if you keep staying with us, it is a matter of time before you fully join us here." She explained."So you guys are dead then." I said."You hit the nail right on the head." Rachel nodded."Wait, do you know what happened to me? Was I in a sort of accident or something? Why can't I remember anything?" I rambled out."You were shot by a psychopathic bitch." Rachel chipped in."Language, princess. Language." Dad chided her."What? I may not be alive but if I were to be, I'd punch the bitch in the guts. How dare she do this to my brother?" Rachel spat angrily."Don't listen to her, Roman. You can't remember anything because that is how the universe works. When you are in this world, you won't remember anything from that world and vice versa." Mum explained, and I nodded."So what is going to happen to me now? How do I go
Sofie's POVI couldn't believe it.No. I'd never believe it.He was probably traumatized by everything that happened to him, so his memory wasn't that good at the moment.Yes, that was it. That was the only logical explanation for whatever was happening."I'm really sorry I can't seem to remember you, ma'am." Roman began. I stopped sobbing and just stared at him.He gazed blankly at me, and my heart broke again for the umpteenth time that day.Those eyes that used to hold so much love and adoration for me were now staring at me in confusion, as if I was a stranger.Those lips that used to call me all sorts of endearing pet names now called me 'ma'am.'"C-Can you remember anything else?" I asked, cleaving onto the last bit of hope in my heart."Like the name of your company, your grandmother and your close friend." I added.To my utter despair, he nodded and started counting them off his fingers. "Giovanni group of companies. My grandmother's name is Benedicta, and my close friend's n
Roman's POV"It's good to see that you've finally accepted defeat. You will never be able to beat me, Sofie. Not in this life or the next. You will always be a wretched lowlife."That was the reel of insults I woke up to.I slowly blinked my eyes open, only for me to see the strange woman–Sofie kneeling on the floor with her hands clasped to her chest as she wept."You better go back to wherever your stupid self came from, because you are not, and will never be needed here." The voice from earlier said again.I knew who that voice belonged to. I would always be able to decipher that obnoxiously loud and chirpy voice even in a room filled with thousands of women.Lana. A voice in my mind unhelpfully supplied as she finally came within my vision."Looks like he's starting to wake up." She said, leaning over to stroke my forehead.Sofie also stood up and stood on the other side of the bed, watching me silently."What are you doing here, Lana?" I asked, as she smiled down at me.The last
Sofie's POV"Or should we just forgo cooking dinner tonight? For some reason, I have a craving for pasta today. Should we order from the new Italian restaurant across the street? That's it, I'm ordering." Amy's voice drifted into my ears as I blankly stared at the moving figures on the television screen.Somehow, I blurred her voice out instead of giving her a reply which earned me a shoulder smack from her."What did you do that for?" I winced, rubbing my shoulder."To bring you back to the world. What are you thinking so deeply about? I've beeno asking for your opinion on what to eat for dinner and you've just been staring into space. What's wrong? Are you feeling pains anywhere?" She asked, her voice softening as she eyed me."Yes." I nodded."Where?""Here." I pointed to my heart."Oh, Sofie." She muttered, and hugged me."I love you but you reek of potato chips, and it's making me nauseous." I said, barely managing to suppress my tears.Whenever she hugged me, I always felt so vu
Roman’s POV I watched with ire boiling inside me as Lana walked into the room with a smile plastered to her face."Hi, babe." Her voice wafted into my ears, and I scoffed in annoyance as I picked up a book from the nightstand, and decided to pretend I was reading it.I was not in the mood to argue with her at that moment.For an unknown reason, I felt emptier that day. And everything seemed to irk me.I hadn't seen Sofie for the past three days. I couldn't make out why her absence seemed to be affecting me so much."Aren't you even going to acknowledge my presence?" She whined, placing the gift bag in her hold on the nightstand."What are you here for?" I asked, without steering my concentration from the book."I came to apologize for how I acted the last time I was here. I'm sorry, Roman." She pouted, staring at me.I huffed. "Since you're done apologizing, you may leave.""I have a fashion show in Paris in two weeks, so I'd have to leave New York soon. " She revealed, crossing her
Sofie’s POV "Isn't that Sofie Diaz, the stinky lowlife Roman Giovanni is engaged to?" "Oh my goodness! You're right, she's the one. Funny enough I've seen her in one of my anatomy classes before. We take a few classes together and I never knew she was the one. That's so crazy!" "How else could she have been able to afford a private college?" "Yeah, I never thought of that."Those were the taunting words I heard as I retrieved my textbooks from my locker.The conversation was among three girls, who were standing idly beside an open locker behind me.I had noticed them glaring at me at the cafeteria earlier that afternoon but I paid them no attention because they certainly didn't deserve it.I took a sharp inhale to control my ire and decided to ignore them. I had no idea who they were anyway.The only person I knew in the whole school was Katie, and she had moved to London during the period I was held captive by Lana.After I woke up in the hospital, I had switched on my phone to f
Roman's POV"How come Nana hasn't come to see me yet?" I asked Damien as he cut up some apples for me. He halted, placed the half sliced apple, and knife on the plate before exchanging glances with Nathan. Nathan had come to visit me earlier with some of my staff, but my staff had already left. "I noticed something. Each time I ask you about her, you stylishly change the subject. Did something happen to her?" I darted Damien an accusatory stare. I had asked him about my grandmother the first time he came to visit me after I regained consciousness, but somehow, he managed to change the topic to the rising stocks of my company. Back then, I didn't really pay any attention to it. But when I asked him the question again a few days ago, he excused himself from the conversation and claimed he had to take an emergency call, even though his phone hadn't rang in my presence. "Is she dead?" I whispered, feeling a lump of bile clog my throat. "She's not." He replied, and I heaved a deep
Sofie's POV"Is there anything I can help you with?" Amy asked, from where she was perched on the kitchen island.I stared at the freshly rolled cinnamon roll on the baking sheet, and shook my head. "No. It's alright, I can manage."She nodded in response as she threw some popcorn into her mouth. "You know we could have ordered in some cinnamon rolls instead of you stressing yourself."I rolled my eyes. "It's been three weeks since I had home-made food, Amy and it's the baby craving for it, not me."Amy raised her hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry for asking."I just scoffed before placing the cinnamon rolls into the preheated oven."By the way, you still haven't told me about how your lunch date with Damien went yesterday." I said, taking a seat beside her on the kitchen island.She blushed and I huffed in amusement.The effect Damien had on her was crazy. Her lips instantly curved into a coy smile as she fiddled with her fingers. "It wasn't a date, Sofie. We just went o
Roman's POV "Happy birthday, Nonna." I beamed up at my grandmother, as I watched her waddle downstairs with the aid of her walking stick. Today was her ninetieth birthday, and it also coincided with the wedding anniversary of my late parents. We had decided to celebrate in a big way to mark the successful completion of Nana's chemotherapy treatment after three whole years, and also the miraculous stoppage of the cancer metastasis. If someone had told twenty five year old me that I'd eventually learn to stop avoiding any event related to my parents, I'd have scoffed at them. I had also gotten the courage to visit my parents' graves a week ago, for the first time since I became an adult. The last time I visited them was more than a decade ago; on the day before I was to travel to boarding school in London. Back then, Nana had told me that I needed their blessing before taking any big step in life. But somehow, I had managed to put off visiting them before Sofie and I got married
Sofie's POVMy erect nipples were instantly in his face, begging for his touch, and sensual ministrations.He scooped up my boobs with a powerful hand, fondled them like stress balls, before capturing a nipple in his mouth while swiftly sliding the lingerie down my feet.Withdrawing from the kiss, he littered kisses down my stomach, along my stretch marks, and the thin, jagged surgical scar at the center specifically."Thank you." He whispered, gazing up at me.Forking my hands through his tendrils of dark hair, I beamed at him. "You're welcome."Then, he reached downward to my throbbing garden of horniness, and placed a thumb against my quivering entrance which yearned for nothing more than his cock."You're so beautiful everywhere." He whispered again before pressing a kiss to my core.Slowly and meticulously, he pried my folds apart, lapped at them like an ice cream cone before sliding his tongue inside me.Roman knew every part of me like the back of his palm; he knew my core, he
Sofie's POVI took a deep breath as I stared at my reflection in the mirror."What is going on in there, Sofie? Do you need my help?" Roman's voice wafted in from the other room.After inhaling shakily for the umpteenth time, I answered, "N-No. I'm fine. I'll be out in a few.""Alright.""Yes." I whispered to myself, as I ran my hands over my body.Over the black one-piece lingerie I had on to be exact.I had no idea what sort of spirit had possessed me to bring the wanton piece of clothing on our honeymoon.We were currently honeymooning at a private resort on a secluded island in Santorini. Regret and uncertainty filled me as I glanced at the stretch marks at the sides of my stomach.I looked so ugly and fat in the lingerie.Although I had worked hard, and literally spent up to six months in the gym after I gave birth, my body had still not gone back to what it used to look like prior to me getting pregnantAnd that made it hard for me to feel comfortable naked, whenever Roman and
Roman's POV"They are here." Damien whispered into my ear, and I instantly whipped my head around so fast, I almost dislocated my neck.We were both standing at the altar, waiting for my beautiful bride to arrive."It's happening." I said, and he squeezed my shoulder in reassurance."And it will be fine. Everything will go well." He said, his voice tinged with conviction."I hope so." "Let me go get her. I'll be right back with your wife in a few." He winked, and clapped my shoulder before trekking out of the garden.My eyes met with Nana's elated ones, and she darted me a smile as she gently stroked her chest, as if to calm my livid nerves."You'll be fine, figlio." She mouthed, and I nodded, mirroring her smile.My heart hammered against my chest in a mix of nervousness, and excitement as the bridal entrance song played, and the onlookers stood up to watch Sofie enter the venue.Ethan was the first to waddle in which drew out loud cheers and laughters from the guests, as they all a
Sofie's POV "Are you done?" I asked the make-up artist as she began to put the beauty supplies away."Yes, Ma'am." She nodded, to which I sighed in relief before staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror.The realization that today was the day Roman and I would legally become one forever, felt real at that moment, and it caused tears to pool in my eyes.I sighed, and managed to blink my tears away before it smeared the make-up artist's hard work.I had no idea why I was crying on such a beautiful day."Oh, babe." Amy's voice wafted into my ears before I felt her hands on my shoulder. "Tears of joy, huh?"She was my matron of honor, just like how I had been her maid of honor at her own wedding.Amy had gotten married to Damien three months ago, after they had both dated for a year, in an intimate ceremony which had just their family, and close friends in attendance.Sniffling, I managed to nod in affirmation.Amy just smiled at me through the mirror. "I can understand because I fe
Roman’s POV Anxiety coursed through my bloodstream, as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. It was finally our wedding day. I was supposed to be the calm, and laid-back person between the both of us, but the panic clogging my throat begged to differ. My bowtie suddenly felt too tight for my liking while my hands felt cold yet clammy at the same time. Heaving a deep sigh to calm my tense nerves, I glanced down at the time, before sipping cold air through my teeth. We were currently in one of my bequeathed mansions in California. The wedding was going to take place at a garden nearby, which was dedicated to my parents' memory. It had also been a day since I last saw Sofie, and three hours since I last saw Ethan. Nana had mentioned something about it being bad luck if I saw my fiancée on the night before our wedding. Of course, I didn't believe in superstitions like that but I knew better than to argue with her. "You can do this, Roman. There's no need to fret over your we
Sofie’s POV A YEAR LATER"What do you think of this place?" Roman asked, as we strolled into a building inside The Eiffel tower.Yeah, you read it right.We were at the le jules verne restaurant, which was situated in the super-imposing, historical structure.I had graduated from college a week ago, and Roman had brought me to Paris for a vacation.It was the first time since I gave birth that I was away from Marcus, and I badly missed my son.I knew he would definitely be well looked after by his great-grandmother, and her staff, but a feeling akin to guilt still tugged at my heart.Earlier that day, Roman had even facetimed his grandmother at my request, so I could see him, but it still didn't feel enough in the slightest.I guessed that was what motherhood did to someone.You are never really at peace, if your child isn't with you."Cara mia, are you okay?" Roman asked, pulling out a chair from beneath the table.I faked a smile, "I'm alright, babe. Why do you ask?""You've been s
Roman’s POV "Tell Damon Alvarez to get the required documents ready before our next meeting." I said into my phone, as I paced my study."Alright, sir. I will convey your message to his secretary immediately. Have a nice day, sir." Nathan replied, from the other end.Afterward, I ended the call.A knock came on the door, just as I was to continue reviewing the pile of documents on my desk.One of my staff walked in, and bowed. "Lunch is ready, sir. Would you like me to bring your meal here?"I shook my head in negation, as I set the documents aside, and made for the door."Where is Sofie?" I asked, as I made my way to the dining room."Ma'am Sofie is waiting downstairs, sir."I just hummed in response, as I ambled down the flight of stairs.My lips automatically gave way for a wide grin, on seeing Sofie.She was already sat at this dining table, and was leisurely refolding the napkins."Have you been waiting too long, cara mia?" I asked, pressing a kiss to her forehead, before crouch
Sofie’s POV "Are you sure you have everything with you? Have you checked your bag properly? We don't want you forgetting anything important." Roman said, as we walked to the garage. I huffed, as I zipped my bag close. "Yes, Roman. I have. This is the fifth time I'm rechecking my bag now." Today was my appointment date, and initially, I had thought I was going to be the more nervous between the both of us. But Roman had proven me wrong with how paranoid, and jumpy he had been since the day began. It was the first time he was following me to an appointment, since he was discharged from the hospital, five weeks ago. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he gazed down at me, and said. "I guess I'm just being paranoid over this appointment. The last time I felt like this was when I had to take college entrance examination." My face dissolved in a soft smile, before I tiptoed to pull him into a warm hug. "You'll be fine," I muttered. "It's just an examination to ascertain our baby's