Ashton…I was getting nervous the closer it got to six. My parents informed me this afternoon that Rosa’s parents agreed to come with them. I was a wrecking nerve while Rosa was happy. She missed her parents and couldn't wait to see them again. I can't blame her; it's been almost a year since she la
Ashton…The next morning...Mattia and I went outside to sit in the garden. He wanted to get to know me a little better since the others were still sleeping. I decided to let Rosa sleep in since we went to bed late last night. And when I walked into the kitchen, Mattia was already there, making him
Thomas…I was reading the file my men brought me and I was shocked as I stared at the evidence in my hand. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. Or maybe I am just shocked to believe that they would do something like this. My mind traveled to Adrian and his son.The same question popped up in my mi
Rosa…It’s been four days since my parents arrived and things couldn't have gone better. My parents and siblings love Ashton and his family. My father was mad when he learned about Armando and what he and Serenity had done. Luckily, Ashton had reassured him that he was working on the case with the h
Ashton…We did groceries in silence. I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that those two are involved in everything that is happening. The only thing that keeps me from killing all of them is Rosa. I want to propose to her but I don't know if the timing is perfect. On the other hand, it's t
Ashton…Rosa and I sat on the couch waiting for her parents and my grandparents to arrive. I felt nervous because all of this was our fault and I wouldn't blame her parents if they didn't want her to be with me.Once everyone was seated, I took Rosa’s hand and looked at her with a small smile. “Uncl
Allegra…I felt bad for the way we judged Ashton before he could finish explaining. After everyone left and did their own thing I decided to go and talk to Ashton. He was a good man after all.“What are you thinking about?” My dearest husband asked as we sat outside on one of the benches.“Oh, you k
Ashton…“What else do we know?” Uncle Michael asked as we sat in Nonno’s home office. My father had called him to ask if he could help us track down Willow and Kylie.Bella joined us as she was now part of his business.“According to Uncle Thomas, Armando had been drinking a lot these past few month