Way to break the bubble, Cris 😒
She tenses and tries to pull away but I hold her in place. There's a beat of silence before she sighs and says, "I'm sorry for everything. I just wanted to escape from Padre so much that I was willing to do anything. I realized later that I could have asked for your help but I didn't want to depend on another man" "I wish you would have come to me, Marianna. I could have killed that asshole for you if you'd just asked" "You wanted to kill him anyway. Saying you would have done it for me is just your way of making me owe you. That was what I was trying to avoid. I'm not going to let myself fall into another man's control ever again" "No, I would have put aside my revenge and killed him for you without expecting anything in return" "Why?" she asks frowning "Nothing is free in this world. I know that more than anyone else. Why would you do that for me?" "Because you're mine to protect and I love you" She goes incredibly still for a few seconds before huffing, "Yeah right"
"I'm sorry but you must have mistaken me for someone else. My name is Marianna. If you're looking for Carina, my condolences then. She died a few days ago" I tell the woman who for some reason hasn't stopped smiling. "My dear, I think you've worn that skin for so long that you've forgotten who you truly are" "I think you should leave before I ask my men to drag you out" I snap because she's starting to piss me off. Who does she think she is to walk in here and start spouting nonsense? "You're still feisty as always. I'm glad to see just how strong and powerful you've become" "Who the fuck are you?" I ask pushing Cris's hands off me. I don't remember her saying her name and I don't think we've met before. "Up close you're really beautiful. You don't know how long I've waited to see you, to talk to you, and to touch you" She moves forward and lifts her hand towards me but I take a step back. Cris steps in front of me, blocking her view of me. "Marianna, do you know who this wo
Flashback I don't want to do this. With every step I take, I feel like my heart is breaking into a million tiny pieces. It's so unfair to me and to her. For the first time in my life, I hate my mother for choosing to be a stripper. Yes, it was her choice. She could have done anything, become anyone but she chose this damn profession. Growing up with someone like her, I had no choice but to follow in her footsteps. She didn't tell me that I could be a doctor or a lawyer or something else. All she did was teach me how to apply makeup, wear heels, and dress like a slut to attract men. We went from club to club because she was always trying to make more money by dancing for rich men. Now that I think about it, I remember how she enjoyed seducing them and how she'd be happy whenever they fell for her. Somehow she was happy with what she did. Me on the other hand, I can't say I was happy. Content, yes but happy? I've only ever been happy once in my life. The day I gave birth to my two lit
Everyone, from the staff to the Don's men were tired of the bickering, screams, the fights, and the mess. The only time those two stopped was when they were asleep or one of them was out of the house. Not even the Don's presence could get them to settle down. They'd go off in front of him despite knowing how explosive his anger was. Not that he cared. The girls could kill each other and he would ask for a glass of whiskey or brandy. Sometimes it was as if they were invisible to him. No one understood why he didn't bother separating them. Especially since one of them wasn't his biological daughter. Dara, who had worked in the mansion the longest, had told them how the Don neglected his oldest daughter from the moment she was born. He had been looking forward to having a son, you see but after he found out it was a girl, he'd lost interest. "I don't care what you do with her. Just make sure she grows up fast. I might have use for her later" he'd said. That meant, Marianna Lombardi gre
Looking at how my daughters ended up, I regret not fighting harder for them. Maybe if I had, I wouldn't be a stranger to Carina. It was years later when I first got the courage to go back to the orphanage. Fear of the Don finding out everything and killing my daughter made me stay away. I hadn't wanted to tip him off in case he got revenge on us for lying to him. But one day I couldn't take it anymore and went back to the place I'd left Carina. I wanted to see her, make sure she was fine and getting along with other kids. Since she'd grown up, I didn't know how she looked. After weeks of trying, I finally got a job as a cleaner only to find out she'd been adopted. The anger and fear I'd felt back then almost sent me to this mansion. The head of the orphanage wouldn't tell me who had adopted her. But she called him and the next day he was there, angry that I'd come back for our daughter even after he'd told me to stay away. I've spent half of my life hating him. For getting me pregnan
She looks like an angel when she's sleeping. I've been sitting here waiting for her to wake up so I could tell her what I found. I don't know how she's going to take it. The arrival of her mother hit her hard. Combined with the past few days, I'm not sure she'll be able to take any more shocks but she has to know this before anyone else. By anyone else I mean Giovanni. I see all the things he's doing to try and get Maria... Carina to trust him. Fuck, it's going to be hard to call her that. Even though I've known all along who she was, calling her Carina is just weird. She told me everything after I rescued her from one of the guys she'd tried to blackmail for Lombardi. I'm not sorry that asshole is dead by the way. I hope he rots in hell or wanders around and sees just how strong Carina is now. The guy she was trying to blackmail was Russian and Lombardi wanted to force him to do business together. That Russian prick wasn't scared of Lombardi. He stuck Carina in the basement saying t
A month. That's how long it took for me to finally break away from all that madness and finally have peace of mind. Giovanni wouldn't let me leave because things kept coming up. All of a sudden I was the busiest person on earth. Making sure shipments which were drugs and illegal firearms were sent out and arrived at their destination, having meetings with Padre's partners and assuring them that business would proceed as usual, and hiring more men to replace the ones that had died while attacking Cris's mansion. Goodness, the list was endless. On top of that, there was Marianna, her mother -because I can't bring myself to think of her as my mother- and Damiano. It turns out that Marianna and Damiano had come up with a plan to spy on me. She says she only wanted to know how I was but I don't believe her. To me she's still the same little witch who'd given me sleepless nights because I was afraid if I closed my eyes, she'd do something to me. I can't change my opinion of her just becaus
The past few weeks have been hectic. Trying to recover from the attack and keeping my business on top hasn't been easy. I had to use a bit of money from my personal account to compensate for the merchandise Mari took from me. Alone, it wouldn't have mattered but put together with the money Fausto stole from me, things weren't looking too good. Luckily I had Nev by my side and even though he's been mad at me for dating his kidnapper, he helped me with everything I needed. The only reason I'm here was because I knew he would take care of things while I was away. I might have pretended to let Tommaso convince me to bring him to the Maldives. He begged me day and night and I couldn't refuse him. Although his father wasn't buying that bullshit. We both know I would have eventually followed her even without Tommaso's nagging. I've been on a few dates with Mari but since she left my house, she hasn't gone back. She was scared the guys wouldn't welcome her like they did the first time becaus
When I open my eyes again, the room is dark. Thank heavens. I don't think I can handle the bright lights again. Although the beep beep of the machine is grating on my nerves and I want nothing more than to kick it so it would shut up. Lifting my head, I look around and realizing I'm alone, I lie back down. Wondering what I'll do now. It's insane that I've lived for seven months then forgotten about them. Do time travelers feel like this? Probably not because they always remember where they've been. Past or future. The doctor said I shouldn't force myself but it's so hard. Sitting here speculating on what could have happened to me. Did this happen while I was on one of Padre's jobs? Lombardi's dead. Yeah, about that, how did he die? Was I the one who killed him? Paulo mentioned something about me taking over operations. Did one of his rivals try to kill me? Where the fuck did my mother come from? And with a sister too? I remember her. She looked kind of familiar. Do I know her from s
"So what you're saying is that I have memory loss?" "Yes, Miss Lombardi" "That I've forgotten the last five or six months of my life?" "Seven, to be exact," the guy in the white lab coat says. He's a doctor but for some reason, I keep thinking of him as the guy in the white lab coat. Blame that on my fried brain. I'm sure he mentioned his name earlier but my head was ringing so I didn't catch it. Not that I care about it. He just told me that I have forgotten the past seven months of my life. First of all, what the fuck? Selective amnesia? Why the hell would I forget bits and pieces of my life? I thought people kind of forgot everything. Like all the details, not small parts. Is he kidding me? Is this some kind of prank or something? "Why?" I ask because I want to know why my brain would forget certain things and choose to remember others. "It's a mental condition that is caused by trauma. You went through something painful and your brain is blocking those memories because you're
Nevio is waiting for me by the door. Our house which is now fully renovated makes me a little happy. We had people working day and night to restore it because I was excited to add a nursery. For our child who is now no more. But it's still my house. I can't find it in me to hate it especially now that it has all the fucking memories of her. She's lying half-dead in a hospital. The doctors say it's a waiting game that only she can end by waking up.Half of me wishes she could sleep forever so I don't ever have to look into her eyes again. I've imagined what will happen when she wakes up and finds out the baby is gone. I know she'll be sad because both of us were looking forward to being parents. I had finally managed to make her understand that no matter what happened I would be there for her and the baby. That I wouldn't abandon them. And then this happens. I hate her. I hate myself. I hate my mother for doing this to me and I hate knowing that I deserve everything happening to me. T
"Till death do us part. Did you hear that? Till death... " She rolls her eyes but she's grinning from ear to ear just like I am."Yeah, yeah. I heard it alright, I'm not deaf you know" "No, you're not. Just pregnant, with my baby. I still can't believe I'm going to be a father" "I can't believe I'm going to look like a watermelon in a few months. You know it's not going to be pretty, right? I won't be pretty at all" "Honestly, I can't imagine you not being pretty. Even if you do end up looking like a watermelon" "It's even going to be worse after I give birth. I went online and the other women's experiences scared the shit out of me" "Oh yeah? Like what?" "Doctors chopping my vagina if it's too small for the baby to pass through" I blanch but luckily she doesn't see it because I'm behind her. "That is not true, baby. Don't listen to them" "And then there's the husband stitch" "What the fuck is that?" "They add extra sutures to a woman's vagina to make it tighter." She stops
I sit up looking around. Aside from Carla, there's no one else here. Then who's voice was that? I've never heard it before "Is anyone there?" I ask out loud. We've been here for a few weeks now and I haven't seen another soul around. We don't even have neighbors "Hello?" "It's morning already?" Carla asks yawning. "No, I think I heard someone calling me. Are you sure it's just us here?" "Yes. We should sleep. Remember you promised me how to throw knives tomorrow?" at that statement my head starts spinning. I don't remember promising Carla anything like that. It wasn't her. It was... "Morning. I came up with a new breakfast" Carla says jumping on the bed. She's also annoying like that. Every day she gets up earlier than me then jumps up and down on my bed to wake me up. Whatever happened to shaking people awake? Or wait for their eyes to open themselves? "Ugh, stop that. I'm still sleepy" "But we have so much to do" "Do it yourself. Have you never heard of that? DIY?" I gr
The sun is shining brightly today, the kind of day that invites you to lie around and bask under the bright, warm golden sun rays. I've never done this before. I mean sitting somewhere to enjoy the day. Sweeping my gaze around the place I realize I'm in a park. And like the start of a movie, things start to come to life. The greenest grass I've ever seen spreads over the ground and with it, people appear. Men, women, children, and pets, fill the place. Playing, others sitting, some are coming while others are going. I don't think my mind has the capacity to wonder where I am or why all this is happening. I just want to enjoy everything so screw logic. There's a family in the middle, sitting on a blanket and laughing. I think they're having a picnic, something normal people do from time to time. It occurs to me that I've never been on a picnic and a wave of jealousy hits me, so strong that I feel the burn of tears behind my eyelids. Why is it that some people are allowed to do that an
Everyone is worried. Ornella is sitting in one of the chairs wringing her hands, Marianna is next to her, looking down at her phone, and Giovanni is pacing back and forth in front of the waiting room. Paulo is seated in another corner, elbows on his knees while his head is bowed. Gianna and Simona are huddled together crying. Nev is also next to me, staring into space. Not forgetting Damiano, he's beside Marianna but I haven't seen them talking. There are nurses rushing back and forth. The first was carrying a bag of blood. The next had bottles of what I figured had to be medicine. The third left but hasn't come back. In short, it's chaos. I think I heard Giovanni swear he was going to gut the little bitch that shot Carina and Damiano told him if he tried to touch her he'd spend the rest of his life in prison. Not sure what that means though. Did I mention Ornella is holding a rosary? I bet she's praying for her daughter to come out alive. There was a lot of blood so I guess she's ri
Past Zarina, Zarina! Where the fuck are you?" "Language Edmondo. Your son is standing right next to you" Zarina chastised. She knew her husband would always have a filthy mouth, but she expected him to control it whenever they were around their son. "My son, is it?" he asked sarcastically "Go upstairs Cris, I need to talk to your mother" "But Papa, you promised to play football with me once we got home" A young Cristiano whined. His father was spoiling him and it was time to put a stop to it before he grew up to be one of those egotistical men. She wanted him to be confident but not arrogant. In their world, arrogance was something that could easily get you killed. "I'll come get you once we're done talking. Now go" "You promise?" "Yes, now leave," he said impatiently making Zarina furrow her eyebrows. This was the first she'd ever seen her husband show any kind of impatience towards Cristiano. Normally he tolerated everything his son did, good or bad. With his
I shrug "Sorry about that. I just think you should concentrate on being a mother and leave these things to us men" okay, that came out wrong. I didn't mean to put it like that. "Would you look at that? Who knew you were such an asshole?" "Sorry, I meant that you should just stay at home and... No, you know what I mean. I would never suggest that you are incapable of being the leader or anything like that" I need to shut up before she decides to kill me. Between her and Marianna I don't know whose temper is worse. I mean if she shot De Luca once, what would she do to me? "Keep going you little shit and see how I'll skin your dick before I kill you" she snarls pushing her chair back and standing up. Luckily, De Luca pulls her down, asking her to calm down. "I honestly didn't mean to offend you" "Who the fuck are you and why are you here?" Moretti speaks up for the first time since I got here. See these are the kind of questions they should have asked from the beginning. "I am