Emilia's POV. How can a blanket be so warm and smell so good at the same time? I tried to move closer to it and wrap it even tighter around myself. I should probably get out of bed and go see to Aria but I am kind of finding it hard to let go of this blanket not to even talk of leaving my room. No matter how close I already was to the blanket, it still felt like I was not close enough so I tried to move even closer, and then..."Careful, baby girl. I am trying not to get too excited here." The blanket spoke. I opened my eyes immediately and reality began to hit me. It was no blanket, okay? There was no blanket. It is just all Riccardo. Sweet-smelling and annoying Riccardo. I tried to move far away from him as rapidly as possible and ended up tangling my leg with the actual blanket which made me fall off the bed on my butt. I groaned at the pain and closed my eyes in embarrassment. "Are you good, Cara?" He asked mockingly. I mumbled a response under my breath and forced myself to g
Emilia's POV. It has been close to three weeks since we have been in Italy and my stance about being here has not changed in any way. I have barely seen Riccardo for two weeks now, what am I even saying, I don't recall seeing him since the last time we went shopping with Aria and trust me if I had seen him, I would surely remember. I have been spending a lot of time with Aria, we mostly just amuse ourselves with whatever we can find inside the house since Riccardo had given his men strict orders to keep us within the property. I have yet to set my eyes on him and that is the only reason he hasn't heard my thoughts on being locked in like a rebellious kid. We didn't end up hiring any nanny since I am more than capable of taking care of my daughter. I have tried to keep her busy by teaching her some schoolwork and also playing all sorts of games with her. She wore herself out yesterday cause she insisted on playing hide and seek with me, Roberto, and Raffaele— who was starting to soft
Riccardo's POV. I certainly didn't expect that kind of reaction from Emilia. I expected her to be cold as usual, not that she was that cold but I just...didn't expect that kind of reaction. I admit it is my fault for just disappearing like that without mentioning anything to her or anyone. I got word that morning that the goods we sent out were delivered almost successfully until the Spanish Mafia had to just interrupt the almost smooth operation. We already had a score to settle with them. With them yet to pay up for the previous deals we had together and also the stunt that they pulled when I was in New York. I already gave my boys instructions to not sell anything to them and of course, they must have anticipated that because they laid an ambush for my men and attacked them on their way back home. Some of them got injured badly while some were lucky enough to escape without a scratch. So yeah, I left immediately after I heard the news, got help for the injured ones and I set out
Emilia's POV. "Come on, mummy. Wake up." I woke up to the sound of Aria's voice and she was trying to shake me awake. I groaned and rolled over. "Mummy." She called again. "Okay okay, fine. I am up." I told her and she giggled while I was forcing myself to get out of bed. She was still talking about only God knows what when I managed to get out of bed. I don't know how she always wakes up that excited all the time, like all the time. It can't be natural. "Aria if we could just..." I was interrupted by the opening of the door and I was surprised to see Riccardo walk in. The memories of yesterday night came rushing back. That wasn't a dream? I could have sworn that it was a dream. He looked better than he did last night. He looked more like the usual Riccardo. He was smiling at Aria. "Hey, Princess. Come give Daddy a hug." He called but she stood still where she was and was staring at him like he had grown two heads or something. Riccardo wasn't fazed by her lack of response and
Riccardo's POV."She agreed to marry you?" Roberto asked. I had just announced my intention to marry Emilia to him and I also made it clear that the wedding would be held in a week. "She doesn't have much choice," I answered him. "I take it she didn't agree then." He mumbled and I gave no response because I couldn't think of one and because I didn't think he meant for me to respond to it. "Did you ask her?" "Ask what?" I asked him. "Did you ask her to marry you?" He asked. I can't recall the exact words I used. I didn't even mean to bring the marriage thing up to her like that but she was looking too comfortable and she was looking at me with what looked like stars in her eyes and I just... I couldn't handle how that made me feel at that moment so I reacted the best way I could. "I take it you didn't ask her then," Roberto said after I remained quiet for too long. "I didn't need to..." "She might have agreed to marry you willingly if you had asked. I don't know why just yet b
Emilia's POV. "You don't want to have sex with me?" He asked after the outburst. I had tried to gauge how he would react to it while I was coming up with them but I definitely didn’t expect him to react that way. It is not as if I don’t want to have sex with him, in fact, I am afraid I might end up wanting that way too much. He doesn’t need to touch me for me to be aware of him. All it takes is just one look from him and he knows how to do that look, that one look that sends my heart racing and makes my palm sweaty. Having sex with him is not a problem, I do want to have sex with him sometimes I think it might even be more than a ‘want’. Sex makes things messy and I don’t need this to get messy. It is already a struggle to keep my heart out of this godforsaken relationship I have with him. Having sex with him will only complicate things. I am afraid that I won’t be able to keep my shit together if I go ahead and have sex with him."Yes, I don't." I answered without hesitation and a
Emilia's POV. The wedding arrangements were in full swing and most of it had been taking place in this very living room. The wedding is going to take place in the church that Riccardo attended as a kid and the reception is going to be right after the wedding in the afternoon and they will be a 'small but not so small ball" the next day. I don't get what the fuss is all about. It is just a wedding to tie us together it is not as if we are madly in love with ourselves or something. Roberto claimed that all of those things are necessary because it is not just a regular somebody who is getting married but the Don of the Italian mafia so the whole world has to hear of it and that is just lame cause they also have to be careful security-wise. I didn't argue though. I gave my opinions when it was needed and I shut my mouth up otherwise. Ever since Aria has been introduced to Enzo's kids, she has been spending most of her time with them and I don't mind it because I have the wedding prepara
Emilia's POV. "You look really pretty, Mummy," Aria announced for what had to be the one millionth time today. "Thank you, mama," I said. "I would kiss you but..." She shook her head in horror. "No, no. You will ruin your makeup and get lipstick all over my face." She said. I laughed at that. "Right." If you haven't guessed yet. Yes, it is my wedding day. The wedding that I had planned in just one week or even less. I had a lot of help though so it wasn't strenuous and Patricia and Riley, yes, Riley have really helped me a lot through the process. They were more happy and eager than I was about the wedding. Riley has surprisingly been a great friend so far. She is in charge of making all of my dresses and she was the one who styled me today but she stepped out about thirty minutes ago to make sure things are going well. I really don't know what I would do without her here and I am truly grateful that I met her. I only wish Patricia was here today. She couldn't come because she ha