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
Emilia's POV. After the entire wedding ceremony was completed, I returned to the dressing room and couldn't stop staring at my ring. A wedding ring. I am actually married, like really and truly. It is done. I am now Mrs Emilia Riccardo De Luca. I wasn't sure whether to laugh to cry but I was really close to crying and the tears started flowing the moment Pat opened the door to the dressing room and walked in. I was a mess. A huge big mess. Patricia came up to me immediately and hugged me. I buried my face in her neck and proceeded to cry my eyes out. We stayed that way for a while until I was finally able to get my emotions in check. She pulled back from the hug and tried to wipe my tears away a little bit but I knew it would not help. I am yet to look at myself in the mirror but I have a feeling that I don't look too good right now. "What is the problem?" Patricia asked. I shook my head. "Nothing. Nothing. I just...it's all just overwhelming. I am fine." She cupped my face betwe
Riccardo's POV. It is the day of the big mafia ball. The after my wedding. The big mafia ball is just a big ass ball that is always held once or twice a year. Every Mafia boss is expected to be there irrespective of whether we can actually stand ourselves or not. They have to be present and be on their best behavior. I am not sure that my wife... calling her that, calling Emilia my wife is just... I don't know the word, I always feel a deep sense of contentment. I am not sure contentment is the word I am looking for here but it will have to do. The wedding was a success. At least I think it was. It was all going well until we had that fight. It wasn't a fight per se, it was more of an argument and it was sadly because of Jack Anderson. Jack Anderson, the bastard. Jack Anderson has always been a constant part of my life, not that I want him to be or anything but life just happens and we somehow always end up in the same places. We attended the same schools since we were kids, at fir
Emilia's POV. 7 months later... I waddled down the stairs for dinner. I was supposed to wait for Riccardo to come and fetch me for dinner but I was done being treated like an invalid even though I feel much like an invalid. My stomach was already four times its usual size and I felt like I was going to explode very soon to top it all off, I couldn't even see my feet anymore. I got to the dining room and it was filled with my family and friends chatting away and laughing. It has been 7 months since that incident happened. Aria was thankfully oblivious to what happened. Gabriella had drugged her and the doctors had to flush the drug away from her system. Speaking of Gabriella, her father apologized profusely for what she had done even though apologies could not solve anything. She did not only attempt to kill me and my daughter. She killed the parents of the man she claimed to be in love with, people who cherished her, and she also killed poor Dante. Riccardo told me all about how D
Riccardo's POV. I would probably dwell on the fact that I just signed my divorce papers if I didn't have a daughter to save. I tried to wave it off but I knew something wasn't right. It is impossible for things to just go haywire like that. She has had the papers for a while? Like hell. I just signed the fucking papers to make her happy for now. After I have this whole was sorted out, I will get to the bottom of things. After I have brought Aria back home safe and sound. If she thinks she can just put an end to our marriage because she wants to then she should think again. I have every intention to win my wife back. "Riccardo..." Enzo called softly. He was probably feeling bad for me or something but I trust him not to mention it. "Do we have anything yet?" I asked him. He nodded. "I got a code. I am just going to get it interpreted." "Okay." We are close. I just need Aria to be safe. "Are you okay, Ric?" Enzo asked. "I am fine. Let's find Aria." It took him another ten minu
Emilia's POV.I woke up with a start and found Riley and Isabella on either side of me. It took about one second for me to remember what had happened. "I need to go," I said immediately and tried to get out of bed. Riley held me down. "You are going to stay in bed, Emilia." "Excuse me? My daughter is out there somewhere. She is alone with that crazy bitch and you are asking me to stay in bed? Are you being real?" "Riccardo is already out there trying to find her..." "And I should be out there with him trying to find our daughter. She is my daughter too for fuck sake. I can't just sit down here and do nothing." "What do you plan to do then?" Isabella asked. I got out of bed faster than I had ever done. "I don't know but I won't just sit down here and do nothing." "You should think about the baby, Emilia. This is..." "The baby is fine. I am fine. I was just shocked earlier and that is it." I said. "I have to go find my daughter." I started heading for the door and Isabella qui
Riccardo's POV. Gabriella? I couldn't wrap my head around it. Gabriella has always been around. She was there for me for a while after I lost my parents before he father had her shipped off to study Maybe Riley is right, I have been so blind but...fuck it, it is Gabriella. I wasn't sure what went down after Riley's story. I know she and Emilia had a talk and I think they are still friends. Weird that, I never thought I would see the day when my ex and my wife would be friends and good ones at that. "The party can't hold," I said out loud. "What no. What are you going to tell, Aria?" Emilia exclaimed. "Her birthday party is all she has been talking about for weeks now, Riccardo."Enzo already left us in the living room and he was somewhere in my office trying to track Gabriella. "I can't keep you two safe if..." "Get more security. Lock the gates, search every single person if you have to but the party is going to happen." Emilia said. "Emilia..." "If you are going to canc
Emilia's POV. We spent hours in the mall. We ended up buying more things than we needed. Okay, let me correct that, I ended up buying more things than I needed. Don't blame me, shopping was a nice distraction. I found that I stopped worrying so much about everything that was currently going wrong with my life and just shopped. I bought some maternity dresses and clothes. It was already obvious that I would grow about three times my normal size to accommodate the little peanut in my stomach. When I was pregnant with Aria, I didn't get so big. My bump did not even start showing until I was about six months along.We picked Aria up on our way back home and she was very excited to see us especially when she saw the car loaded with party supplies and bags. We chatted all the way back home. She kept talking about how excited she was and how she had invited the entire school to the party— I exaggerated that part a little bit but she did say something about inviting all her classmates. I was
Emilia's POV. I woke up feeling the same way that I have been feeling for days now. Not sad, not happy. Just there. I put on a smile for my baby girl and got her ready for school. She of course asked for her daddy and I managed to come up with some excuse for him, I can't even remember what I said to her anymore but I know it was enough to cause she didn't question it. I dropped her off at school and Raffaele and some other bodyguards stayed with her. I drove to my workplace to pick Riley up. I have my doctor's appointment this morning and she offered to come with me and from there, we will go to the mall to get some things that we would need for Aria's party tomorrow. The party will be held in the garden, the event planner will be coming over in the evening to put everything up. I just needed to get a few things at the mall. Riley made mine and Aria's dress for the party tomorrow. Aria is yet to see the dress but I am pretty sure that she would love it. I stopped outside the shop
Riccardo's POV. I wanted to stay. I wanted it badly but I can't. I can't allow myself to be weak now. Not when hers and Aria's lives depend on my actions. I know how distant I have been since that day. I needed to do it, to pull back. It was very necessary. I just didn't realize that it would hurt her that much. She fucking cried. I felt like a bastard. I wanted to go on my knees right there and beg for her forgiveness but I couldn't. Oh, I will beg, I will grovel if I have to but first I need to get rid of this bastard. The only advantage the bastard has on us is the fact that we don't know who he/she is. We have been doing a lot of digging. Enzo already ran a background check on every single staff I have and they all came out clean, all of their activities have been tracked but we didn't find anything suspicious and that just made me feel more uncomfortable. If it isn't my staff, if it is not one of them then who the fuck is this person and what on earth does the person want from
Emilia's POV. It has been weeks and this house has been annoyingly silent. Too quiet. Riccardo changed so much after that night. My sweet husband was gone and he somehow managed to go back to the Riccardo that I had met in New York. He didn't torture me or anything. He doesn't even stress me out. He agrees to everything I ask without question— unless it has to do with my security details. I have security details following me every fucking where. The number went from two to seven. I don't mind having them around because their presences seem to put Riccardo at ease a little bit. I miss him though. I miss him like crazy. We barely talk now. We always have breakfast together with Aria and Aria is always the one chatting and keeping the table lively. He listens to her and responds when he is supposed to, he even manages to smile at her sometimes but he has withdrawn from me, both physically and emotionally. The last time he touched me was that night, oh, he kisses me sometimes. A fleetin
Riccardo's POV.I saw the glint of the gun before it went off. I moved as fast as I could and threw my weight on Emilia while pulling her to the ground immediately. I mentally thank my stars that I had yet to take off my gun and knives. I pulled them out and quickly fired two shots in the direction that the bullet came from. Emilia writhed under me trying to get out and somehow my dick managed to remain hard even though a bullet just went off. “Jesus Christ woman, fucking stay still,” I said harshly. “Aria, I need to check on Aria.” She cried. “No, you are going to stay right there until I ask you to move. Aria is safe, Raffaele will make sure of it.” I told her and miraculously, that managed to calm her down and she stopped moving. She remained silent for a while then she laughed softly. I don’t know but I think my wife might be a little bit crazy. “I love the fact that you have managed to find humor in this situation we are in,” I said. She chuckled. “How is your dick still