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. "You might want to go straight to the point, Massimo. I do not have time to play these games with you right now." It wasn't hard to tell that I was already getting pissed off. It was only a matter of time before burst out in anger and just so you know, it is not always a pretty sight. We have been in this meeting for more than fifty minutes now if my time is accurate and these people have been saying the same thing over and over again in twisted words. None of them has gone straight to the point. "What we are trying to say, Riccardo is that you need an heir and you need it fast." That was Roberto, the eldest man in the entire Italian mafia and my late father's trusted advisor. He has always been and will always remain that one person that doesn't cower in my presence. "Correct me if I am wrong, Roberto, you want me to get a heir?" I asked softly. I couldn't raise my voice at him now, could I?"Yes." He answered. I nodded slowly pretending like I was interested in t
Emilia's POV. "I don't want to go to school today mummy." My five-year-old daughter, Aria said from where she was safely belted in the back seat of my car. I honestly do not have the strength nor the time to do this with her right now. We have been at this for the past week now, it has suddenly become one of her favorite things to do. She comes up with different reasons and excuses to not go to school and I always end up bribing her with either extra chocolates or promising to let her stay up for extra thirty minutes after bedtime. "What is this about again, baby?" I asked softly cause God forbid I raise my voice at her at this very crucial moment. I pulled over in her school's parking lot and turned in my seat to face her. She had her face turned down and she kept twirling her hair around her tiny fingers. "Aria baby, Tell mummy what is wrong. Why do you not want to go to school today?" I asked her. She mumbled a few words in response but I couldn't make out what she was saying.
Riccardo's POV.It has been a while since I used the gym room so I woke up today and decided to do a little workout before I attend to the shit that has probably piled up on my table. I have been at it for close to an hour now or more, I can't tell cause I lost track of time already and I was enjoying myself a little too much to care. Four days later and I am yet to hear a word from Enzo. I trust him to be doing his work and I am not going to admit that the silence on his end is a little bit deafening. I want to get this task over and done with. How hard can it be to find a woman anyways? It couldn't be that heard. There is also the fact that I haven't heard from Roberto since the day he dropped that bomb on me, he just disappeared off the face of the earth and that is disturbing too but you won't see me admitting that either. I increased the speed of the treadmill in an attempt to clear my thoughts. I have better things to do than to be thinking about Roberto's empty but not-so-emp
Riccardo's POV. "Congratulations Amico. You have a daughter!" That can't be right. I have a daughter, one that is this grown up and I had no idea that she even existed. I still find it hard to believe that. How is it that I have a daughter somewhere on this earth and I don't even remember...creating her?"No...that can't be right," I mumbled under my breath but Enzo heard anyway. "I knew you would be in denial even after seeing her picture and that is why I ran a paternity test." He said proudly and he does appear super proud of himself. "How did you even get that done?" I asked him. He shrugged. "I pulled some strings." He answered before bringing out the test result of that multipurpose bag of his. I took the result from him and opened it, my eyes immediately went to where it confirmed that she was indeed my daughter before her name caught my eye. "Aria." I read out loud. "Aria Salvatore. She is five. She lives with her mother in NYC. She was born April 11, 2027, and her fa
Emilia's POV. I have been trying to get Aria ready for our date with Aiden but she wasn't having it. She has rejected every single dress I have picked out for her. It was either too tight or too heavy or too itchy. All of a sudden she seems to have different excuses to not put on her dress. She even claimed her favorite dress was too boring. I went into her closet again and picked out one of my favorite dresses of hers. It was purple and had this huge bow thing at the back and tiny sparkling diamonds on the sleeves and the neck side. I believe this dress is not too heavy, itchy, or too tight and it wasn't tight either. Although I am looking forward to the excuse the little chit will come up with this time around. I walked out of the closet and found her typing away on her phone. "Put down the phone and come try this dress on. I am pretty sure you will love this one." I tried to infuse as much excitement as I could into my voice. She put down the phone and walked up to where I was
Riccardo's POV."Do you think it is a good idea to show up at her doorstep this late?" Enzo asked. It probably is not a good idea to show up at her doorstep this late but I did not fly for almost nine hours only for me to not come straight to my destination. Besides, I have not been settled throughout our flight. I want to know if she remembers me and I also want to know why she chose not to inform me about the baby when she found out she was pregnant. I mean there is a high chance that she forgot about me the same way I forgot about that night but the difference between the both of us is the fact that she carried the proof of that night for nine months and she has nurtured and raised that baby for five years. I find it hard to believe that she raised her for that long without wondering about me— the baby's daddy. What if I am not even the father and this whole thing is just one big coincidence?—This is a ridiculous thought since I already saw the paternity test result. It is not li
Emilia's POV. I think I once mentioned that I have imagined different scenarios of Ric showing up one day. You have no idea how wild my imagination has gotten and the ridiculous scenes I came up with in my head but nothing, nothing prepared me for this and I definitely did not see this coming. All of a sudden, the ridiculousness of his statement seemed to melt my anxiousness and fear away."Do you mind repeating that?" I asked him. "I don't repeat myself, Princess." He said. He has used close to three different endearments in the space of forty minutes. I don't know this man well enough. Apart from today, we have spent only twelve hours together and we spent a good part of that time doing unholy things to ourselves— things that I remember vividly like it happened yesterday. I know the things he is capable of, I have heard things and seen a good amount of unflattering things about him in the news. I know the kind of crowd he moves with, the kind of thing he does, and just how dange
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