“So what are you gonna do?” He asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.Truthfully, I was taken aback by his boldness, rather defiance. But I didn't let that show in my facial expressions. I scanned my brain for things to say to scare him off, but I wasn't used to all this. Instead I started walking away.“Ou wait.” The kid called out and I turned back. “Okay?”“I don't want to take anything from you.” He started, maintaining a serious expression. “But I'm willing to keep my mouth shut about all of this.”A sense of relief washed over me. But a bigger question was posed in front of us. “How are you going to do that?”He rolled up his sleeves, scratching his hair. My eyes followed him, landing on his wrist. In his wrist, laid a small mark that pulled something in me. I couldn't stop staring at the mark. There was something in there that pulled me closer to the mark. I held my hands in the air, almost touching the mark but I stopped myself.“I was thinking-” his voice called me back
“What was her name?” I asked him trying to sought for more information. I made a mental note to google her when I get out of here.“Rosa Martinez.” Robin hesitated for a while before responding, then he fondled the bracelet in his hands. His eyes looked sunken as though Rosa was not just a random person to him.“Did you know her?”He sighed and looked away, “She was my fjrst love but we splitted when I left to America because I didn't want my father to drag me into the Mafia activities. Rosa was too into it and our values were clashing.”My mouth was wide open, oh wow. So Stefanos's ex-wife was Robin's first love? This was too much.He reached out to hold my hands. “You can see that's why I'm protecting you, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything happens to you. I let Rosa die and I won't let you die.” His voice was thick with emotions that I began to feel different emotions all at once. Did he just say death? He feared that Stefano would kill me? The Stefano I know wouldn'
As the page loaded, my heart pounded with anticipation and I shook my legs to steady my heartbeat. I didn't know what else to do so I just stayed there letting the page load. My mind scanned around for multiple scenarios of what I could see but I couldn't come up with anything. My hands were shaky as I grabbed my phone to check. The first thing that captured my eye was an image of her on the beach. She wore a blue loosed floral gown that complimented her olive skin, dark shades that covered her eyes with a wide smile plastered on her face as she did the peace sign posing for the camera. She jutted her left hip, putting all her weight on one foot. Rosa was damn beautiful. Apart from this Rosa bore an uncanny resemblance to me, we had the same big bright eyes, puckered lips, similar dentition and even up to our physiques. I couldn't make sense of that. I read about her about her bsaic information about where she was born and what school she attended.Now I was moving over what happened
Stefano was out there banging the door and begging me to open up for him but I couldn't bring my legs to walk towards the door. A part of me wanted him to leave me alone but another part of me wanted him to hold my face and stare into my eyes and tell me that everything was just an attempt to destroy our love. That the whole world was trying its best to conspire against our union.“I know you can hear me, please let's talk about whatever the issue might be,” I heard Stefano begging, his voice holding concern.I shook my head on the pillow as though he could see me. Nah, I wasn't doing that. There was no way on earth I would stand up to have him feel me with lies in this vulnerable moment.“Did Robin feel your head with lies?” He asked and after a minute he replied himself. “I fucking knew it, I fucking knew it. He's just as cunny as his father…”Then Stefanos's voice held urgency. “Bella, listen up. Let's just talk about it rather than letting someone from your past come between us.
“You mean what?” “Exactly what you heard, she's alive but she didn't want her parents to be aware but eventually she told them.” “Then why are her fans not aware of it all?” “She wanted to start all over with her life without public scrutiny. She enjoyed the celebrity life but she got tired of it after a while. My only regret was that I didn't get to understand her on time. I thought she had a say in ending our marriage but she was just as tied as I was in it. She wanted to leave badly and get married to her true love Robin but her father forbade her from it and when she finally had the chance she discovered that Robin had moved on with you so she ran away but she told me all of it before she did.” His voice held this raw sincerity that I couldn't shake off. I couldn't sit and process everything. I felt like my head was exploding and I needed to go to the beach and sit there to process everything. “So if you didn't hit her, what were the eyebags all about?” “She was fucking
I slumped on the bed and covered myself with duvet. It wasn't that I was cold or anything. I was simpy tired, exhausted buried itself deep into my bone and the duvet served as source of comfort that I lack. As I tightened the duvet around me, an image of Rosa made its way into my thoughts. I wanted to scream out loud, why was she haunting me? I hated the fact that she looked like me in an uncanny manner. It messed with my head as I constantly thought about why she looked like me. I pressed my hand to my head as I willed the thoughts away. I figured that I had to get out bed to stop the thoughts from pulling me in with an iron fist. Just as i made up my mind to leave the bed, a knock came on the door and I hoped it wasn't Stefano. “Hey,” his rich baritone reached my ears and my heart leapt. I wanted to respond to him but I didn't know how to go about it. So i kept quiet, hoping he'll talk and just go away when he was dome. “I know you can hear me because you don't sleep till 9
StefanoWhile Bella was out with Robin, I kept calling Tomasso, he wasn't taking my calls and that plunged me into a state of anxiety. I didn't even care that I hadn't thought Marco to keep an eye on Bella. I bugged his phone with Messages and calls. When he finally responded to me, he said Tomasso was in the restaurant with my wife. I was hoping for a good sign, a concrete information that could help me ahead of Robin. So, i relaxed, surfing through the channels on the Tv and drinking champagne. I thought my whole plan was going smoothly. I called Matteo to inform him about everything.“Boss, how do you do?” He asked, I could feel the smile from his voice. He was spending rime with bis girlfriend but I could help but fucking share this with him.“Fantastic!” I replied, skipping formality. “How's your time out with Lucy? When are you going to propose?” I asked, teasing him.He hesitated, then I heard the shuffling of footsteps. “I have to leave the bed to answer this one.”“Are you ch
“Ready ma'am?” Tomaso asked me and I nodded, not before I playfully tapped his arm.“Would you also like to send me on a special errand today? Maybe we could start brainstorming on lies before we leave.” He said the last part in a whisper, and I hushed him, looking over Marco, hoping he didn't hear anything.Tomasso raised his hands in mock surrender. “Apologies, I forgot it's our little secret to keep.” He muttered in a dramatic way.Something about the way he shook his head made a smile find it's way to my lips.I entered the carseat without saying anything but the image of the scar in his hand still spoke volumes into my mind. I had seen somewhere else but I just couldn't place my mind. Perhaps I could interrogate him? But I wouldn't want Marco to find it strange not interrupt us.Later as we drove on the road, I thought about my father and how he was fairing. Maybe I should look for sometime to travel back the US so I should could spend sometime with him? i wondered who was talkin
I could feel the bass pulsing through my chest before we even stepped inside. The club was packed—neon lights cutting across the room like strobe knives, bodies grinding, drinks spilling, laughter rising in waves. I didn’t want to be here. Not really. But Stefano said he needed a night to forget, to feel powerful again, to remind the city that he hadn’t fallen off the throne they all thought he’d abandoned.He looked sharp—raven black suit, no tie, top two buttons undone. The kind of look that made people turn. The kind that reminded you he owned the room even before he spoke.But me? I felt like a footnote tonight. A pretty shadow in heels.We walked in, his hand on the small of my back. The warmth of it used to make me feel chosen. Now it just felt... routine. Decorative. Like I was another piece of the wardrobe.The place was loud. Lights flickering like memories I didn’t want. We got a private table—of course we did. Everything in Stefano’s life came with exclusivity, even when it
Standing at the archway between the kitchen and the living room, I sense Stefano’s tension the instant he steps through our front door. He closes the door a little too hard behind him, and the sound echoes through the quiet house. I stop what I’m doing and carefully slide the towel from my hands, my breathing catching at the weight of him. My husband’s shoulders droop under a burden I cannot see, and already I can feel the tight, anxious ache swirling in my chest.“It’s been a long day,” I whisper, though I don’t even have to say it. I know the weariness in the slump of his shoulders, in the way his tie is undone and his jacket hangs limply from his forearm. I reach out to brush a fingertip over the stubble on his cheek. He stands motionless in the hallway, eyes unfocused and distant. I imagine the ghosts of the day’s battles swirling in his mind. Even before he speaks, I know I need to reach him—now.Slowly, I close the distance between us. Before I can even think, my arms slide arou
Stefano was back home and we had to talk about this.“What's wrong with you? You have been acting all distant and aloof and it's killing me slowly.” I said, holding his hands as he slowly looked back at me with his eyes lost."I'm fine. Stop worrying yourself about me, go to bed, I will join you later when I'm sleepy.” Stefano said, bringing up a fake smile..“No! I will not! You need to tell me what's wrong with you? You can't be suffering alone when you can tell me what's wrong and we can solve it together. Or do you think I'm dumb or not hit enough to be with you? Are you tired of me?" I asked, dreading his response.He snapped his head back like I had said the most ridiculous stuff he have ever heard. I got startled by his abrupt movements, I could see anger in his eyes, clouded with disbelief.Why?“How dare you say something like that? I can never be tired of you and I won't.I yearn for you and I would never want to live a second without the thought of you not being mine or
Just after we got out, I glanced at Tomasso briefly as we stepped out the car. His face was hard to read, like he was trying not to show anything. My heart was beating fast, like I didn’t know what was about to happen even though I had prepared myself for it.“Just try your best to smile at him okay?” I said to him, resting my hand lightly on his arm.He didn’t respond right away. Just nodded a bit and looked down at his shoes. I could tell he was nervous. Even if he didn’t want to admit it.I turned to Marco, who was already getting out from the driver’s side. “Marco,” I called gently, stopping him before he could come around.“Yeah?” he asked.“Please, just stay in the car,” I told him. “I don’t want you to see all this. It’s messy… you know, family stuff. I just want to deal with it alone.”He looked like he wanted to argue but then sighed and nodded. “Alright. I’ll be right here.”“Thanks,” I whispered before turning back to the gate.Tomasso stood by the entrance, his arms crosse
Marco drove quietly, both hands on the wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead like it was the only thing that mattered. I sat in the front seat while Tomasso was at the back, earphones plugged in, head resting on the window. He hadn’t said much since we got in the car. Just a quiet “morning” to Marco and nothing else.The road was calm, barely any traffic. The sun was already out but not too hot. Light poured through the trees lining both sides of the road, dancing on the windshield like soft glitter. It was peaceful in a way that made everything feel heavier somehow. Like silence was stretching itself too wide.I kept stealing glances at Tomasso through the side mirror. His eyes were open, staring out at the road like he was somewhere else. Maybe in his head, maybe in the past. I didn’t know. I could only imagine what was going through his mind.We passed a small lake, the kind people always stopped by to take pictures. The water looked still, untouched, like nothing ever happened t
The next morning, stefano came back home exhausted. I glared at him tired eyes."What's the problem again?" I asked him and he simply waved a dismissive flick of his wrist."Really?" I asked. "are you fucking going to act this way?" I said to him. "I thought we passed this stage Stefano. We can't Keep going around in circles." I spat out genuinely tired of how he acts when things do not go according to his plan. He mostly acted like he was my fault no matter how much I rrud to console him. It wasn't my fault and he knew it, I would do everything to within my power to help him. But right now my hands my were tied since I wasn't a mafia person. I could not even hold a gun to save my life."We couldn't kill him." He simply said and I glanced at him."How come?" I asked. I could recall that Stefano had told me that he had insructed his army commandant to get rid of him and now it's crazy that their plans had fallen through."He has been out of the country for a while and he has been secur
As soon as we got to the club it took me hours to legit discover that the club we were at was close to Tomasso mother's club. The realization alone broke my heart but i decided to not cat according to how I felt maybe it was a bad idea, I thought to myself and decided to leave there.I rose to my feet as I informed Tomasso."I think we have left here soon." I said to him and his eyes widened."But we just got here." He replied."I know and that's the more reason why we have to leave here before anything happens again." I tried to make him understand but I knew he wouldn't even get what I was trying to make him understand even in the slightest. So I didn't even blame him"What was that?" He asked and a chuckle nearly escaped my lips with how dramatic the scene of events had turned out before now.It was just horrible that happened at the next bar. I waved a dismissive flick of my wrist hopping he wouldn't ask much questions but apparently the entire conversation interested him more t
TomassoIt was obvious that I was alive. But I felt like I was dead. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I was sad or anything. Neither was I happy.I just felt like I wasn't truly living my life. I was just a trapped in a body that wasn't mine. Each time, I would look at my surroundings and they would look distinctly familiar yet so strange, yet I felt out of place. I didn't know if therewas a cure for all of this. But they said I had lost my memory si I was hoping that when my memories came back, I would be free from this feeling. I woul d. Stop feeling out of place in my body and surroundings.I glanced at myself in the mirror and i immediately looked away because I had no memory of this fave I couldn't even remember looking at my face before. Is it really possible that I had lived this life before.While Marco was around he had shown me pictures of myself and I couldn't see that he wss lying. In my past life or should I say before now? We used to be friends. So because of him i bel
Yes, there was a lot I wasn't telling him right now and it made so much sense. Everything was beginning to make so much sense. I should have known but I was so blinded, I wanted him to get well so soon that I didn't deem it fit to do my research. It felt like my chest was breaking into pieces that I couldn't even fathom what I was doing as my chest shook.I barged into the Tomaso bathroom as I quickly flushed down the drug."Why are you flushing down the drugs?" He asked, he was clearly confused. He had no idea what was happening. "Thought you said you were a nurse and the drugs were good for me. So I don't understand what's happening."I slumped on his bed, my legs feeling weak. I knew I wouldn't able to work anymore and I would fall down if I attempted to leave the room without proper support.He crouched down and stared at me as my tears fell onto my laps. "Are you sure you're okay?" A concerned look was etched on his face."I am not okay and that's the point." I expressed amidst s