Melody
“You’re pretty sick if you think I’m going to stay with you in this place.” she didn’t touch the glass, she had always heard about alcohol hurting babies.
“Sick or not, you’re still going to marry me,” he said taking another sip of his wine. “Do you know what you want to eat?”
“I haven’t even seen the menu, and I’m not really hungry anymore,” and it was true, her appetite was gone. That lunch was turning out to be fatal.
“Don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment. You must feed yourself for the sake of your child.”
“Don’t tell me what’s best for my son,” she glared angrily at hi
MelodyThree days later Melody was trying her wedding dress on in Timothy’s apartment. He had urged her to live under his roof; that way, he said, he would make sure she wouldn’t run away, escaping to avoid paying for her debt.Telling him she had no money of her own proved to be impossible. Melody cried herself to sleep that night. She couldn’t believe that something like this was happening to her.Not because in a way it didn’t suit her, she was deluding herself if she thought her son wouldn’t be better cared for under the Giannatto’s mantle and protection, just the family name alone was enough.But at what price.It pained her because she thought that Timothy, deep in his
MelodyDevina was smiling and Melody couldn’t believe that, in her hands, was a check for that amount of money.“Take it,” she told her holding her hands out to her.“No...I...”“Don’t say no. No person should be forced into marriage,” her logic was impossible to dispute. But, still, she couldn’t accept that much from a stranger, no matter how much her heart screamed at her that she could trust her.“You’re right. But I don’t know you. Neither do you know me,” she handed the check back to her and stepped back, “I think we should save lunch for later. I’m exhausted.”&ldqu
Timothy“Why the hell did you do that?” Timothy burst out when Devina showed him the check.“Because you’re an idiot and you’re mistreating someone who’s not guilty of anything,” she sat at the dining room table with a cup of tea and glared at him angrily, “don’t come looking for trouble with me Timothy, I’m not the monster here.”“You don’t know anything about what happened between Melody and me,” he replied furiously. “You’re just nosy.”“In addition to being a freeloader, a hypocrite, now nosy? Wow, the definitions of me in your short vocabulary are expanding. You must feel good taking your anger out on me and not yourself.”
MelodyMelody lay down for a while, her head was pounding, and she couldn’t bear to watch her parents suffer anymore because of the news she had given them about Equilay, and she understood that perfectly. She was one of those who had not believed the truth, even when she went to her sister’s house, she kept trying to believe that it could not be true. But the undeniable fact was that people betrayed, mistreated, stole, and made sure that others did not believe them capable of atrocities. Sure, he had his reasons, which, in his inner self, he felt were weighty enough to steal three million, but from there to throw the blame for his actions on someone else, that was unforgivable, even more than stealing.It said much more about him to blame someone else for his decisions than it did to have made them.
TimothyTimothy was on his way to Melody’s parents’ house; it was the only place he hadn’t looked for. He had called her countless times on her cell phone, wasting time dialing, knowing she wasn’t going to answer.She was tired of him and his attitude and he knew it.“Sir,” it was Clark, he was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn’t realized they were already in front of Melody’s parents’ house.The detective had done the job right.She was there, she hasn’t been out all afternoon, not even to the porch.“Shall I wait for you or come back for you later?” he didn’t know what the answe
Chapter Twenty-oneMelody“Here’s your tea,” Melody’s mother handed the tea to Timothy and he sat down in the living room next to her.Between her parents, she was going to keep up the charade the best she could. In their eyes, the wedding was a fact, her affair with Timothy was true. She would never confess that Equilay blamed her, there was no need to. That would bring into question the reason she was getting married, and she didn’t want that. Not when she still didn’t know what Timothy wanted from her.What if he no longer wished to marry her? What if he felt only regret toward
TimothyThey arrived at Timothy’s penthouse, she didn’t utter a word, and this worried him.Her gray eyes were no longer tearing up.He hated himself and considered himself one of the drops that filled Melody’s cup of feelings. He had made her leave, got her to her parents’ house and suffer.They rode up the elevator in silence, she continued to not look at him.He made a couple of calls to set her up with a tour of as many clothing and shoe stores as she wanted, looking to distract her.
Chapter Twenty-threeMelodyA month later, Melody was walking straight to the limousine, driven by Clark, who, seeing her in the wedding dress, smiled happily.“May I tell you something?” he said as he opened the door.Devina and her sister, Chloe, followed behind picking up the tulle of the dress and veil. She felt like she was in a fairy tale, even though the reality of her heart was another, totally different.She was madly in love with Timothy.
MelodyOne-month-old, Mary Carlenne Giannato Redford was happy, seeming delighted to be surrounded by all her family members, passing from hand to hand, arm in arm, all wanting to caress her and tug on her tiny, blushing cheeks.Considering it was the first time both families gathered for such an important event as the baby’s first month, Melody was ecstatic to see all the people who were important to her in the living room of her apartment.This family reunion was taking place after Timothy’s father had come through his second chemotherapy with flying colors, the results were completely favorable, not even a hint of cancer was visible in his lungs and the scans ca
MelodyMelody woke up in a hospital bed, hours after finding herself in the parking lot of the building where she lived with Timothy.She immediately felt his hand in hers. She blinked, still numb from the painkillers she imagined she received.She only remembered feeling a very intense pain in her lower abdomen.Instinctively, she put her hands on her abdomen.“Hello princess,” she heard Timothy speak to her, moving closer and placing a kiss on her forehead. “You scared the hell out of me.”
TimothyTimothy walked next to her, feeling her warmth, her comforting presence, even when his heart was beating fast and his hands were like icebergs, for the first time, he would see the man who was with Melody before him, he was not a man to feel jealous of anyone, he has never been and he intended never to be, but that did not prevent him from feeling a little jealous of someone he have never seen in his life.When he began to investigate whether Melody stole the three-million-dollars from his company, it never even crossed his mind to investigate the man who got her pregnant, because, after all, she didn’t touch that button and he wasn’t interested in knowing more about her, not at the moment when he believed Melody was a shrew, a scoundrel, an
MelodyMelody decided to put on some clothes and got dressed in a hurry. She put on a dress that came down a little past her ankles, flowered and strappy, threw on a coat over it and slipped on a pair of heelless sandals. Timothy had taken it upon himself to warn her about all the harm that wearing high shoes while pregnant could cause. He cared about her much more than anyone else. He aside from having his father’s illness on his shoulders, locating any kind of medical answers, surgeries, or treatments, he took the time to look out for her, her health and her child’s. He was the best man she could have in her life.She began to feel her heart racing a little, she didn’t want to see Richard, she didn’t even know why he was there. It had
MelodyOne week laterMelody was getting used to the new rhythm of life, which went hand in hand with her new title of Timothy Giannato’s fiancée, a title that this time was real, she wanted it to be true with all the feelings and love they both deserved and had for each other. Things improved wonderfully between them, the days had passed and now it was only a distant memory the moment when she left the chapel and decided to go back on the agreement, they both had made.She remembered how that night, when she finally managed to tell Timothy how she felt about him, how much she wanted him, how much she loved him. How foolish she was to run away, to not give him
MelodyMelody was petrified, dumbfounded, when she realized that Timothy was in front of her. She couldn’t believe he was there, she arranged with Devina not to cross Timothy’s path, that was the deal, she didn’t understand why he was there, next to a man with dark hair and a mischievous look. One who looked like a cat who just ate a mouse. He seemed to be fulfilled.“Why are you here?” she asked, although something told her, her instinct made her think that, she was a puppet in a play planned by the redhead who was next to her in the elevator.She looked up guessing for a response from her eyes, a confirmation that her doubts were based and made sense.
TimothyTimothy arrived at his apartment after ten o’clock that night, he has been arriving late at night for three days. He went from his apartment to his work and back. He didn’t feel like going out or seeing anyone, he had to put up with all his mother’s rantings and his father’s disagreement with the decisions he made regarding Melody. He was in no mood to put up with the constant complaints about Giannato’s marriage.“She left you at the altar!” his mother had told him the same day of the wedding.“I don’t know what you were thinking marrying a young lady like that,” his father had said, as he poured himself a shot of whiskey. “You could have hit on one
MelodyAfter two difficult nights and almost a third, thanks to her sister’s visit, Melody realized that she made a mistake by running away, by hiding for fear that Timothy would not feel the same way about her.She promised she would help Timothy, but one thing was what her mind accepted and assimilated, and a very different thing was when she arrived at the chapel and felt that everyone was watching her, that people were there because they believed that this union was real, even those people who believed that she was only marrying him for his money, they were not from the same world, but even so, Melody knew what she was getting into when she accepted Timothy’s proposal. She would owe him much more than just a wedding for six months, by not
MelodyMelody had been in Lucy’s studio for three days when the door rang. Her heart leapt in her chest and she was forced to shake her hands and take a deep breath. She couldn’t lose her composure, she told herself as she walked toward the door. Could it be Timothy? Had he realized that she loved him? Had he finally realized that she left because she didn’t know if he loved her?She hasn’t heard from him in three days, not a call, not a text message, nothing to say that he was okay, that he moved on with his life. It hurt her soul to think that he continued as if nothing happened, because she was destroyed, desolate and most of all, she was alone.On several occasions s