A woman must have certain things clear before confessing to have committed a murder, been unfaithful, told a lie, or committed a betrayal. She simply had to find better ways to say it, and in that sense, Melody could only think that she had betrayed Timothy Giannato.
While she knew absolutely nothing about him, she didn’t know if he was wise or intelligent, she didn’t know how hard he had worked to keep his company, she didn’t know if he was a bad man, if he told me that someone had done him wrong. The only thing Melody did know was that this Italian had shown up at the coffee shop, and when her eyes fell on him, the tranquility and security that she had not felt for so long, seized her. But at the same time, she felt the nerves and uneasiness, as if it was the first time a man had ever looked at her.
*Timothy*The woman was a mess, her hair was tied up in a bun that reached almost to her forehead, her eyes were a little puffy and Timothy was immediately concerned, even though she had left his apartment a little embarrassed, he didn’t think she was that affected by the fact that he had taken the audacity to take her home when she fainted.He just acted on impulse after Troy had told him she just needed to rest and get something to eat.He caught himself getting in the car and telling Clark to take them to his penthouse.It was amazing how someone trying to help another person made them feel offended and, in that case, Timothy was incredibly surprised, no one had ever refused help from him, it always had a positive ef
MelodyMelody stayed in the kitchen while she changed her mind about the coffee and poured water to make herself a chamomile tea, it was either that or just drink the hot water. The kitchen was practically empty, in the cupboard there were only a few boxes of colored cereal, which she loathed, and some canned peach juice, one of the many things that made her vomit. Lucy had again forgotten to go to the grocery store a few blocks from the apartment. Her friend could be as good as she wanted, but when it came to organization and shopping, she was awful. It wasn’t the first time she’d been to Lucy’s, only this time she’d definitely lived there, even though things weren’t exactly going well, she’d be incredibly grateful for the opportunity to let her stay at her place for a while, until she knew what to do with her baby and her life in gener
*Melody*Melody couldn’t remember the last time she felt completely relaxed since she found out she was expecting a child. She didn’t understand how she had fallen into accepting lunch with Timothy, she was getting sick just thinking about having to find something to wear to see him. Well, she did understand, she realized that she had no money, nor was the best circumstance to be expecting a child. She must have been aware that she found a way, although not quite easy, it was a valid way. She did not stop to think about the pros and cons of the situation that lay ahead. She could handle anything.He had been right to warn her to be careful to dress appropriately. Melody didn’t know how being proper meant in Timothy’s world, much less for circling fancy places, like the ones she was sure he was used to.
TimothyTimothy looked at the picture and wanted to break the head of the detective who was taking a drink of whiskey in front of him.Undoubtedly it was her, the woman who captivated him in just a few minutes, the one who stood up for every single comment he said to her. He fell into her diabolical game without realizing it, without calculating or analyzing it.Timothy vowed to himself never again to fall for any other woman, after Gia cheated on him, he fell for Melody, and she betrayed him.But he would make her regret it.He looked at the photograph again, there were more than twenty of them, the man was extreme with his work. The detective took out more than six to start with
*Melody*Melody arrived at the restaurant as she agreed with Timothy an hour before.The change of plan was good for her because it gave her time to control the nerves that were driving her crazy.A million unanswered questions were beginning to formulate in her brain.Was she really considering marrying a complete stranger?She couldn’t deny the attraction she immediately felt, she couldn’t lie, that Italian must have a magnet for women, and she was no exception. She fell round at his feet, proof of that were the two kisses they enjoyed and savored, which left her aroused all night and part of the early morning. She had wet dreams, fantasies where Timot
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
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