"I can't leave Ella. I feel this overwhelming sense of duty toward her, like I can't lose her. Amara had died because I hadn't taken care of her properly." "Oh, Eros. You are more capable than you think. What happened to Amara wasn't your fault. Neither was it Adonis's. You both did everything you
"Where did Adonis go?" Orlanda asked, turning to Bella, who shrugged. "In his room, probably." Bella walked into the kitchen with a fake smile. Orlanda looked at me, her gaze filled with fear and uncertainty. She wanted both Eros and Adonis to be happy. While Eros and I had been working on it, Ado
MARIELLA Orlanda was the first one to spring up from her seat the moment the doctor stepped out of the operation theatre. The doctor didn't even look at her and walked right past us to the end of the hallway before disappearing to where Adonis probably was with a few others. There were men guarding
“I’m so sorry, Mom,” he said, his voice breaking. “But you have to calm down.” Orlanda jolted his hands away with all her strength and stepped away from him, her eyes searing with rage. “Tell me what happened,” she demanded. “Eros has suffered the worst possible concussion. Subdural hematoma—” “B
The people who did this would pay from I had seen from the fire in Adonis's eyes. He would murder those people in the most gruesome way possible. “Do you want to crash in my room?” she asked me. I didn’t want to stay alone, but I couldn’t stay with her. “No, when Adonis gets back, he’ll need you.
MARIELLA I wished I wouldn’t have come. The bright lights and the flowers and everything else made me feel miserable. But above all were the whispers and the pitiful glances. I couldn’t take any of it. If it hadn’t been for Bella, I wouldn’t have been here amid hoards of people. At a reception par
Eros leaned down and whispered something into his niece’s ears that made Alessia smile bigger. Letting go of his hands, she motioned toward her father. Eros, the matchmaker, was back in the room. He wanted nothing more than what I did and that was to see this little family of ours be happy and one
“My sister has a habit of meddling in other people’s matters. I’m sorry for that.” She probably didn’t know who I was, either. Her expressions suddenly fell, and she said with an apologetic look on her face, “I’m sorry if I sound rude, but my coming here wasn’t really a coincidence.” I frowned. “I h