CLARA “It’s in the contract. It clearly states we have to share the bed until my insomnia is resolved. Remember?”I stared at him, unable to believe what I’d just heard. Share a bed? Share a room? With him for the coming nights? Can someone please explain to me why it has to be this way?He didn’t seem fazed by my shock. Instead, he leaned back against the headboard, his bare upper body was on full display. His muscles rippled slightly as he reached for a book on the nightstand, and I quickly averted my eyes, feeling my cheeks heat up. Was it the pregnancy? Hormones, maybe? My heart was pounding, and my face felt warm, too warm. What type of man is he? For now reason, everything about him just makes my heart skip a beat?“I don’t have any pajamas,” I said awkwardly, trying to find an excuse to delay the inevitable. Mateo glanced at me, raised an eyebrow, and tossed a shirt from the foot of the bed. “This will do,” he said simply. I caught the shirt mid-air, staring at it like i
CLARA I stood there, completely frozen, as Lily’s eyes pinned me in place. Her posture screamed arrogance, her gaze still flickering between me and the shirt I was wearing.I was beginning to wonder if her anger was because I was here, or because of the shirt I was putting on, or maybe both."Look, I know you don't like me and definitely don't want me here. But the truth is, I'm just a guest, that's all." I explained.“So, you’re just a guest, huh?” she sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. Obviously she didn't believe me. “Funny, I didn’t know guests wandered into someone else’s house at seven in the morning wearing clothes that don’t belong to them.” I could feel the heat creeping up my face. I wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or anger. “The shirt was given to me,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “It’s just something I wore to sleep in.” She laughed in a mocking way. “Oh, really? And who gave it to you? Mateo? Please.” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Like I sai
CLARA The moment Mateo walked toward me, I felt a wave of relief. His eyes softened as he crouched down, reaching out to help me to my feet. “Clara, are you okay?” he asked, a hint of concern stained in his voice.I nodded slowly, brushing my hands against my dress to steady myself. “I’m fine,” I replied, though I wasn’t. My stomach still churned with pain.His gaze shifted from me to Lily, “What exactly happened, Lily?”"She pushed me." I told him.Lily was quick to respond, crossing her arms and putting on an innocent face. “She spilled coffee all over me and then tripped. I didn’t touch her,” I didn't know this lady was all sweet talking.I opened my mouth to protest, but the butler interrupted, stepping forward. “It all happened so quickly, sir,” he said. “All I know is Miss Clara did hand over the coffee first.” I stared at the butler in disbelief. He had seen everything. He had seen how she had rudely spoken to me, he had to have noticed her little shove. But he wasn’t going
CLARA Mateo’s question about my family had left me unsettled, but I couldn’t let him see that. I wondered why he had suddenly asked me that. Did he suddenly grow interested to know my profile?I wasn't quick to respond, I chose my words carefully, hiding away the darkest parts of my past where they belonged—out of sight. “I grew up in a church,” I said softly, fiddling with the hem of Mateo’s shirt that I was still wearing. “After… everything that happened, the church became my refuge. It was where I found stability, even when nothing else made sense.” He kept staring at me with an unreadable expression that made me almost wonder if he was actually listening to me. “What do you mean by ‘everything that happened’?” I hesitated before forcing a small smile. “You know, losing my parents. After that, I moved in with my aunt and uncle. The church helped a lot. They made sure I had what I needed to get by.” I could feel his gaze, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle I wasn
LUCAThe night started like any other, just me, Dominic, and the kind of comfort you find when you don’t ask too many questions. Dominic and I weren’t the kind of pair that shared dinner or discussed our pasts. We had an arrangement—nothing more, nothing less. I met him two weeks ago, a chance encounter at a bar. One look, one drink, and the next thing I knew, we were tangled in sheets. It wasn’t love, but it didn’t need to be. Dominic was a puzzle I didn’t feel the need to solve. But tonight, everything changed. I was on a routine hospital run, dropping off supplies to a friend who worked the night shift, when I saw them—Dominic and a few other men, being wheeled in on stretchers. Blood. So much blood. “Dominic?” The name escaped my lips before I could stop it. He didn’t see me, his head lolling to the side as nurses rushed him toward the emergency room. His shirt was soaked in crimson, almost looking like he had lost his entire blood.“What happened to him?” I grabbed a
CLARA“I… I don’t know, it could be. Who knows?” I stammered, still trying to make sense out of this.If this so-called Dominic is truly the father, then does that mean there’s a little hope for me? Would he be willing to accept our child? Would he be a good father and not the kind that brought trouble for his home? As much as I wanted to believe there was hope, I felt a bit disturbed.My mind was clouded with thoughts that I found it difficult to concentrate. This was actually the first time in years I felt this confused to make the right decision for something so dear to me. Somehow, I felt meeting Dominic was meeting the end of my child. No!I was brought back to the present when Lucaa snapped her fingers at me. I looked at her, then sighed. If only she knows what I was mentally going through, she would have given me more time to figure things out.“You’ve been out for minutes now. Do you realize how long I’ve been calling your name?” I could see the frown on her face and the hint
CLARAI couldn’t get myself to sleep, so I stayed awake throughout the night. Mateo was troubled, and the frustration in the way he breathed was suffocating. Not quite long after the call, he stormed out of the room like I wasn’t even there.I wanted to call Lucaa, to tell her what I think about Dominic, but when I checked the time, it was too late to make calls. “I’ll definitely tell her tomorrow.” I thought to myself.Morning came just as I expected. Mateo had left the house sooner, the case on ground wasn’t something he could let go. However, his concern could mean two things, either he didn’t want to lose Dominic, or just the fact that it’s something about the mafia world: “Never to watch your family die without a cause.”Then I met Lily sitting in the dining. Could there ever be a time I wouldn’t have to meet her like this? Especially not in the morning?For the first time, she didn’t seem interested in me. She only looked at me for the briefest second, shook her head, and contin
CLARADisappointed!That’s all I could feel right now, and if there was any word other than that, that’s how I feel. I was one step closer to finding the truth, just one step, and everything crumbled.“Urgh!” I grunted, slapping my forehead. “Come on, Clara, you went too far.”Maybe I thought too much. Maybe I was too quick to jump to a conclusion, maybe I should have thought even harder before thinking the necklace was Mateo’s. I sat back on the couch, staring at my tea. I had lost the appetite to drink it anymore, the reason I had stayed up this late was ruined.I quickly phoned Lucaa, thankfully she was awake to answer. “Clara, any news?” she asked. “Were you able to find out?”I shook my head as if she were here with me “You’re right, Lucaa, I had the dumbest idea ever.” I hated myself for even thinking my assumption was right this whole time.“I… I don’t think I understand what you’re trying to say.” She said, “You mean Mateo isn’t the real owner of the necklace?”“He’s just retu
CLARA When I woke up, I was in a dimly lit room, tied to a chair. Lily was beside me, her hands bound and her face pale with fear. “Clara,” she whispered. “What’s happening?” I shook my head, trying to clear the fog in my mind. “I don’t know,” I said quietly. “But we’ll get out of this, Lily. I promise.” "You promise?" She scoffed. "You brought us into this mess, Clara. We're here because of your carelessness."I looked at her. "I asked you to run, didn't I?""Are you trying to put the blame on me now?" She snapped. “Weren't you the one who said it's a meeting with your friend? The last time I checked, you didn't mention anything about your uncle and his men.”I shook my head. "I'm not blaming anyone." I explained. "And this isn't the time to blame anyone either."Uncle Mark’s laughter echoed from somewhere nearby, sending chills down my spine. “Welcome to the real world, ladies,” he said, stepping into the light. Lily's breathing increased and I feared she was going to explo
CLARA The drive felt longer than usual, with the quiet hum of the car and my restless thoughts. I didn't want to come, but the urgency in the text was something I couldn't ignore. Worse, it had to do with aunt Maggie.I'd look at Lily with my side eyes after every six seconds. Her mind and focus was on the road, like she didn't notice I was in the car with her. The calmness of the atmosphere felt uncomfortable so I suddenly wanted her to say something. Even if it were a curse word."You didn't give me a location," She said, and I was grateful she did ask because I forgot to mention it."Uhm..." I searched my message box, trying to recall the location Lucaa had sent me. "Bella Luna." I told her."I thought you said it was an emergency for your aunt," She glanced at me for a second before staring at the road. "What are you doing in a restaurant?""I did say it's concerning my aunt, I never said I wanted to see her." She looked at me again, "I'm going to meet my friend concerning my aun
CLARA“She’s pregnant with your child, Mateo. You need to father up!”I stood frozen outside the study door, my breath caught in my throat. I had no idea what to do, if I should run or just keep listening. However, my curiosity wouldn’t let me leave so soon.“I’ve already done what you said,” I heard him say. “I went with her today, and I’ll go with her again whenever I can.” There was a pause before his mother responded. “Good. That’s the least you can do, Mateo. She’s carrying your child, and she needs your support.” I didn’t hear what he said next because my mind was already spinning. So that’s why he showed up today. It wasn’t because he wanted to; it was because his mother told him to. The joy I’d felt earlier began to slip away, replaced by a heavy weight in my chest. I stepped back quietly, careful not to make a sound, and went to my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my hands. The earlier warmth I’d felt, thinking Mateo had come because he cared, now felt like a
CLARAI always visited the clinic twice every month. It was the second time of the month and I feel so lonely to be here. Lucaa was supposed to drive me here like she always does, but work seems to get the better part of her while I had to get my ass all the way here myself.The waiting room wasn’t as crowded today. I sat quietly, with my hands resting on my growing belly, staring at the wall clock as if willing the time to move faster. The door to the clinic swung open, and I barely glanced up. It wasn’t until I heard a familiar voice that I froze. “Clara,” Mateo called and my eyes flew open. He didn’t say anything about showing up.I turned in disbelief, and there he was, striding toward me like he owned the place. His presence was impossible to ignore, even in the plainest suit. “Mateo?” I asked, standing slowly. “What are you doing here?” He stopped in front of me with his hands in his pockets, looking calm but serious. “I’m here for your appointment.” I blinked at him, compl
CLARAI’ve always thought with everyday that passes by, I was a step closer to finding the truth. However, I was wrong, I was never anyway closer. To make matters worse, life with Lily haven’t been pretty so far. It keeps getting bitter by day, and for a thousand reason, I just wanted to escape her life.But as long as she’s here, that was one impossible thing I can ever get.The morning sun streamed through the windows of the villa as I stepped into the dinning room. Lily was already there, sitting at the head of the table as though she owned the place. Her perfectly styled hair and her tailored dress gave her an air of superiority that she never failed to wield against me.“Good morning,” I greeted softly, constantly reminding myself who she was to Mateo. A childhood savior as he said.Lily barely glanced at me. “You’re late,” she said curtly, sipping her tea. “Breakfast is almost over.”I bit back a sigh and moved to pour myself a cup of coffee. “I didn’t know there was a set time,
MATEOThe office was quiet except for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall, and the low hum of the ceiling fan mixed with the faint crackle of my cigar as I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the city lights glowing outside the window. It’s been a rough week, and I had barely had a good night’s sleep. Even with Clara lying next to me, I couldn’t get myself to close my eyes. Maybe that’s because I feel defeatedI softly tapped my fingers on my desk, letting my mind swirl through countless thoughts I couldn’t get myself to think of. They were just too much that I could barely focus.A knock broke the silence, snapping me out of my thoughts.“Come in,” I said, without asking who it was.The door opened, and three of my men stepped inside. They stood straight and saluted me. I could tell from the seriousness on their face that they had something important for me.“Boss,” one of them said, stepping forward.“What is it?” I asked, taking a slow puff from my cigar.Marco hesita
LILYI was so thirsty and needed something to drink. It was my routine to always have a glass of water or soft drinks with me in my room before I went to bed, but for some reasons I couldn’t tell why I forgot this time.I left my room to the kitchen, then, I began to hear faint voices., and they were two of them. I recognized one to be the butler’s voice, while the other was… Clara? What was she still doing out here by this time of the night? And what’s with the whispering voices I hear?I hid in a corner, stressing my ears to hear what they were discussing. I couldn’t get what it was they were talking about, but I sure did hear her mention a ‘cross’. What cross could they be talking about, that of the De Luca family?If that’s so, what’s her business with the cross and its significance? Well, I’ll get to know what it was with the whispering voice as soon as she’s out of here.I heard footsteps retreating from the kitchen and heading toward the staircase. I needed to hide myself or sh
CLARADisappointed!That’s all I could feel right now, and if there was any word other than that, that’s how I feel. I was one step closer to finding the truth, just one step, and everything crumbled.“Urgh!” I grunted, slapping my forehead. “Come on, Clara, you went too far.”Maybe I thought too much. Maybe I was too quick to jump to a conclusion, maybe I should have thought even harder before thinking the necklace was Mateo’s. I sat back on the couch, staring at my tea. I had lost the appetite to drink it anymore, the reason I had stayed up this late was ruined.I quickly phoned Lucaa, thankfully she was awake to answer. “Clara, any news?” she asked. “Were you able to find out?”I shook my head as if she were here with me “You’re right, Lucaa, I had the dumbest idea ever.” I hated myself for even thinking my assumption was right this whole time.“I… I don’t think I understand what you’re trying to say.” She said, “You mean Mateo isn’t the real owner of the necklace?”“He’s just retu
CLARAI couldn’t get myself to sleep, so I stayed awake throughout the night. Mateo was troubled, and the frustration in the way he breathed was suffocating. Not quite long after the call, he stormed out of the room like I wasn’t even there.I wanted to call Lucaa, to tell her what I think about Dominic, but when I checked the time, it was too late to make calls. “I’ll definitely tell her tomorrow.” I thought to myself.Morning came just as I expected. Mateo had left the house sooner, the case on ground wasn’t something he could let go. However, his concern could mean two things, either he didn’t want to lose Dominic, or just the fact that it’s something about the mafia world: “Never to watch your family die without a cause.”Then I met Lily sitting in the dining. Could there ever be a time I wouldn’t have to meet her like this? Especially not in the morning?For the first time, she didn’t seem interested in me. She only looked at me for the briefest second, shook her head, and contin