I let the video play and sat back. The surveillance camera was in one corner of the room, considering the angle of the video. Three days before my initiation, the date and time below showed. He had shot the footage beforehand. Elias had waited for me to decline the initiation before he had attempted
Elias’s jaw tightened, but he ignored her. He hauled my sister to the bed and growled, “Strip!” “She won’t strip.” Zia rushed next to them and jerked Elias’s hands off of Amara. Elias closed his eyes and breathed, “Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough.” Glaring at Zia and Amara, he admitted, “I will do a
BELLA “Mama?” Alessia’s voice echoed down the stairs and I peeked out of the kitchen, only to catch her hastening down the stairs. “Careful,” I voiced and placed the plate with toast and jam on the island. Alessia’s thudding steps sounded and the next thing I knew, she had her arms wrapped around
“You’re doing well around him,” I said, taking a seat on the couch. She finally looked at me with her brows arched. “Why wouldn’t I do well around him?” I lifted my shoulders. “Because he’s not doing well around you?” Her head twisted. She didn’t enjoy discussing the matter, and as much as I resp
"I don't think so." "Bells,” Matteo pressed, sounding quite persistent. I couldn’t help but guess what the matter could’ve been. Bella sighed. "Fine! I'll be far away and listening." She hadn’t joked about being far away as she took a seat by the steps of the stairs. As soon as Matteo’s eyes met
A normal life. I had never wanted kids because that was something I could never offer. But standing in a place where I had just discovered I had a daughter, I didn’t care if she couldn’t have a normal life. I could offer her the best life she could have. “But when the time came to give her up, I wa
BELLA To say I was nervous was the least. I was having a full-blown panic attack. Adonis had accepted the truth and wanted to see her, which made me the happiest, despite my fears. I had thought confronting Adonis would be the hardest, but here I was, in front of Alessia’s door, thinking of how to
“He wasn’t protecting my daughter. He was protecting his niece.” I was grateful to him. “Eight years, Domenico.” I didn’t need to say anything more. Dom understood and nodded curtly. Chattering voices reached my ears, and I sprang up to my feet. My stare moved back to the mezzanine floor again. Bel