Chapter 30Annalisa Cristiano has got to be kidding me!I hadn’t asked for all this attention… I just wanted him to be a little more thoughtful, maybe to surprise me with a small gesture. But as I stood on set, watching a mobile café drive in with a huge banner that read, “In honor of Don Cristiano Morano,” I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. This gesture of his wasn’t subtle or romantic—it was over-the-top, and in front of everyone!Everyone’s eyes darted from me to the café, and some of the crew even started cheering. I was the center of attraction in Cristiano's way of showing how supportive could be. I wanted to appreciate it—I really wanted to, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he had done this for more of his own amusement than for me.The barista held up a megaphone, his voice booming over the crowd cheers as he spoke, “In honor of Don Cristiano Morano, we are here to treat you to coffee!”People started pushing past one another as they made their way to the c
Chapter 31 Annalisa On our drive home, my phone buzzed in my hands, interrupting me from overthinking about the drama that was about to unfold at home. I picked up my phone and saw that it was a private number calling. I hesitated for a moment, trying to think of who could be calling me with a private number. With no one I could assume it as, I almost rejected it. I was about to, really, but I swiped it the wrong way and the call ended.“Hello?” I said, my voice colder than I intended.“Hello, Annalisa. It’s me, Daniella.”Daniella? My pulse quickened, and an instinctive wave of anger surged through me. It was Cristiano’s ex. What could she possibly want from me?“I wanted to let you know that Cristiano is with me. He’s drunk, and my car isn’t in good condition. Can you come over?” Daniella’s tone was apologetic, maybe even sincere, but I couldn’t help but grit my teeth at the absurdity of it all.I felt the urge to hang up. Why was Cristiano with her? I should really end the call i
Chapter 32Annalisa I wanted to take Cristiano into his room, use it as an opportunity to finally uncover whatever secrets he kept hidden there, but as I stood outside the elevator door, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Cristiano wouldn't like it when he finds out. The mysteries could wait. For now, he needed me, not suspicion.With Buddy’s help, we laid him on my bed. He was limp and heavy, but I managed to prop him up long enough to remove his clothes, leaving him only in his underwear. As Buddy left, I tucked Cristiano under the blanket, watching his eyes flutter shut as he sank deeper into sleep. The hard lines on his face, the ones that made him appear as if he was constantly calculating his next move, relaxed for once. He looked peaceful, almost ordinary.I found myself sitting by the edge of the bed, my fingers brushing back the dark hair that had fallen over his forehead. Cristiano shifted slightly, his lips parting as he muttered something incoherent before settling into si
Chapter 33CristianoAnnalisa saw that side of me she shouldn't have. I might have shown that broken part of me to Daniella, but Annalisa… it was especially her that shouldn't have seen me that way. I was meant to be her protector, the strong and unbreakable Don she would always look up too. But I had failed, and she had been there to watch me that way.When I woke up to see her curled up on her couch at midnight, I knew at once that she must have fallen asleep while looking after me like I was some pitiful baby. After transferring her into her bed, I made sure to avoid any area close to her.Thinking she would still be asleep, I finally decided to see the morning light, so I stepped downstairs. But when our eyes met, I felt ashamed. I couldn't face her; every glance she had thrown at me felt like she could see through the crack holes in me that I was trying to patch.Now that I stood in the garden, trying to clear my head, Annalisa called out my name. She had followed me; Annalisa wa
Chapter 34AnnalisaWeeks Later…After a lot of applause and handshakes, the day finally came to an end. I was standing close to the parking lot outside the theater, counting every second as I waited for him. Today had been exhilarating; it was the last day of filming, and everything had gone perfectly. But what really made my heart race throughout the day was knowing that Cristiano would be the one to take me home tonight.I kept glancing around the parking lot, barely able to contain the excitement bubbling in me until finally, I saw his car pull up close to me. My chest tightened in that familiar way when I saw him step out of the car with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he caught sight of me. Once he came over, Cristiano greeted me with a quick peck on my cheek, and I couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around him to pull him close.“How was your last day of filming, superstar?” he murmured, his fingers running through my hair in a way that made me feel cherished
Chapter 35CristianoDamn it, the day had gone far too well for things to turn sour now. I noticed the shift in Annalisa’s mood almost immediately. The way she avoided my eyes, the quiet, distant responses… they were enough to make it obvious that my words had hit a sore spot in her. It had felt satisfying moments ago when I reminded her about the boundaries she needed to remember—but now, as I watched her in silence on the drive to the fashion house, I had to admit that I was worried.I told myself she would get over it; after all, Annalisa ought to know better. But there was this voice in my head—this melancholic voice told me I had done wrong by reminding her right after we had a mind-blowing fuck. Now, she barely looked in my direction. Annalisa was very lost in her own deep thoughts, staring out the window, and refusing to talk.When we pulled up in front of the fashion house that had a luxurious high-rise with its name glittering in gold letters, I took a moment to collect mysel
Chapter 36AnnalisaThe fashion house felt like stepping into another world, all sleek dresses and luxurious fabrics draped over mannequins that poised perfectly. Soft music played in the background, and everything smelled faintly of rose and something musky that I couldn’t quite place. The staff was polite, almost overly so, treating me as though I was some precious, delicate material they couldn’t afford to mishandle.I tried to put on a calm face as they fluttered around me, asking for my measurements and directing me toward the changing area. Cristiano watched me from a few steps away, his eyes lingering on my every move. His gaze felt heavy, almost possessive, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself.One of the assistants held up a navy-blue gown, her eyes lighting up as she explained its details. “This one would suit you perfectly, Mrs. Morano,” she said, practically beaming as she handed it to me.The fabric was cool and silky to the touch, and as I ran my fingers over it, I co
Chapter 37AnnalisaDespite the vibrant party atmosphere, with its dazzling lights, lively chatter, and stylish guests, I felt like an outcast in the midst of it all. Everyone seemed to flow effortlessly through the room, fitting into their roles, but I still felt like I was trying to remember my lines. Thankfully, Cristiano was by my side, his hand reassuringly wrapped around mine as he squeezed gently. Every now and then, he would flash me a look that said he knew I could do this—and as strange as it felt, I believed him.Cristiano handed me a glass of juice while holding an Irish whiskey for himself, the amber liquid catching the lights as he took a small sip. His confidence radiated like a shield, and it helped calm the nerves simmering inside me. We made our way through the crowd to the host of the party, an older man Cristiano introduced as his late Uncle's friend. He was seated on a plush golden sofa, draped in a tuxedo that seemed as worn as it was fine.Beside him sat his you
Chapter 54AnnalisaIf there was one thing about the internet, it was that it never forgets. Like, ‘never ever’ forgets. You could sneeze in public, and ten minutes later, there would be a skit remix of it going viral with the caption, “Bless you, queen.” So yeah, my little “I’m married” moment on the livestream? That had the world laughing their asses out.There were memes, reaction videos, articles, and even some random guy claiming to be my husband for clout. Let him just fear the return of Cristiano from wherever he zoned off to. And my DMs? They were a complete circus. People alternated between congratulating me and asking where Cristiano had been lately. The cherry on top was a tweet that said, “Giovanni got married in the group project and didn’t even get picked as a partner.” Hilarious. Truly.And now, my flu-ridden self was dragging through another day on set, my nose redder than a stop sign, on the verge of losing the very last iota of my patience. Every time I sneezed, my m
Chapter 53AnnalisaYou know that thing your brain does when it reminds you that you were a trash person for forgetting something important? Yeah, that was where I was at. I swore I wanted to be worried about Cristiano’s health. Like, I even mentally bookmarked the idea of texting or calling Ricardo—Cristiano’s right hand man and tech guy with a gun—but, you know, life happened. Or rather, Giovanni happened. And when Giovanni happened, he happened hard.Take today, for example. I was on set, trying to nail a scene where I was supposed to look effortlessly glamorous while fake-sipping coffee in a ridiculously overpriced designer dress, and suddenly—boom—there he was. Giovanni, with his stupidly perfect hair, his stupidly cocky smirk, and his stupidly loud cheer team.Yup, you heard that right. An effing cheer team!They burst into the studio like they were storming the gates of hell, holding this obnoxious banner that read: GO ANNALISA! THE STAR OF MY HEART! I could feel my soul leave
Chapter 52AnnalisaThe funniest thing about forbidden places was that they scream at you to explore them. And tonight? That scream was practically deafening. Stepping out of the elevator and onto Cristiano's forbidden floor, I felt like I was breaking into Area 51, except instead of aliens, I was probably about to uncover some deep, dark mafia secrets.The lights overhead shining from the ceiling were dim, casting the massive space in this moody black-and-white vibe that was so… Cristiano. Everything was perfect, simple, and cool, like a luxury penthouse straight out of a Pinterest board titled “Rich Villain Aesthetic.” There was no clutter, no personality really—just sharp lines, sleek surfaces, and black and white of everything.At the far end of the room, a small gym area sat tucked in the corner. There was a punching bag swinging slightly like it had recently been used, a treadmill that looked more like art than workout equipment, and a rack of weights neatly arranged by size. Ne
Chapter 51AnnalisaSeriously, what in the world was my mom thinking? “Forgive your sister,” she said, not in those exact words but her eyes did. Ha! Over my dead, unrecognizable, burnt-to-ashes body. Forgive Bianca? The same sister who drugged me and practically pushed me into the bed of a random stranger like I was part of some weird human auction service? Yeah, sure, let me just grab my Nobel Peace Prize while I was at it.I sat there fuming in the back seat of my blacked-out SUV, the vents blasting AC on my face, but somehow, I was still burning up. How could my mom even think I would forgive Bianca? My blood sister—the one person who was supposed to protect me, have my back, be my only friend, and, I don’t know, not ruin my life—literally set me up like I meant nothing to her. And for what? So she could run back to Giovanni, the guy who couldn’t keep it in his pants long enough to remember her name?God, the audacity of that woman. If betrayal had a face, it would be Bianca’s smu
Chapter 50AnnalisaIf bad decisions had a scent, it would be whatever cologne Aunt Catherine was wearing when she opened her apartment door. I perceived a mixture of vanilla, desperation, and "I’m a single mother trying my best," and it hit me like a punch to the face as I stood there in my oversized hoodie, clutching a Starbucks coffee cup like it was the only thing holding me together.“You came,” she said, looking more shocked than pleased.“Yeah, don’t get too excited,” I replied, stepping inside before she could invite me. I wasn’t here for her warm hugs or her recycled wisdom. I was here for my mom.The apartment smelled like lemon-scented floor cleaner and freshly baked bread, and I hated how cozy it felt. Cozy meant safe. Cozy meant “you can trust me,” and Catherine had never been that for me. Not when I was a kid, and certainly not now.My mom sat on the couch, wearing one of her old knitted sweaters and looking so small I almost didn’t recognize her. She glanced up, her eye
Chapter 49AnnalisaIt started with a shot. Not a vaccine—I wish. A vodka shot, courtesy of Bree, who shoved the glass into my hand with the energy of a woman who thought alcohol could solve all the world’s problems."Down it!" she cheered, her perfectly manicured nails waving me on like a race starter. The crowd around us cheered their approval, some holding their phones up to record what I was sure would end up on Instagram by morning.I hesitated, staring at the clear liquid like it might come alive and bite me. “I don’t know if I’m drunk enough to get drunk yet.”Bree rolled her eyes, her grin widening. “That’s the point, dummy. Now drink!”So, I did. It burned going down—so hot and sharp, like swallowing a tiny sun. My throat felt like they were on fire, but before I could even finish wincing, Bree was thrusting another glass into my hand."To Annalisa," she declared, raising her own glass high. "The star, the legend, the only person I know who can look this hot after dodging Gio
Chapter 48AnnalisaMac and cheese for dinner? Classy, I know. But don’t judge me—comfort food fixes everything, or so they say. But, spoiler: it doesn’t. It’s just cheese and carbs pretending to be therapy.After scraping the last cheesy bits from my plate, I ditched the dishes for later. I mean, who actually has the energy to become an adult after the day I’d had? Not me. Instead, I dragged myself to the bathroom, craving the only thing that might save me from losing it all—a hot shower.Stepping under the stream of water, I let it wash away the day, the drama, the existential crisis that seemed to be my new normal. The steam blurred the edges of everything, and for a moment, I felt... lighter. Safer. Until my thoughts betrayed me.‘Cristiano.’His name hit me like a wave, knocking the air from my lungs. It started as a flicker, a memory of his smile—sharp enough to disarm but soft enough to melt you. Then it was his voice, the way he used to scold me for not eating enough food, his
Chapter 47AnnalisaThe next day arrived so quickly, almost like an unexpected slap in the face. Because I wasn’t ready. My mood was trash, my patience felt like they didn't exist, and my energy? Let’s just say it took everything I had not to throw my alarm clock across the room. But life doesn’t wait for meltdowns, and apparently, neither do contracts. So there I was, dragging my tired self to the building where my next big acting role awaited me. Yay, career moves. Boo, life falling apart.I kept my shades on and my face blank as Bree and Buddy, my “support system,” flanked me like bodyguards. Except, I wasn’t feeling supported. I was feeling... off. The Giovanni situation from last night still clung to me like a bad smell on a fabric, and the fact that Cristiano was still MIA? Yeah, that wasn’t helping.“Wait for me at the car,” I told them after we had wrapped up the paperwork. My voice sounded flat, even to my own ears. Bree raised a brow but didn’t argue. Buddy gave me a little
Chapter 46 Annalisa I pushed Giovanni away. I pushed him slightly harder than I meant to, but I couldn’t help it. The confusion was messing with my head and the anger that boiled up in me was so hot that all I could think was ‘this can’t happen’. I stepped back, wiping away the remnants of my tears, trying to gather whatever little bit of control I had left.“We can’t be friends, Giovanni,” I said, my voice a little shakier than I wanted it to be. “We can’t.”His face dropped, and for a second, I almost felt bad for him. But no. I couldn’t go back to my past. Not after everything. He called after me as I turned away, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of turning back. The door slammed shut behind me, and I heard him say something from the other side.“You think I’m going to give up on us? You think this is over? Annalisa, I’m going to prove to you that I’m ready. I’m ready for us again. I swear.”“There's no ‘us’, Giovanni…” I whispered to myself in a shaky breath.His words h