Chapter 7
Annalisa
I could barely remember the details of what happened after Cristiano led me to this huge bedroom that was now mine. He had left to answer a call and I sat on the queen-sized bed to rest for a moment, but before I knew it, I fell into the warm embrace of sleep. Now, with a stretch of my hands, I sat up only to find myself surrounded by five women in maid uniform. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. I knew Cristiano was so rich, but who wakes up to five women waiting to dress them like some kind of royal?
I almost thought I did something wrong, but before I could get out of the bed, the head maid, who looked a few years older than me, stepped forward to stop me. “We’ve picked your outfit for today, ma’am,” she said in a very calm voice. “We’re ready to dress you.”
“I can do it myself,” I mumbled quickly, scrambling to pull the sheet closer to my chest. “And I don’t need to be dressed up… I have nowhere to go.”
It was as though my protest had gone in one of her ears and out of the other, she didn't seem unmoved by what I said at all. “This is how it’s done here, ma'am.”
Cristiano's world was nothing close to mine. I didn't even have the right to dress myself? What was this? I wasn’t used to it, and I could never get used to being naked in front of strangers, but I knew arguing would be pointless. I sighed, trying to swallow the discomfort that was tingling up my spine.
The head maid seemed to notice my discomfort, and with a brief glance at the other maids, she dismissed them all. “I’ll handle it,” she said softly.
“Thank you,” I whispered, relief washing over me like a wave.
I moved toward the bathroom, but to my surprise, she was following behind me. “I… I don’t need help in there either,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m not some princess in a royal household.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Cristiano likes his women clean.”
I felt a chill run down my spine. I knew I had given him permission to control my life, but what kind of man insists on controlling every little detail like that? Only a weirdo! It was becoming clearer that living here was going to be much harder than I had thought. Resisting would only lead to more awkwardness, so I gave in and climbed into the bathtub, sinking into the bubbles and allowing the warm water to relieve my tired body. I thought she was only going to watch from the side in case I might fall, but I stiffened when I felt a soft sponge run through my back.
“What’s your name?” I asked, desperate for some kind of conversation to distract from the fact that I was being bathed by a stranger.
“Grace,” she answered simply.
“Does Cristiano… get bathed like this too?” I regretted asking the moment the words left my lips.
I couldn't see her, but I knew Grace nodded. “Yes.”
There was this strange pain in my chest when I heard that one word. I wasn't sure if it was sadness, but all I knew was that I didn't like the feeling. Of course, as his wife, I wasn’t allowed in his room. But now someone else was touching him, cleaning him… the thought bothered me more than it should have.
Grace seemed to notice my silence and added, “He had a favorite maiden who did it for him.”
“Had?” I repeated.
“Yes,” she continued in a straightforward tone. “About two days ago, he wasn't his usual self, and he sent her away because she had gotten the temperature of his bath wrong.”
A giggle escaped my lips before I could stop it. So that’s all it took? I couldn’t help but find some kind satisfaction in knowing he wasn’t as flawless as he tried to appear. The man who controlled almost everything still had a childish impatience. Interesting.
When the bath was over, Grace led me to the closet, where I was shocked to see that every dress inside fit me perfectly. It wasn’t just the dresses, but the shoes too. They were all exactly my size.
“How did you know?” I asked, turning to Grace.
“Mr. Cristiano gave us your sizes,” she replied.
Of course, he did. Was there anything unknown to him? I didn't think so. He was Cristiano Morano after all.
After Grace finished helping me into a dress that made me look better than I had felt in days, we headed downstairs for breakfast. As I entered the dining room, Cristiano was already there, sitting at the head of the table with his attention fully on the newspaper he had in his hands. His black-trousered legs were crossed, and a cup of coffee was set in front of him. He looked like the perfect model for the front cover of a magazine. The outline of his muscular arms in the black shirt he wore and the silver cross chain resting on his chest that matched his gray eyes made something move in me.
I stopped in my tracks, stunned by how effortlessly handsome he was. My heart fluttered, and I quickly scolded myself internally. Get a grip, Annalisa.
“You’re going to keep standing there?” His voice cut through my thoughts. “You’re hindering the maid from doing her job.”
It was only then I noticed a maid standing behind me, waiting for me to descend the stairs so she could sweep away whatever dirt I had carried. I wonder how I could get used to this. With an awkward clear of my throat, I muttered a quick “Good morning,” but he didn’t respond. His focus remained on the newspaper as he sipped his coffee.
The table was set once I had my seat, but only my side had food. I frowned, glancing at him. “Aren’t you hungry?”
“I’m not the one who needs to stuff my face,” he said, still not looking up from the paper. “Help yourself. It’s all yours.”
“Well, don’t mind if I do!” I responded cheerfully, though a part of me hated how cheeky he was. Being an actress came with a strict diet that I couldn't avoid. It was always vegetables and fewer calories, but today, I figured I deserve a break. I reached for the roasted turkey, only for a maid to step forward and cut it for me.
“I’m not a baby,” I snapped, pulling the knife from the maid’s hands. “I can do basic things myself.”
Cristiano’s eyes briefly met mine from his newspaper. “Why stress yourself when someone else can do it for you?”
“Sometimes there’s fun in the stress,” I shot back, feeling frustrated. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not comfortable living this kind of life. I need my privacy. I can bathe myself. I can feed myself.”
He finally looked at me with an emotionless expression. “Fine. Do as you please.”
I breathed a sigh of relief as he dismissed the maids. At last, I was free of their uncomfortable presence. As I began to devour the meal in front of me, a thought struck me. “You know…” I began.
Cristiano interrupted with a very sarcastic voice. “Weren’t you taught table manners as a kid?”
I glared at him, frustrated by his constant criticism. “Why are you so uptight?”
“I’m going to laugh if you choke,” he said, folding the newspaper and setting it aside. His legs uncrossed as he leaned forward, folding his arms across his chest. His gray eyes bore into mine, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
“I’m not going to choke,” I muttered, feeling heat rise to my face.
Cristiano’s lips twisted into a smirk, but he said nothing. “By the way, how did you know my clothing sizes? I'm not that popular to have my personal details all over the internet.”
He chuckled darkly, his gaze still on mine. “Oh, baby girl,” Cristiano said in a dangerously low voice. “I remember what I touched.”
Chapter 8Cristiano I tried my best not to let my eyes linger on her too long as I watched Annalisa from behind my newspaper. She was adjusting to this new life, I could tell, but what she didn’t realize was that I was adjusting too. It took every bit of restraint in me not to close the distance between us and bend her over the table, claiming her right then and there. Her innocence, boldness, and her beauty were what I really liked about her. Each time I caught a glimpse of those blue eyes, something in me that I had no control over always stirred. She wasn’t supposed to have this kind of effect on me. Marrying her was strategic, nothing more. But every time I looked at her, the temptation to take things further itches me. Watching her eat alone brought this kind of odd satisfaction to me. Her presence filled the room even when we were silent. I was the kind of man who enjoyed control, but somehow, this woman made me anxious.When I told her I remembered her sizes, the flush that c
Chapter 9Annalisa Ba-dump. Ba-dump.My heart hammered in my chest as I leaned against the cool stone wall in the hallway, trying to catch my breath. What was his deal? I wasn’t even eavesdropping, and yet Cristiano had looked at me like I had committed some kind of terrible offense. I was only worried about him—while he took the call, he had seemed so tense with his eyebrows furrowed. But that cold, wicked look he had given me when our eyes met…it scared me more than I cared to admit.Why was he always like this? One moment, he seemed almost kind, like he cared about my well-being. The next, he became distant, harsh, like the mere sight of me annoyed him. I hated it.I needed some air, I needed to clear out the racing thoughts in my head. Before I knew it, I found myself outside. And yes, the cool breeze was really doing great to calm me. To my surprise, the garden I was in was filled with a wide bed of roses. Although the garden seemed out of place, as though it had been left untou
Chapter 10Annalisa I was stunned yet again as I watched Cristiano walk away in large strides. What just happened? I was wondering what I could have done wrong when the corner of my eyes caught the maid that was about to leave too.“Wait,” I called out, and she stopped immediately but kept her head bowed. “Do you think I overstepped my boundary? Is there something about this garden I don't know about?” I questioned.The maid hesitated for a moment before she finally answered. “He asked us never to touch the garden since his mother… used to take care of it personally. She loved those roses, Miss.” The maid bowed again before hurrying away as if scared of being caught talking to me.I felt my chest tightened. It was no news that Cristiano had lost his parents at a very tender age. Had I triggered those bad memories for him? But that still didn’t explain why he would want to destroy something that had belonged to his mother. Shouldn’t he cherish it, preserve it? How could he decide to w
Chapter 11AnnalisaDays quickly went by before I could tell, but thankfully, I was allowed to take my bath and serve myself now. The only words Cristiano and I exchanged were basic greetings, that was if he was even home. Sometimes, I wouldn’t see him for the entire day, and when I would ask, the staff would mention that he was out, handling business. It felt so strange being married, but never feeling like a wife. I kept telling myself I needed to do something more, something that could help me regain control over my life.Soon, it was the start of a new week, and I decided it was time to get back to what I loved doing best—acting. I was done with hiding away, done with feeling sorry for myself. There were new projects casting announcements, and I had this determination to start auditioning again. I found some exciting opportunities online, as well as a few in the groups I was a part of as an actress. I took it as my chance to finally get back on my feet and take back what the scand
Chapter 12Cristiano This was going to be the last time I would be in a place like this. I told myself that numerous times as I stepped into the dimly lit booth of the nightclub. The air in the booth was thick with the scent of leather, weed, expensive whiskey, and the soft hum of conversation that couldn't be said in the open. My eyes scanned the place, already regretting the decision to leave the comfort of my home—my so-called honeymoon—for this meeting.Ricardo, my right-hand man, had insisted that I handled it personally. Giovanni had been stirring trouble again, going after every one of my clients, and spreading threats to scare them for partnering with me. Normally, I would have let it slide and dealt with it at my convenience, but this time was different. Mr. Cassano was a major client, and he was close to pulling out of our deal because of Giovanni’s constant intimidation. Ricardo wasn’t up to the task of reassuring Mr. Cassano that all will be well, so here I was.I stepped
Chapter 13Cristiano“Get up.” My voice came out sharp, filled with the impatience boiling inside me. The slut on my lap froze momentarily, cocking her head confused at my sudden change of mood.“What, you don’t like where I touch, Sir?” Her lips curled into a seductive smile, and her hands resumed their slow, deliberate path down my chest.“I won’t repeat it.” My voice was colder this time, and she got the message. She slowly took her hands back, and then she stood up with a puzzled look on her face. I could see her calculating whether this was her fault or something else entirely, but I didn’t care.Her touch did nothing but remind me of how far I had come from this life, how much I had fought to leave it behind. But even now, standing in this dimly lit booth, I could feel the temptation to go back to my old ways. I could feel the pull, the same pull that had destroyed men better than me. But I wasn’t about to lose it all for a few minutes of pleasure.I couldn’t picture the look on
Chapter 14Annalisa I arrived home after the audition, feeling like the weight of the whole world was on my shoulders. As I stepped inside, I expected to find the house as empty as I felt. But to my surprise, when I entered the living room, Cristiano was there. I froze in surprise, taken aback by how he was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and eyes closed, looking as if he were meditating or as if he were in another world entirely. His sudden presence caught me off guard; I knew it was his house, but I had assumed he would be out clubbing again. That’s where he spent most of his nights lately, wasn’t it?I stood at the entrance for a moment, debating whether to say something, or not. I chose not to, eventually. Our relationship had been so awkward these past few days, and I wouldn't want the words that come out from me as a result of my anger to ruin it further. Without acknowledging him, I turned and walked toward the stairs, hoping to have a good night's rest in my bedroo
Chapter 15Cristiano Annalisa turned away from me at the last second. She pulled back, and my lips landed on her cheek instead of where they were supposed to. My hands that had tried to cup her face were now hanging in the hair, confused as to why Annalisa had withdrawn when she had been leaning into the kiss just moments ago. Or, hadn't she? “Cristiano, I-I didn’t mean to… em—” she stammered, trying to explain herself even when it didn't matter anymore.“It’s fine.” To my surprise, my voice came out steadier than I felt. I dropped my hands on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You must be tired. Go upstairs and freshen up.”She nodded without saying anything else, avoiding eye contact like she was scared of something, but what? Did she think I’d be mad about her pulling away? No, I wasn't mad at her, but disappointed? Yes, absolutely. Most women are dying to throw themselves at me, but Annalisa was different and I liked her for it. This wasn’t the first time she had hel