Chapter 9
Annalisa
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 untouched for ages, the flowers had grown wild and unkempt, some of them were even drooping from lack of care, but it still looked beautiful. Who would have thought Cristiano would have something like this on his property?
The air was fresh, the atmosphere was serene, and the sweet smell of roses filling my nostrils as I walked between the flower beds made all the tension from the house loosen from my shoulders. It was very peaceful here, unlike the unease I felt around Cristiano. My fingers trailed gently over the soft petals of a rose, admiring the deep red color. But as I reached for the most beautiful and bright one, I felt a sharp sting.
“Ow!” I gasped before I could stop myself, pulling my hand back quickly. The thorns from the flower had pricked my skin, and a tiny drop of blood was dripping out of my index finger.
Before I could even process the pain, a strong hand grabbed mine, pulling it away from the flower. I was startled, but as I looked up, I found myself face-to-face with Cristiano. His eyes were narrowed in frustration.
“Damn it,” Cristiano muttered, his voice filled with irritation as he examined my hand. “You should’ve been more careful. This is going to leave a scar.”
“Cristiano,” I whispered, still surprised by how quickly he had appeared. Where had he come from? And why was he acting so…protective?
He didn’t answer me. Instead, he raised his voice, calling out, “Is there anyone there? Call a doctor!”
A maid suddenly came out from around the corner and bowed, before quickly starting to walk toward the mansion.
“No, wait!” I protested, taking my hand out of his grip. “Cristiano, I’m fine. It’s just a prick—nothing deep.”
But before I could pull away completely, he grabbed my hand again, this time a bit gentler. To my utter shock, Cristiano brought my injured finger to his mouth and sucked on it. He really sucked on it! My stomach churned in response to his warm and soft tongue against my small wound. There was this strange heat spreading through my body at the unexpected intimacy Cristiano was giving me.
My body was frozen at that spot, unsure of how to react. This was the same cold man who had just glared at me moments ago, and now he was acting like this? My mind raced with so many thoughts as I tried to make sense of it all, but all I could focus on was the way his mouth moved over my finger, and how oddly tender his touch felt. It was confusing, but I admit that I enjoyed it.
“This is why you should have the maids do things for you,” he complained, finally pulling away and examining my finger again. The bleeding had stopped, but his hand was still holding mine firmly, like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.
“I’m really fine, Cristiano,” I repeated, pulling my hand from his grip and wiping it against my patterned dress. It was just a simple cut that didn't worth any of the fuss he was giving. “Why are you making such a big deal out of something so small?”
Cristiano's eyes darkened as he glanced back at the rose bush. “Those flowers have been there unkempt for ages. What if you got infected?”
“I didn’t,” I said firmly, though his sudden concern caught me off guard. “Why didn’t I notice you were so close behind me?”
“I didn’t want to disturb you,” he murmured, his voice softening for just a moment. “You looked…happy.”
I blinked at him, unsure how to respond. Happy? It was such a strange word coming from him, someone who rarely showed any emotion other than irritation or indifference.
“Oh,” I muttered, feeling a bit foolish for being caught off guard by such a simple statement. I wasn’t used to him speaking like this—gentle. No, I wasn't used to him as a whole.
His smirk returned, and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his tailored trousers. “You’re one of those girls who likes flowers?”
“Well, some of us know how to appreciate nature,” I shot back, unable to help myself. “Unlike someone who’s standing right in front of me.”
To my surprise, he let out a brief smile that softened his normally harsh face. It was such a rare sight that for a moment, I forgot who I was talking to. But then, as quickly as it appeared, his smile vanished. His expression grew cold again as he looked behind me with squinted eyes.
I turned, wondering what got his attention, but there was nothing there. Just the beds of roses, moving gently in the breeze. When I looked back at him, his face had hardened into that familiar, intimidating look. The same one he had on his face when he scolded me in the hallway.
“What?” I asked, in a soft, unsure voice. “Did I say something wrong?”
He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he turned his head slightly and called out to the maid, who had been standing nearby with her head bowed. “I want them cleared out before tomorrow.”
My heart sank, and I took a step toward him, my voice rising in protest. “Wait, what?! Cristiano, why are you getting rid of them? They just need trimming—”
“I told you to follow my rules,” he interrupted coldly, his gray eyes locking onto mine with a kind of intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Well, yes, but—”
“This one is included now,” he said in a firm tone. “I don’t want to see you here.”
And with that, he turned and left.
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
Chapter 16Annalisa Cristiano was impossible. There was no other word for it. Sure, I appreciated that he cared for me, but his way of showing it was completely over the top. A part of me wanted to scream at him for meddling in my life, while there was this other part that knew that, deep down, he had done it because he cared for me.I sighed, tossing my phone onto the bed as a yawn escaped my mouth. It was a new morning. Another day to face the world, and another day to try my best. I knew it was going to be difficult securing acting roles without an agency. That was why I had made up my mind to sign with one today. A real one—not Cristiano pulling strings in the background, not someone helping me just because of his influence that was backing me.This was about me and my talent. I had to prove to the world that I could stand on my own.Cristiano had agreed to drop me off. He had some meetings today as well, so it worked out. I made him promise not to get involved in today’s proceed
Chapter 1AnnalisaI could barely recognize the blue-eyed brunette staring back at me in the mirror. It was me, I knew. But at that moment, I felt like a prisoner preparing to be judged. Tomorrow, I would marry Giovanni Rossi, the man who controlled my father's business and soon, me. I couldn't complain because I had been raised for this; Marrying him wasn't about love, it had never been. This was simply a business deal where I would be the sacrificial lamb. A knock on the door to my hotel room interrupted me from overthinking like every other time. “Anna? It's me,” the voice of my elder sister, Bianca came through the door. “Can I come in?” She asked.I had no idea how, but Bianca always managed to escape from my father's dark decisions. It was always me, all the time, sometimes I even began to question if I was truly his child.“Come in.” I forced out as smile as I stood up from the chair, waiting for her to come in. Bianca entered in the usual way she had always been, her brown h