There’s nothing sweeter than waking up in your brand new home for the first time. I stretch my arms high above my head and yawn. I then sit in my bed and inhale the patchouli lingering in the air. It’s therapeutic. The spot beside me on the bed is empty. Luca told me last night that he’d have to leave extra early because of a meeting, so I’m only expecting him later. Meanwhile, I’m going to have to figure out what to do all day. I make the bed and then jump in the shower. I’m revitalized. I didn’t know that what I needed to feel better was a change of scenery until now. I spent a good while under the hot spray. The water helps me relax. It also helps me think. There isn’t much food in the house. That’s the one thing we don’t have enough of. Luca said I have to be careful, and that if I had to leave, I could ask Gregory to take me. He said it wasn’t supposed to be done all of the time but I think today I can make an exception. I’m excited and we need groceries. I could ask someone t
LucaAs soon as Priscilla leaves, I’m relieved. I sincerely don’t know how she found out I’m living here. My mother, of course. I’m going to have to have a serious conversation with her. She can’t keep doing this. I’m honestly sick and tired of where everything is going. I came here to lead a peaceful existence. It isn’t enough that Miguel and Mary are after us to kill us? I have to have Priscilla chasing me around and talking about second chances? When my men told me that she was downstairs, I didn’t want to do anything about it. I was waiting for Laura to arrive. I didn’t need this shit. My first instinct was to ignore her, but then I felt angry. Furious, actually. What the fuck was she doing here? I knew it was my mother, but I wanted to know why she had come looking for me. I wanted to warn her to leave and never turn back. Couldn’t she understand that I moved on? That I was happy with someone else? At first, I told them to tell her I wouldn’t have her. She should get in her ca
Luca Laura won’t talk to me. She’s been in the room for too long. She won’t even have lunch. I decided to not say anything else to her. I know she has to calm down. We can discuss things again when she’s calmer. I’m upset. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. Things were going well. Things were fucking great just this morning before I left for work. Waking up with her beside me was amazing. I pressed my nose against her neck as I took her from behind, and everything felt perfect. Her warmth. Her scent. Her moans. They were music to my ears. It felt right. At that moment, I saw myself doing that every single day until the day I died. I was looking forward for that to happen every day. To love her and be with her before I went to work. It gave me strength. It made me want to work harder and better. My day was going great before Priscilla decided to show up and ruin everything. I don’t eat the food the chef has prepared. I don’t have the stomach for it. I can’t eat while Laura is i
I wake up in the morning feeling nauseous, so much that I race to the bathroom. I empty my stomach completely. I heave until there's nothing left. I then sit next to the toilet pot and put my head in my hands. I feel sick. My stomach won't stop churning and I have this bitter taste in my mouth. It makes me want to throw up again, so I do. Nothing much comes out. I flush them splash cold water on my face. I take my time getting ready. I don't apply makeup today. I feel far too sick. I lay down on the bed and try to get some sleep because I got none last night. I was thinking about what happened with Mary, and then with Priscilla. Seeing her made my blood boil. I was so upset that I stopped thinking for a while. I got out of the car without waiting to be told to. I stared at the car she had just gotten into. I stared at it until it sped away, and I could've sworn that she was staring at me through the tinted windows. Probably smirking. I stomped upstairs. Gregory tried to stop me bu
Luca Laura's pregnant. I can't say that I wasn't hoping that wouldn't happen. I actually was. I've been meaning to be a father for some time now, and honestly, I couldn't be more excited. When she first told me, I sensed that she wasn't happy about it. There was something about her demeanor that suggested that she was upset. I catch her staring at the wall sometimes, or at the table. She gets distracted more easily. I'm sure she's thinking about the pregnancy. We haven't told anyone yet. I know what happens if I share this news with my family. I wouldn't mind taking the final step with her, but will she? I don't know. So much has happened recently. I want her to have time to process this. Most importantly, I want her to be happy. This is about her more than it is about me. I have a short meeting with my father later today regarding the shares those people want to buy. He needs to tell me if he agrees to their offer before we seal the deal. It's the perfect opportunity to break th
When Luca asked me whether I wanted to marry him anytime soon, I said yes. I would have waited longer if it were up to me. I really would have. I had no problem living the way we did. Alone. Free. Not caring about what anyone thinks. Not following traditions too much. It was the liberty I felt when I left my parents' house. But now that I was pregnant, that all changes. My father would want a date. And I'd have to give it to him. So I did. Things were happening quickly again. I was feeling quite overwhelmed with everything. My father was very happy when I told him I was pregnant. He was even happier when I told him I'd marry Luca in two weeks' time. He was strict about that even though he wasn't raised in our world. My mother was ecstatic as well. I never in a million years would have guessed that she would have reacted that way to the news. She even cried as she held me. I didn't know how to react so I simply watched her. The same happened with Constance, although with her my re
"How's my favorite preggie doing?" Brett asks as soon as I answer the phone. I can't help but smile as I pop a grape in my mouth. "I don't feel pregnant yet, you know? It's just normal. I won't even lie."He chuckles and says, "You're just a cold-hearted bitch. My mother said that she could feel me from the second she found out that she was pregnant.""You haven't considered the fact that maybe she lied?" Victoria asks. I can tell from the sound of her voice that she's looking for a fight with Brett. "My mother said she didn't feel me either.""Well, that's you," he says with a sigh. "I'm different, then. Maybe those babies are the most magnificent and remarkable ones."I frown. "You're saying my baby won't be remarkable?""How can you say that?""I'm not saying the baby won't be remarkable!" he exclaims. "I'm saying that I was! Jesus! Give it a rest, you two! Stop being so annoying! Just stop!"I giggle and Victoria does the same. She then says, "I can't believe that we didn't get t
Luca Our wedding is tomorrow, and I'm not sure what to feel about that. It’s not that I’ve suddenly become indecisive. I know I want to marry her. I’m sure of my love for her. I’m not happy that we’re marrying this quickly but I also understand why it has to be done. My father was right; anything could happen to me at any point. If that’s the case, Laura is entitled to everything I have. It’s safer this way. But despite this, should we have given it more time? Would it have been best if we waited for things to blow over? That way, we could I have done things more calmly and wouldn’t have to rush like this. I don’t know anymore. I turn to look at Laura. Her back is facing me and she looks like she’s been asleep for some time now. I notice that she doesn’t really sleep at night. She spends a lot of nights awake; like me. So whenever she sleep, I feel easy enough to sleep as well. But tonight is different. I don’t want to sleep. If I do, I’ll wake up and it’ll be tomorrow. The weddi