TIFFANY'S POVI stood there firmly and when I turned to my side, my jaw dropped."Luciano?"Fuck, it was really him. "Shh," he sounded and then looked around before taking a step closer to me. How could this be possible?I didn't know what I feared the most but I couldn't think straight. He was dead but here he was just a step away from me."Is that really you?" I asked and he gave a nod. He took a step forward to close the gap between us. He hugged me and I could feel tears welling up my eyes. It felt so unreal to actually be in Luciano's arms again. "Please don't leave," I begged as his hands wrapped around me.I could feel his heartbeat and everything else seemed to not matter."This was your fault, Tiff." His voice wasn't condemning.. It was just calm and yet spiking. "I—" I tried to day something even when I had no idea of what to say but he shook his head. "I love you still.""Will Zino be happy with me and the baby?" That was all I could think of asking; knowing fully well
My jaw dropped cause it was also my--- but how? I held my brows up with a grim on my face and she could obviously see the confusion on my face. Gladys laughed out loud as she looked at me. “I know I know,” she laughed. “Thing is this is the last place anyone would want to check. Nobody will think of it, not even Luciano’s ghost.”I tried to respond to that but I had no fucking idea what I’d say to her. She knew what she was doing and she already had it planned out a long time ago.I swallowed the lump forming in my throat cause I knew she was right and I hated to think of how correct she was. No one would ever think of it and that messed with my mind for a few minutes.“My diet is so poor,” I blurted, telling Gladys. “You of all people know I should be eating healthy.”She held her hands and laughed out loud. “Then fund yourself and get yourself a very healthy and rich diet.”“I cannot do that trapped in this apartment floor,” I defended. She didn’t say anything in response and all s
I was sitted on the bed, watching the window and contemplating my current situation, I couldn't help but wonder how being kidnapped could be both comfortable and damn annoying at the same time. It was a strange mix of emotions that I couldn't quite wrap my head around and it's boiling me up, I felt like crying and smiling at the same time.Thoughts raced through my raging mind. Would anyone even notice that I was missing? Luciano was in God knows where, I don't know if he's dead or alive and my parents? Would they notice my absence? Would they come looking for me, or would they simply ignore my absence and think perhaps I went off gallivanting, or they could be consumed by their own lives and oblivious to my situation? Damn! The uncertainty of it all weighed heavily on my heart making me feel so weak.The thought of it all made me think about the past and I couldn't help but remember what Gladys had told me about boys and how we would laugh and joke about it. A soft laugh escaped my
I wasn't sure how much more of this I would be able to endure. My head was spinning 360 and my eyes felt entirely shut out from the rest of my body. The bright light up in the ceiling did absolutely nothing to help my condition, I felt like I was running in endless circles. I grabbed my stomach and groaned as a wave of pain rippled through me for the hundredth time since I can remember. The floor had become my comfort for a day now. To think I thought Gladys was joking about not feeding me. A day had passed and not even a drop of water had touched my tongue or the baby's if it had one already and I was worried I was either going to pass out soon, have a miscarriage or even die. At least then I would be with Luciano. Me, him and the baby; we would all be together.Occasionally, I took a glance at the camera, I knew Gladys was watching my every move. I was so sure she would be happy I was suffering and was probably seated glued to the camera waiting for me to utter a "I'm sorry" or "p
The knock out must have lasted a decade, my head was banging really hard, I felt like the whole head was off my neck. The headache increased as I woke up to the sound of muffled voices and the feeling of tight restraints around my wrists and ankles. I was chained!Panic surged through me as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The room was dimly lit, and I could hear the faint echo of footsteps on the cold concrete floor. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized I was not alone. Damn the devil for she has come.Gladys's voice pierced through the air, filled with anger and frustration. She was cussing and yelling at her men. Two of them followed her in and she kept on cussing them, her words blending together in a chaotic symphony. Straining to listen, I soon realized they were discussing someone named Luciano, and, it was my brother!"You bastard! You can't be right that's it's him, I thought he's dead, what are you now saying?" She demanded.One of the man, rusty face and
MASSIMO'S POV"CORONATION," written in big fat seria killer letters.The banner above me spelt largely in very bold letters. The hall was packed full of both well-wishers and people who just came to get a glimpse of what I looked like. It felt weird standing on the stage with people's eyes hovering over me and mouths whispering of pleasure and displeasure. I looked around and all I saw was a bunch of mostly happy faces belonging to happy people of which I was quite the opposite. All I could do was stare at my mom. Her face was bland, drained of all emotions. She stood amongst the crowd looking very much disinterested in whatever was going on, I was almost sure she was here just because of me and probably because father mandated here to attend. Once or twice when someone went over in her direction, she managed to squeeze out a smile. Her face was full of wrinkles and she looked scared of something that wasn't in the crowd or the large hall, like she was expectant of something.I wi
MASSIMO'S POVI stood rigid when I heard that, it was like I was glued to the floor, I listened intently to Gladys and looked around, content the men who came to me were far away, I stumbled back, going into the shadows. I didn't look back until I got to the men's toilet then I took a deep breathe and continued the phone call. Surprise was evident in my eyes. My mind went to what Zino told me, he wasn't the type that joked with words. Everything he told me, he meant it as hell. It wasn't every day that someone like him made a sudden appearance and say something so sinister, yet, calmly said. My heart was palpitating, my fear palpable in the air. But I knew I had to be strong and help navigate this dangerous situation.But I couldn't help but replay his harsh words in my head, his words echoed in my mind, urging caution and submission. I could sense the panic rising in me as the gravity of the situation sank in. It dawned on him that Zino wouldn't simply talk, but would go to any leng
MASSIMOWe sat over breakfast. By me, I was referring to the three of us; I, father and mother. I struggled hard to eat some food, I didn't want him noticing that I wasn't myself, but he kept on making matters worse.I sat at the head of the table, directly opposite him while Mum sat at his right side. He claimed I had earned a spot at the head of the table. Staring down at my breakfast of eggs, sausages, bread, pancakes and maple syrup, tea and some french toast, I kept on trying to drown father's voice. "You made me proud yesterday Massimo, it's good you finally decided to be useful." On a normal day, those words would be as precious as dear life, I had been longing to hear him say that since forever and now that he did, I didn't really care about it. "I bagged two deals at the coronation yesterday, the people were impressed by my choice which is you, I really -" he continued, talking with his mouth full of all kinds of food. Father hardly talked at the table, but today it was li
It was finally the day I've been waiting for and the thought if it made me feel a flush of emotions.I sat down quietly and allowed the make up artist to apply the make up on my face. I couldn't believe it was really happening — my wedding day but if there was anything I was grateful for, it was that it happened and my mom was seeing today.It made me emotional to think of my mom and how she may have survived but may not likely live long enough to see me have kids.The thoughts of it only sent tears to my eyes but I tried my best to sniff back the tears so I wouldn't think my makeup."You look amazing hunny."It was my mom and her voice was silvery and calm. I could tell from the expression on her face that she was also glad that she could witness the event."It wasn't the saw when I met your father," she said to me. "And I'm glad."I turned slightly and looked at her. "Why?""Because we were so in love and no one approved of our marriage. No one wanted us to be together so it was us
TIFFANY'S POVI looked at my reflection in the mirror as the stylist packed my hair into a bun. A small smile crept on my lips but I couldn't deny the fact that I was anxious.I slightly opened my mouth to exhale and then kept fanning myself with my hands in an attempt to keep myself calm."You look incredible," the stylist said and brushed my hair again. "We just need to touch here a little, uh— then here you go," she said as she finished.I responded with a small smile and stood up. I was ready to join the Coronation and more than anything, I was hoping i'd not have a panic attack."Trust me," she said. "You look amazing. I wish you could see yourself with my eyes."I chuckled because that was a compliment that I didn't really understand."The men are here," she said and opened the door to my room. The two guards were Luciano's men appointed to take care of me through out the day."The dress looks exquisite," the huge one with brown eyes said. "You look beautiful too.""Thank you,"
I couldn't hide how nervous I felt about the coronation and anyone who saw me now would see it.I was dressed in an expensive black Tuxedo with a cream inner shirt. My hair was brushed backwards in such a way that made the curls fall to my side. I sighed and took a deep breath before stepping outside and looking down from the balcony upstairs.I saw the way the hall was decorated in such an exquisite way. The long tables were all placed horizontally and was decorated with ribbons.The strobe light illuminated the room and gave it this view that was eye catching and captivating.I stood there for a moment, admiring the view and trying to get rid of the anxiousness that came with the event.I looked around and in one head turn, I was desperately searching for Tiffany. I had no idea where she could be sitting or even standing but I did everything to search for her with my eyes.As I turned again, my gaze fell on my father."I can hear your heartbeat from miles away!" He said.I turned
"Fuck you," he cussed before ordering his men to stand down.His hand had begun to bleed due to all the force he applied while trying to get the watch off his wrist. The I told you so look was evident all over my face.A part of me felt sorry that he was going through that but all it took was one sharp belly pain to bring me back to my senses, there was absolutely no reason why I should spare Massimo. He stabbed me and proceeded to connive with Gladys to kidnap Tiffany, I couldn't forgive him for that, ever! "Arghh," I yelled out in anger, scaring Massimo and even his men. "Fuck," I screamed again. I enjoyed the way blood was dripping out of his wrist and unto the floor. Massimo stood still with his other hand clutching the arm of a chair. "I want to see you suffer, I want to see you bleed and plead for mercy. I hope you fucking die," I screamed. "I'm sorry Luciano, I really am. It wasn't my fault really, if I didn't stab you, you would have killed me, I'm sorry Luciano," he plead
With my hands on the wheels, father's words rang at the back of my head "it's a very bad idea, you might be working into your own death." I had told him not to worry but I wasn't so sure I wasn't worrying either.Tiffany on the other hand had no idea where I was going, it was normal, I hardly informed her about my whereabouts. But after the drama that took place the other day, I couldn't help but feel like she deserved to know every single detail about me, it was wrong to out her in the dark. My phone's screen lit up that instant as if agreeing with my thoughts to call Tiffany so I picked it and dialed her number. After the third ring, old town road stopped blasting into my ears and I heard her sweet voice instead "Hi Lu.""Committed suicide yet?" I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about."Huh?""Father said you're on your way to commit suicide," trust father to be dramatic about everything. "I just want to let you know that when or if you eventually die, I'll make your b
LUCIANOMy eyes darted around the room looking for nothing in particular. I just kept looking around as my mind wandered back and forth wondering what would happen at the coronation.I was trying to get a mental picture of how it could go but more than the anticipation, I was worried.I could feel it inside my venue that I wasn't very okay knowing the corporation was only a while away.My biggest concern is that I keep thinking of what would happen if I disappoint my father and he isn't satisfied. I tried to brush off the thoughts selling in my head but the more that I tried, the more I got anxious about it. The fact that my brain is wired to please my father just makes everything more and more difficult. I gave a sigh and leaned back on the chair I was sitting. My right hand was on the table in front of me and it randomly raised to touch my forehead.It was something I did unconsciously but the main point was to keep my self calm and try to be as composed as possible.Pieces of p
LUCIANOThe fact that they all knew Tiffany was a treasure to the family, made me smile as I walked down.I reached the staircase and held the rail as I walked downstairs carefully.A small smile cut across my face from just thinking of Tiffany and my hands inside her but the smile disappeared once I got to meet Zino.He was dressed in a faux fur cap and a black coat over his clothes. He looked like a Don as usual but that wasn't my concern.I was more concerned about what could have happened that needed me to he summoned so early.I tried to make a guess but they were all coming out wrongly or better still, I couldn't get a perfect guess of what it could be.I felt goosebumps on my body and I looked at my hands, quietly. I did that in such a way that no one would notice that my attention got diverted to look at myself.It was all Zino's presence and I knew it cause it isn't the first time it was happening to me.I don't know if it makes any sense but I always feel anxious around my f
I gave Tiffany a complete day cause I knew she needed some time alone.Everything happened so fast but more than anything, she was heartbroken about her mother's condition.I let her grieve but couldn't stop thinking shat I could have done if it was me in her position and it was my mother.I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to think straight but Tiffany was all I could think of.I needed to know how we was faring and although I've been told countless times that she's okay, I just felt the strong urge to find it about that by myself.I stood up and walked to the mirror before taking a deep breath and raking my hands through my hair.I adjusted to look at the mirror and paused. "Tiffany, I'm so sorry that this is happening. It's all too crazy to comprehend but I think—" I paused and looked at my reflection in the mirror. "No, that didn't come out well."I sighed cause I was slightly getting frustrated from be in unable to come up with something reasonable.It was all too diffi
My heart skipped twice in a row and I couldn't stop my heart from beating so fast.I was both anxious and nervous. I clenched my jaw as I thought of everything he said.Zino said Tiffany's mom isn't his wife. I've never heard anything more crazier than that and as I stood there waiting, it just began to make more sense to me.Everything began adding up and I swallowed hard as I thought of it. They never acted in a romantic way for years.I mean, I saw it.. The signs but I always overlooked it cause they always had a way to play things the way they wanted. My mind flashed to numerous occasions and I just swallowed hard. "Fuck," I blurted. There was absolutely nothing I could say to make it all make sense to me."So—" I started. "Why do you want me to wait?" My father asked me to wait behind after the whole confession thing and I couldn't think of a reason why he wanted me to wait behind."Tiffany," he responded. She needs to hear it too.""Oh."I gave a small nod in agreement because