The whole gun incident was a rather humbling experience for Sarah. She learnt that she lacked the will to hurt Aldo. And the fact that at that moment he still managed to comfort her weighed on her heart. She wasn’t stupid, just torn. Torn between what her heart wanted and what she knew was right. She should have fired the gun. She should not have glanced at him a second time. Although she knew what type of person Aldo Accardi was, she kept making excuses for him in her heart. The sun rose to its glorious shine over the Accardi mansion. The chef in the kitchen worked extra hard to have breakfast ready on time. Old Maria had been watching each movement closely. Like a guard dog. She was clearly in a bad mood. Her eagerness to meet Aldo’s woman and have him wedded was cut off brutally. She knew it from the moment she saw Marco drive the unconscious young lady into the mansion at dusk. It was like reliving the exact same scene from Aldo’s parents' meeting. Many a time she had prayed th
ALDO walked into the bedroom to find Sarah lying in bed. Staring listlessly at the ceiling. With an inaudible sigh, he calmed himself down as he decided how to deal with the little woman in his bed. “Hey there, sleeping beauty.” he said in a low husky voice as he stalked towards her. “I’ve thought about it.” She said coldly, in a voice so low and strained, it made his heart ache. “About what love?” he asked, battling the urge to give in to her every whim. “A good reason. It’s the third day, today. I have a reason.” He took a minute to understand her words but it soon became clear to him what she was talking about. “OK, then why don’t you tell me about it over dinner? Do you want to go out? There is this beautiful restaurant by the lake. You’ll love it.” She didn’t reply. Not because she didn’t want to go out, but because she didn’t want to give him a chance. At this point, one might think, ‘Wouldn’t it be better to go out and find a chance to escape?’ but Sarah knew bette
To her surprise, she found it to be one of her favorite traditional dishes. She looked up at him with a surprised expression, his usually expressionless face revealed a doting smile as he looked back at her. "I hope you enjoy the Cameroonian cuisine," Aldo said with a grin, clearly pleased by her reaction.Sarah's lips curled into a smile as she realized the significance of the evening. "You are kidding, right? These are my favorite."Aldo nodded, his eyes holding a warmth that reached deep within her. "I know. You did mention that in a couple of interviews, yes. I thought it would be nice to bring you here."Her heart swelled with gratitude. "Aldo, this is incredible. Thank you."As she took her first bite of Eru, memories of her family and gatherings around the dinner table flooded her mind. The flavors were a journey back to her childhood, each mouthful reminiscent of the love and comfort she had always felt at home. Ndolé followed, each bite a testament to the richness of Camero
The next few days at the mansion were relatively quiet. Sarah seemed to be better behaved than before and wasn’t actively throwing tantrums. The silent treatment had become much worse, however. Her daily routine was rather simple. Wake up, eat, take a stroll, shower, and sleep. Aldo was present at every meal, yet they didn’t say as much as one word to each other. For the most part, Aldo was out working. He would go to town and come back very late but he wouldn’t sleep out. His presence didn’t really matter to her. She had been searching for routines, patterns in his behavior. Every day on her little promenade, she was actually looking around for exits and trying to find out when it would be safest to make a run for it. Soon enough, she had gathered enough information about the security system to make a move. The mansion stood cloaked in shadows as Sarah quietly made her way through the corridors, her heart racing with a mix of fear and determination. This time, howev
The early morning sunlight filtered through the windows of Aldo's bedroom, casting a soft glow on the disarray within. He stirred, slowly emerging from the embrace of sleep, only to be met with a surge of panic that jolted him awake. His heart raced as the memories of the previous night came flooding back, crashing into his consciousness like a tidal wave.Desperation gnawed at his chest as he prayed that it had all been a terrible dream—a drunken nightmare. But the truth hung heavy in the air, and he couldn't escape the reality of his actions. He had let Sarah go. Aldo swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, his movements fueled by a mix of anger, worry, and self-reproach. He needed to find her, to make compensation for the impulsive decision he had made.Raging out of his bedroom, he began his search throughout the mansion, his footsteps heavy and purposeful. His gaze swept over the room, his frustration mounting as he found no trace of her. Every single step was drivin
When Sarah opened her eyes, her heart froze. Aldo lay on the ground, bleeding from his chest. The extent of what had just happened crashed over her like a tidal wave, shattering the last remnants of hope and safety she clung to."No!" she cried, rushing to his side, her voice filled with despair. "Aldo, I didn't mean to... I never wanted this." Her eyes widened so much, they could have fallen out of their suckets. She shook her head in denial, repeatedly.Aldo's eyes flickered weakly as he reached out, his voice strained but filled with forgiveness. "It's... not your fault, Sarah. I... I pushed you too far. I... I deserve this."Sarah's hands trembled as she cradled his head, tears falling uncontrollably. The realization of what she had done—hurt the man she loved—consumed her with guilt and regret."I'm so sorry, Aldo," she sobbed, her voice choked with remorse. "I never wanted to hurt you. Please, stay with me.As Sarah cradled Aldo's body in her arms, her world shattered into frag
Outside Aldo's room, Sarah's heart felt like a heavy stone, burdened by guilt and regret. Her tears fell freely, each drop a testament to the pain that had consumed her. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as she waited, her thoughts consumed by the man who lay behind that closed door.Finally, the door to Aldo's room creaked open, and Sarah's heart leaped. The doctor emerged, his face a mix of concern and professionalism. He approached Sarah, his voice gentle yet measured."Miss, I must inform you that Mr. Accardi's condition is still critical," he said, his eyes filled with empathy. "He is currently unconscious, but we are doing everything we can to stabilize him."Sarah's tears continued to flow, her heart aching for the man she loved. "Please, doctor, do whatever you can. He has to get better."The doctor nodded, his expression compassionate. "We're doing our best. He's in good hands. But, due to the circumstances, we need someone to watch over him for the next few hours until the se
Marco's brows furrowed in confusion, his voice a mixture of concern and disbelief. "Boss, were you awake? Why didn't you let us know?" Aldo's lips curled into a faint, wry smile. "I had my reasons, Marco." Understanding began to dawn in Marco's eyes, a realization that Aldo's silence had been intentional. He glanced at Aldo's expression and read between the lines. "You didn't want the moment to end, did you?" Marco's voice held a touch of amusement, a satirical glint in his eyes. Aldo's gaze held a mixture of fondness and longing, his words soft yet filled with truth. "Sometimes, Marco, even the most powerful men find themselves powerless in the face of matters of the heart." Marco raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with skepticism. "Boss, you're waxing poetic now? Are you sure you're not still half-asleep?" Aldo chuckled weakly, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "Trust me, Marco. One day, you'll understand. When you fall in love, you'll realize that the most unexpected mo
"Berardo, brother, welcome. Long time no see,” a guard said as he rushed to greet the giant of a man who just landed on the mansion’s private helipad.Walking with sturdy, meticulous steps, the man called Berardo approached the mansion. Not a word from him to the hearing of the other guards. Nothing but a nod. The serious expression on his face never seemed to fade out. Not out of malice or disdain for the men in front of him; they were comrades after all. But this was his way, and they all seemed to acknowledge that.The pissed-off look on his face never seemed to be enough to stop the giggling batch hovering around him. Along with the men on his side, he made his way off the helipad, through the garden, and into the mansion. Then he went straight to Aldo’s study to report for duty.To his surprise, the early-rising, stern man that was his boss was nowhere to be found. Funny, it was 8 am at this point, Aldo was always up and functioning by 6 am. Could the boss have fallen ill? No one
It was never really lights out at the mansion. Regardless of the hour, there were always people patrolling the grounds, the lights outside the mansion stayed on at all times. Security and control were of the utmost priority, which explains the cameras. Before, the patrols used to happen even indoors, but since Sarah moved here, they have been seized.Sitting in the control room, Marco stared intently at the lovely couple in the kitchen as they got snacks to share. It must be nice to have someone to spend your night with. Sure, they bickered a lot and sometimes Mrs. Accardi was particularly unreasonable, but there was no doubt in the heart of everyone who knew them that they were made for each other.It’s not like Aldo was perfect, he hid his identity from her and then kidnapped her when she found out and tried to run away. Marco sat in the quiet of the night reflecting, he certainly wasn’t a log of wood. He, too, had a special person. But Marco is nothing like Aldo and Lana, well, tha
Uhhhh….. Mmmmh…. Ald… mmmm... Sarah moaned breathily. Her hands were in his hair, stroking it with her fingers as he ignited passion within her walls. Though his beard was always clean-shaven, it had been a few days since he last shaved and tiny invisible hair had started poking out of his skin. She could feel it as the hair rubbed against her thighs, causing a ticklish sensation up her spine. He steadied himself in between her thighs, taking in her scent, lapping up every bit of her arousal. His tongue set her body on fire. She wriggled in place, frustration and pleasure coursing through her veins like lightning bolts. His hands, too, were busy. He had a finger inserted into her as his tongue attacked hers. First one finger, then another, before she knew it, Aldo had succeeded in putting 3 fingers inside her. She didn’t object, she barely even realized it because she was so engrossed in the sensations he was making her feel. Aldo was having the time of his life. His name rolled off
The caresses made her mind hazy and before she could think, she had been pulled out of her chair by Aldo’s powerful hands. He carried her back to the bedroom and they continued making out all the way down the hallway.Placing her on the bed, Aldo’s fingers eagerly searched under her dress for the little sensitive mound he was bullying earlier. She felt his hands and immediately understood his intensions. Only, instead of going along with it this time, she broke contact.As their lips parted, their gazes locked, emotions swirling like a tempest. His hand was still under her dress, a little confused by her rejection. She spoke first, aiming to clear the air from last night’s argument, “You said you’d believe me, right? I didn’t book that ticket. I have no idea who did, but when I find them, I’ll have them come give you an apology.”His gaze softened. “Maybe not now, but you are still going to leave once I’m well.”“You are well and I’m still here.” She giggled. His initial reaction was o
By the time Aldo was ready to let her go, several hours had already passed. Sarah rose. It was then that she noticed the drapes. Pulling them open, the bright sunlight hit her face like a brick, forcing her eyes shut as they had become accustomed to the dark. She took a peek at the time keeper on the bedside cupboard, the time said 7am, yet it was clearly afternoon. “Good morning, love.” He said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pulling her in to a super tight back hug. “Morning? It’s like 5 in the evening. Did you readjust the time?” she questioned as she tried to wiggle out of his grip. As she moved, her butt rubbed against his member, making it itch with desire. Memories of the passion from last night flashed through his mind. “If you keep moving like that, we might have to get back in bed, amore.” He said huskily. His lips were buried in the crock of her neck and she could feel every word he said vibrate against her skin. His hot breath swashed over the sens
The warm light of day slowly washed over the mansion the next morning. The kitchen bustled, the mansion came alive. The maids and guards alike. By now all the mansion staff were aware of the events of last night. Gossip travelled really fast and it didn’t help that Aldo and Sarah didn’t hold back all night. Stumbling out the pantry into the dining room, making out in the living room and all down the hallway to the master bedroom. They almost lost all control and fucked right outside the bedroom door. Almost. By now, we all know who had an awful night thanks to the two. Marco stayed in the surveillance room all night. Every time their make-out session got graphic, he had to arrange for the men to cut the cameras. The thing is, the organization had a good number of enemies. So the house had to be monitored at all times. So Marco couldn’t just conveniently ask for all the cameras to be cut for the whole night. Yet he had absolutely no idea when the couple would get all the way down
“Shut the screens! Turn off the cameras in the kitchen,” Marco hurriedly ordered. The men all scrambled to cut the signal. Flustered, Marco took a bottle of water and downed it once the cameras had been cut. “Ehm, ehem…” one of the men cleared his throat. “Looks like young master Accardi will be arriving sooner than episode 25.” He jested with a serious expression that just made the joke even funnier. Laugher erupted. Even the stern Marco couldn’t help chuckling a bit. “Men! Brothers! Prepare your suits. The boss is getting married!” another one chanted. His words were followed by a round of applause and more laughter. The mood was festive, so lively that Marco couldn’t bear to bring it to an end. Back in the mansion, the maids, on hearing the loud sounds of rolling pans and pots, attempted to take a look. They were stopped, however, by a guard sent by Marco and ordered not to leave their quarters. In the pantry, the couple had not a care in the world. Sarah’s hands held firmly o
In the charged aftermath of their passionate kiss, their eyes locked in a wordless exchange, a universe of emotions dancing between them. The barriers that had held their desires at bay seemed to crumble, leaving them standing on the precipice of an unknown, exhilarating journey.Then, as if driven by an irresistible force, Sarah leaned in once more, her lips finding Aldo's in a searing kiss. It was a declaration of longing, an affirmation of their shared connection that had defied the odds.This time, as their lips met, the kiss was deeper, more fervent, an unspoken promise of the emotions they had been battling to convey. Aldo's arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her close as the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them suspended in a realm of passion and vulnerability.With her hands pressed against his chest, Sarah's touch conveyed a mixture of urgency and tenderness. She deepened the kiss, her fingers clutching his shirt as if anchoring herself to him,
The day seemed to have passed for Sarah in a flash. Doctor Rossi had come in to check on Aldo shortly after they had breakfast. Maria was keen on showing Sarah around the mansion and giving her a history lesson about each room. Julia came in after midday with a catalog of baby clothes, asking Sarah to help her choose. That was really just an excuse. Julia’s real purpose was to get Sarah to make seafood pasta for her. She could certainly afford to buy the most expensive dishes for herself. But she remembered some pasta that Sarah had made for her back in their college days when she said she missed home. Now that she was pregnant, she felt as if memories of food were all that dominated her mind at every point in time. Just pregnancy cravings. She drove so far just to satisfy her cravings, rather, the baby’s cravings as she puts it. After a bit of guilt tripping, coercion, sobbing and drama, she got Sarah to make her the meal again. Once it was cooked, she pulled out a flask, packed i