dear readers. from now on the story will include many flash backs that will be relevant to the plot. so, as an indicator, look out for the 3 dots (. . .). these dots will appear to signal the start and end of a flash back.
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
As the room settled into a gentle calmness following Aldo's feigned awakening, his mind was focused on the tasks at hand. The doctor's departure had left them with a glimmer of hope and a reminder to stick to light and easily digestible food during his recovery. With Sarah in the kitchen preparing a bowl of warm porridge, Aldo turned his attention to Marco, his voice steady and determined. “Has it been sorted?” “Yes boss. I moved her passport, cards and devices to the safe while the doctor was examining her. Only the cameras could have caught me. I put the things in a bag when carrying them around, so no one will know.” "Good job, Marco. There's a crucial matter I need you to handle." Marco, always ready to carry out his boss's wishes, nodded attentively. "Of course, boss. What do you need?" Aldo's gaze held a mix of resolve and concern. "I need you to conduct a discreet investigation into the shooting.” “Actually, boss, we have caught the person who shot at you.” “That’s just a
As the sun began to dip beneath the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room, Sarah returned with a bowl of freshly made porridge for Aldo. The soft aroma filled the air, creating a comforting ambiance. She offered the bowl to Aldo, her gaze tender as she spoke. "Here's some more porridge for you, Aldo. I thought you might be hungry again."Aldo's lips curved into a grateful smile as he accepted the bowl. "Thank you, Sarah. Your care and cooking are making my recovery much more enjoyable."With each spoonful, Aldo savored the nourishing meal, his strength gradually returning. As he finished eating, he looked up at Sarah, his eyes warm and appreciative. "You know, you can go back home now. Your passport is in my safe, and you're free to leave whenever you're ready."Sarah's expression remained thoughtful as she regarded him. "I'm not thinking about leaving right now, Aldo."Aldo's eyebrows lifted in surprise, a flicker of excitement dancing in his eyes. "Does that mean you've decid
The next morning, the sun's gentle rays filtered through the windows of Aldo's office, casting a warm glow over the room. The morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Aldo's room as he slowly stirred from his slumber. Beside him, Sarah was already awake, her caring eyes fixed on him. As he sat up, Sarah helped him change his shirt, her touch gentle and reassuring."Feeling better today?" she asked, her voice carrying a note of concern.Aldo offered a grateful smile, his gratitude evident in his gaze. "Much better, thanks to you." At the office, Marco entered the space, his heart fluttering as he prepared to work alongside Lana, Aldo's efficient and composed secretary. Now, Marco has had a little crush on Lana since she started working for Aldo.It started out as a simple attraction. Lana is a beautiful young lady brimming with energy and charm. As he observed her work he found her to be more likeable. Aldo was easily irritated by inefficient people
Once his work was done, Aldo called out to Sarah, who promptly appeared by his side. With her help, he maneuvered the wheelchair, and they headed to the dining room for lunch. The simple act of sharing a meal together felt like a precious gift—a reminder of the bonds they were nurturing. Well, at least he was nurturing them.As they finished their lunch, Aldo's gaze met Sarah's, his voice filled with appreciation. "Thank you for taking care of me, Sarah. I don't know what I would do without you."Sarah's smile was warm, her eyes reflecting the depth of her emotions. "You don't have to thank me, Aldo. I'm here because I want to be."Aldo's heart swelled with gratitude as they set off for a leisurely stroll around the mansion's sprawling grounds. The fresh air was invigorating, and the quiet tranquility of their surroundings offered a serene backdrop to their shared moments.Unbeknownst to them, Maria, the head housekeeper, observed them from a distance. Her heart filled with joy as she