All Chapters of Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO. “Obsession cannot lead to anything but devastation.” She sighs, casting a glance to my right before she meets my gaze again. “I think we should put a time on it. One month.” She gulps, swallowing her lies. “One month to get the obsession out of our systems, and we go our separate ways.” She tells me so casually. One month. Four weeks. Twenty-nine days. My jaw clenches and I have to remind myself not to bite down so hard or I'll end up crushing my molars. If this little she-devil thinks that one month will be enough for me, she is mistaken. Obsession? Yes, obsession, infatuation, fixation and addiction, are what I feel every time I touch her, breathe her in, and see her. I know why she is being like this. Ciara. She means nothing to me. She is merely a thorn in my ass that I can’t seem to get rid of. But for Ivys’ sake, so she believes that she has some control over what we are doing, I will agree to her terms, even though I have no inten

The doctor strides into the room as I lay next to my dad on his bed. His eyes had slowly opened, and he made eye contact with me a few minutes ago before his eyelids fluttered shut again. Ryan had left the room almost immediately, demanding that a doctor come and see us, to explain to me what was going on and where we proceed from this moment forward.“Miss Bishop, I am Doctor Cameron.” A deep, unknown voice sweeps through the room. "I have recently taken over your father’s care, and I hear he has woken up from his coma. My apologies, I would have been here sooner, but the hospital is short-staffed, and I needed to step in for the surgery department.” He continues with his chin touching his chest as he skims my father’s medical report. “With your permission. I'd like to remove him from the ventilators, which should have already been done,” he turns his head and looks at the nurse standing beside him. “You and I will be having a conversation about this afterwards,” he growls darkly,

“You!” My father cries out in a trembling voice, trying to move himself into an upright position against his pillows. Failing horribly. His eyes dart back and forth between Alessandro and me, and I hang my head in shame, hating that he has to find out this way. “Dad,” I whisper heavily. “I can explain.” Finally finding the courage to raise my gaze, I meet his scolding stare that's filled with disappointment and heartache. He snatches his hand out from under mine, wincing, and turns his head to look in the opposite direction. Refusing to acknowledge our presence in the room. My heart plummets into my stomach, causing my belly to ache, and I recall I've seen this same reaction when he disowned Rose after learning that she was pregnant with a Valentino.“Mr Bishop,” Alessandros’ firm but gentle voice hums in the air, demanding attention. “Your daughter has missed you. She has been through a great deal while you were in a coma, and dismissing her because of me will be your greatest

One Week Later.Time seems to have slowed down in the last eight days. True to his word, Alessandro has forbidden me to enter through the villa’s iron gates, refusing to let me see Savannah. He ignores my calls, refuses to see me face to face or acknowledge my existence when he's driven past me standing outside the villa, deep in conversation with his henchmen. It hurts. I didn’t think it would hurt like this to go from sleeping in his bed to him acting like I don't exist.And it doesn't help that the memory of our last kiss haunts me through the night, leaving me breathless when I wake up in a pool of sweat and shivering limbs. ---“Miss Bishop, these are the documents for your father's discharge records, his medication, and his timetable for when he will need to return for checkups or physiotherapy .”I'm pulled out of my current state of self-pity when a nurse enters my father's room, blubbering away. I turn away from the window, meeting her gaze, “thank you.” I say politely

“Come on, Miss Bishop, open the door.” He yells, banging on the door again, and I watch as it rattles on the fragile hinges. I yank it open.The last thing I need right now is for my father to wake up or the women in the neighbourhood to see him and start gossiping. I poke my head out the door and look up and down the street, until I am confident he has not been seen, at which point I bring him inside and close the door behind him.I turn around, leaning my back against the door, and I glare at him with my arms folded across my chest. “What do you want and why are you here?” I hiss with annoyance as he goes about the living room, taking in his surroundings and most certainly passing judgement on our shabby way of life.“You called, I got worried and decided to come and check on Mr Bishop myself.” He stops walking and stares at me. “It's late.” I cast a glimpse at the clock on the wall. “It's after ten o'clock, he's asleep, I'm tired, and you should leave.” He chuckles, settling u