All Chapters of Masquerade: His Forbidden Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ginevra It takes me longer than expected to get out of work and by the time I reach the Capolettis’ building, my heart is racing like mad. It’s the first time that I’ll get in and up to his penthouse without informing anyone. I’ll just use my key. Oh, God! I have to keep myself from squealing, as I would scare my Uber driver into an accident. My heart beats madly in my chest as I pass the foyer and get greeted by the concierge as if I belonged here since forever. Taking the elevator up to the last floor, I take one deep breath before I open the door with my key and get into the penthouse. “Ru?” I call out, not getting any answer. Stepping into the living room and following the track of light to get to the dining room. As I pass the door and get into the large room, I halt in my tracks, my arms slumping. “What are you doing here?” I ask surprised, pushing down the urge to just run to her and hug her. “I- I wanted to talk to you.” Nina gets up from her seat and gestures to the

Ginevra I let the heavy door close behind me and slip out of my heels with a sigh. As I’m on my way to set down the donuts I bought in Ruggerio’s kitchen, I freeze as I spot a woman standing in the living room by the windows. She still hasn’t turned fully to look at me but is looking over her shoulder, eying me up. Fuck. Her white hair is cut short, and her grayish eyes are boring into mine. Even if her face is quite expressionless, I can see she is kind of intrigued. “Are you the girl Ruggerio has been trying to hide from us?” Double fuck. “Oh, no, Ma’am. I’m Cassy. I’m the cleaning lady.” My panic is fully controlling my body as I lift my arms to show her her grandson’s favorite treat. “Would Madam also want something? I can gladly cook something.” Hopefully, she won’t take up on that offer. She looks me over as she turns slowly, her lips are pursed and I’m surely a bad actress. “Really? I guess I misinterpreted the painting he made of you completely wrong, then.”

Ginevra The next day passes excruciatingly slowly. I feel so numb due to my panic that my brain barely registers what’s happening around me. My family asks me several times if I’m OK and I keep telling them that I am. But I don’t think I’m convincing anyone. I thought about telling my father everything. Also, because it would blow up anyway and I was kind of scared of going to the Capoletti’s mansion all by myself. That isn’t right. Traditionally, my family should come with me. This is just fucked up. Even if I’m close to bursting many times, I keep it to myself. My stupid, romantic self is still thinking and trusting Ruggerio. Even if everything screams at me not to. The way he acted yesterday paired with the messages and the disparaging texts he keeps sending me has me wanting to puke. I even had to lock away my bracelet and my phone as they keep getting worse. He is so mean. I blow the last chance to confess anything as I tell my parents that I was going out to a fanc

Ginevra “Are you expecting someone?” My sister is rocking her baby as she shakes her head no to my grandmother and I mirror her, not even looking up from my plate. My night was the worst. The moment I was finally able to fall asleep I was haunted by my nightmares, jerking me awake. My father looks up from his newspaper questioningly. “Who would come by unannounced at this time of the day?” My grandmother makes some shooing noises to get the new maid to open the door. I don’t care, I just want to die. We all stare intrigued as we hear several footsteps nearing our dining room and the poor maid begging them to wait to be announced. Poor thing, her career was rather short even for my mother’s reign. My fork falls onto the plate as I see Massimo emerge from the hallway and my heart stops. This is it. I’m going to die. I see Salvo and Ruggerio, sr. following close, but I don’t spot my Ruggerio. My father springs out of his seat shouting. “What the fuck are you doing in my hou

Ginevra I hope you will find what you dreamed of soon. I’m on autopilot as I keep smiling while Tommaso is conversing with so many boring people. I feel like suffocating when I have to look like I’m having the time of my life. Tommaso suddenly acts considerate as he leans down to me, whispering, “I have to say hello to the Capoletti heir. Do you want to wait here?” I look at him with newly found resolve. “Oh, no. It’s OK. I’ll come with you.” Your mama is going to hide some place in shame. I can’t say my heart is beating out of my chest because it is practically breaking my bones as it tries to beat the fuck out of it. “Ruggerio, Elena, hey.” What gets me even more raging is that this Elena-bitch has hair as dark as mine and doesn’t look like one of his usual Barbies at all. Ruggerio turns around, getting my heart to stop. Tommaso’s voice vanishes into the background as it gets overpowered by some shrill sustained ringing in my ears. He looks awfully devastated, he looks pal