All Chapters of Blinded By Love: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"This is getting ridiculous, how much longer are they going to follow us?" Mira asked about the bodyguard that walked behind us in the mall. It was safe to say she didn't like to feel watched, and to be fair neither did I. I spend all of my time pretending while in the house, and now I have to continue doing it outside. "Christian doesn't want us walking around alone, he doesn't think it's safe. I dont know if he is right or not yet somehow I'd rather be safe than sorry. And so should you." But she pretends she is above it, about the worry, about everything that happened."Well if he wants to keep you under wraps, taking you to the high-profile party isn't the best course of action," Mira states as we walk into a high-end dress store."Actually he thinks that being in the eyes of the world would make me safer, and besides it's his birthday party, as his girlfriend I have to be there. And now so do you." Mira gave a resigned shrug and walked deeper into the store, clearly still harbori

“What do you want, Mr.DeLuca?” I ask, the words slipping from my mouth sharper than I intended. "What happens now? What is your point?"His smile widens, a dangerous curve of lips that sends a chill through me. "I’m not interested in making points, Miss Bennett. I’m interested in leverage." He steps back, his posture relaxed now, almost casual as he grabs the glass that Mira drank from, taking a slow sip. The tension in my stomach coils tighter. I want to shout, I want to demand he leave, but instead, I force myself to take a deep breath, trying to remain calm and smile."I don’t know what you think you have on me, but whatever it is… you’re wasting your time."He tilts his head, eyes flicking to my hand, where I grip the glass too tightly, my knuckles white. "Am I? You’re a smart woman, Miss Bennett. Surely, you realize I have plenty of ways to make things very uncomfortable for you." I swallow hard, fighting the surge of panic threatening to rise in my chest. "Just tell me what you

Mira's POVLove made a choice, she will marry Christian, and at this moment as I clapped my hands together with the rest of the guests at this wonderful news I kept thinking if the advice I gave her was a good one. It's a price for happiness. But what did I know of happiness? A big fat nothing. The word meant nothing to me, not for a very long time, what I did know of was peace... and that was the only thing I had for the last six years, something I feel like I'm losing ever since he showed up. He, Vincenzo, an enigma staring at me from across the room. Our last conversation left a lot of things in the air, and he managed to dig his way deeper into my head to the point where he is the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last before falling asleep. And now I have one more question to add to the list. What did he want with Love?I stared back at him, which seemed almost like a challenge. He smiled so I smiled back. He raised his glass as if to toast with me, so I did the sa

Love's POVOne month later..."You did what?!" I asked Grace as she sat across from me at the breakfast table after Christian left for work. Mira was determined to go back to the apartment while Christian was set in stone that I won't leave his sight... ever. So I was stuck here, so to speak. "I took the liberty to talk to your parents." She said it with such ease while sipping on her coffee. "You were having a hard time and with a wedding to plan we needed that out of the way." "What... What did you tell them? Why haven't they called me? I know my dad, he would have called me." I was freaking out. My dad didn't approve of lies and deceptions, both of which I was doing to Christian. "Calm down, and lower your voice. Sebastian has incredible hearing." Why is it that every time someone tells me to calm down my blood pressure seems to spike?"They think Christian knows. I told them we were doing this for Sebastian. To be honest, your father didn't take it the best way but your mother s

Mira's POVWas the way I checked my windows every so often paranoid? Absolutely not. I just like to be aware of what is happening around me. But, let’s be honest, the image of a sixty-nine-year-old lady doing exercises in an outfit that left nothing to the imagination was somewhat traumatizing. I mean, good for her to keep in shape, but… that wasn’t the visual I had in mind for my day. But this is where I wanted to be, my place, with my thoughts. It was easier to be tormented by the memory of Vincenzo's lips in the privacy of my four walls. Love wanted me to stay, but I wasn't able to. I needed to distance myself from her as much as I could, at least while I felt like I had a target on my back. I refused to stop living, to stop breathing, to stop being the person I was. But I also refused to drag anyone else into this mess. I also need to escape him. His touch, the soft press of his mouth against mine, still lingered, like an echo of something I couldn’t quite escape. I didn’t want to