Semua Bab The Don's bargain : Bab 31 - Bab 40

“So what are you gonna do?” He asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.Truthfully, I was taken aback by his boldness, rather defiance. But I didn't let that show in my facial expressions. I scanned my brain for things to say to scare him off, but I wasn't used to all this. Instead I started walking away.“Ou wait.” The kid called out and I turned back. “Okay?”“I don't want to take anything from you.” He started, maintaining a serious expression. “But I'm willing to keep my mouth shut about all of this.”A sense of relief washed over me. But a bigger question was posed in front of us. “How are you going to do that?”He rolled up his sleeves, scratching his hair. My eyes followed him, landing on his wrist. In his wrist, laid a small mark that pulled something in me. I couldn't stop staring at the mark. There was something in there that pulled me closer to the mark. I held my hands in the air, almost touching the mark but I stopped myself.“I was thinking-” his voice called me back

As the page loaded, my heart pounded with anticipation and I shook my legs to steady my heartbeat. I didn't know what else to do so I just stayed there letting the page load. My mind scanned around for multiple scenarios of what I could see but I couldn't come up with anything. My hands were shaky as I grabbed my phone to check. The first thing that captured my eye was an image of her on the beach. She wore a blue loosed floral gown that complimented her olive skin, dark shades that covered her eyes with a wide smile plastered on her face as she did the peace sign posing for the camera. She jutted her left hip, putting all her weight on one foot. Rosa was damn beautiful. Apart from this Rosa bore an uncanny resemblance to me, we had the same big bright eyes, puckered lips, similar dentition and even up to our physiques. I couldn't make sense of that. I read about her about her bsaic information about where she was born and what school she attended.Now I was moving over what happened

“You mean what?” “Exactly what you heard, she's alive but she didn't want her parents to be aware but eventually she told them.” “Then why are her fans not aware of it all?” “She wanted to start all over with her life without public scrutiny. She enjoyed the celebrity life but she got tired of it after a while. My only regret was that I didn't get to understand her on time. I thought she had a say in ending our marriage but she was just as tied as I was in it. She wanted to leave badly and get married to her true love Robin but her father forbade her from it and when she finally had the chance she discovered that Robin had moved on with you so she ran away but she told me all of it before she did.” His voice held this raw sincerity that I couldn't shake off. I couldn't sit and process everything. I felt like my head was exploding and I needed to go to the beach and sit there to process everything. “So if you didn't hit her, what were the eyebags all about?” “She was fucking

StefanoWhile Bella was out with Robin, I kept calling Tomasso, he wasn't taking my calls and that plunged me into a state of anxiety. I didn't even care that I hadn't thought Marco to keep an eye on Bella. I bugged his phone with Messages and calls. When he finally responded to me, he said Tomasso was in the restaurant with my wife. I was hoping for a good sign, a concrete information that could help me ahead of Robin. So, i relaxed, surfing through the channels on the Tv and drinking champagne. I thought my whole plan was going smoothly. I called Matteo to inform him about everything.“Boss, how do you do?” He asked, I could feel the smile from his voice. He was spending rime with bis girlfriend but I could help but fucking share this with him.“Fantastic!” I replied, skipping formality. “How's your time out with Lucy? When are you going to propose?” I asked, teasing him.He hesitated, then I heard the shuffling of footsteps. “I have to leave the bed to answer this one.”“Are you ch

I chuckled at the thought of him thinking Tomasso was blabbermouth. Bro was literally keeping my secrets.After a minutes of trying to convince Marco, a smiles stretched across his thin lips and he came down from the car.Tomasso led the way as we got into the restaurant. I adjusted my dark shades and gave them the opportunity of picking where would sit at the VIP section Stefano had already reserved for me. Marco gave that professional smile and shook his head, insisting that I chose the table instead. Tomasso rolled his eyes, looking bored already and decided to do the honours of choosing a seat while I nodded. This was about to be a fun time with their personalities clashing. Marco was extremely reserved, professional to the greatest while Tomasso still didn't care about anything. He behaved like a child who had nothing to loose.Having noticed us, a male waiter sauntered towards our direction. He was neatly dressed and well behaved as he handed three menus to each of us.As I scan