couldn't believe my eyes as I stared at Mia's name flashing on Giovanni's phone. My heart raced, and my mind was flooded with questions. Why was she calling him? I don't know what was wrong with me but I couldn't shake off the feeling of possessiveness that washed over me. Why was I even feeling this way? After what I found out tonight, why do I care who Giovanni is with? I bite my lips and remembered the way he begged me that night and professed his love to me. Now that I think about it, was it even real? Everything seemed like a lie now. I rub my hands on my face. No one had ever affected me the way he did - his very presence seemed to ignite a longing, a yearning for something deeper than just physical desire. As if, in his eyes, I was the only woman who could ever truly captivate him, body and soul. Yet, I couldn't stop feeling this way towards him, I wanted him, I wanted him all to myself. No one had ever made me feel the way he did like I was the only woman he would ever lov
I tilted my chin, maintaining his smoldering gaze through the haze of desire clouding my senses. "Yes?" I managed to murmur, surprising myself with the husky rasp of my own voice."W-What are you doing?" I whisper. His body was still wet and I feel the wetness as he presses his body onto me. One corner of Giovanni's sensuous mouth curved in a hint of a smile that somehow looked both wicked and profoundly masculine. "Are you sure you want to go?" His words carried the unmistakable lilt of a challenge.Summoning every ounce of willpower, I attempted to project more bravado than I actually felt. "And if I do?" Giovanni's smile deepened, a low rumble sounding deep in his throat - a distinctly predatory sound that caused a shiver of arousal to race down my spine. "Then I'll be forced to pursue more...persuasive methods of changing your mind, principessa."Emily,' he whispered, his voice low and husky. 'Why do you always stare at me like that?'I swallowed hard, my heart racing. 'I-I don
With that curt decree, he turned swiftly on his heel and strode back down the hallway, leaving me staring after his retreating form in bemused silence. What was he trying to do? Why all of a sudden? I look back at the computer, I hope he didn't suspect anything. Not like what I was doing was wrong anyways. Following his instructions, I quickly get dressed in black pants trousers and a dark blue silk blouse with a pair of silver heels. I held the table to balance myself while I wore the heels. I let my hair fall in wavy curls past my shoulders and put on light makeup, doing my best to appear polished and professional for...whatever it was that awaited me. I took a black purse and locked my bedroom door carefully. Now I wasn't comfortable with leaving my door open anymore, I wonder why Darva would do that. I felt the heat rise as I remembered the letter she had audaciously brought out last night. What the hell had she been looking for in the room?!! As I hurried downstairs, I found
Salvatore D'Errico stood watching our approach with hooded eyes, his mouth set in a grim line and expression utterly inscrutable. As his piercing stare met mine from across the lobby, a muscle ticked in that severe jawline."What was he doing here?" I thought to myself as my eyes landed on Salvatore D'Errico's tall, imposing figure across the lobby. He was dressed immaculately in a clearly expensive dark suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and long legs. With his chiseled jaw, intense eyes, and meticulous grooming, he looked more like a model.Our gazes met briefly before he coolly looked away, refocusing his attention elsewhere with studied nonchalance. A small crease formed between my brows as confusion swirled within me. Why was Giovanni's half-brother? Then I remembered that Giovanni said he was his lawyer. I cut my eyes towards Giovanni, searching his expression for any hint of clarification, but his features remained a mask of casual indifference. He simply stood beside
"W-What did you just suggest?" I finally managed to stammer out, hardly able to process the implications behind his blasé statement.He held my wide-eyed stare steadily, utterly unruffled by the bombshell he had just dropped. "I think it may be best if we divorce," Giovanni repeated evenly, each syllable precise and weighted. "I don't want you to be more involved than you already are."A tense, loaded silence stretched between us as his words slowly sank in. I could feel the anger that had been simmering in my veins, momentarily doused by shock, beginning to reignite and threaten to erupt once more.I willed myself to remain outwardly calm through sheer force of will, taking a deep, steadying breath before responding. "No," I said in a tone of forced evenness "I'm not getting a divorce, I don't want it".One of Giovanni's brows arched upwards a fraction, the only outward hint of reaction he displayed. He made no move to reply, simply stood there with an air of infuriatingly nonchala
I stare at Russo D'errico in silence, unable to move. I don't know what it was about him but he always made me so nervous. Say something! I willed myself to speak but my tongue refused to move. "Well, well..." Russo's voice oozed with condescending mirth as his pale eyes slowly raked over me with undisguised insolence. "The little American tart who has caused our family such delightful complications."The cutting insult landed like a physical blow, stealing the breath from my lungs and leaving me gaping wordlessly. I watch in confusion. What complications?? awash in shame and indignant fury, as that sickening smirk stretched wider across Russo's features. "That's enough, zio." Giovanni's tone was soft yet laced with an unmistakable edge of quiet menace as he seemingly materialized in the doorway behind his uncle. Russo barely spared him a contemptuous glance over his shoulder, a derisive sneer curling his lip."Feeling protective of your plaything, nipote?" he taunted with an arc
"Did you know Penelope Eva had an illegitimate child with someone?""Really?" "Yes and apparently they were planning to elope from the country". "The man apparently owns that small diner on Second Street, everyone's talking about it. It's all over celebrity deets.""Can you believe it? she wanted to risk her career for a man like that? Not like she had any real talent anyway, the only reason why she made it this far is due to her old celebrity mother. Ugh, Nepo babies and their misplaced privileges"."I always knew Penelope was a slut, she wanted to trend so badly. I guess this is her big break. Her career is finally over." She laughs. The others join in. The room is filled with their incessant laughing. I listen while they slander various individuals. The room was stuffy and filled with different scents of intoxicating perfumes. I'm currently seated with my mother-in-law and her friends at this family get-together but in reality, it was just another chance to get together and goss
"What's this?" I held the papers out to him as he knotted his tie. "I want a divorce." He says. My heart struck. It's been a week since I caught him with that woman. I had retired to my room and waited till everyone had gone home, it wasn't till the next day that Zachary had come to meet me and ask for my forgiveness and I forgave him. He had promised never to do that again and we put it behind us. I thought everything was back to normal until now, staring at the black ink on the paper which I felt like tearing up.I move closer to him. He backs up a bit. "I forgave you when I caught you cheating and now you want a divorce?!!" I raise my voice.He sighs exasperatedly. "I want a divorce Emily, just sign the goddamn thing and let's get this over with."What? This isn't the Zachary I knew. "Wait a minute. You went back to her, didn't you. This isn't the first time is it?".He says nothing. "How long Zach, how long?!" I scream at him."We've been seeing each other for six months, Emil