CHAPTER 30: INDEBTED It was Mrs. Roswell’s loud shriek that woke up Grace from her room. With worry laced face, she rushes out only to find her mother trying to stop a few men from taking everything inside their house. “Y-you can’t do this to me! How dare you treated us like we’re some pieces of sheet?!” Mrs. Roswell hollered. She was far from the sophisticated Roswell, who would eye those who are beneath her. Her hair is tangle, barefooted as she stood there with rage. Mrs. Roswell was clearly a mess after the arrest of her husband, and now this. Grace worriedly take her steps towards her mother, “What’s happening, Ma?” Even she was tired with all of it. “These bastards are telling us that we have some debt, when clearly we don’t!” She snapped. That’s when they both heard a voice coming to their direction. “Why don’t you ask your husband, Mrs. Roswell then?” The two lifted their eyes. They were meet by an old man, whose neck and arms are both covered with gold, necklaces an
CHAPTER 31: HER JEALOUSY When she woke up the next day, Italia was alone. The sun was already shining brightly, and the empty space beside her was cold. The traje de boda was nowhere to be seen, and everything seems to be already neatly arrange as if yesterday were nothing, but all dreams of lust, and repine longing that Gustavio could still be soften by her.She sighs.The double doors of her room opened.“Miss.” It was Tristan, her personal butler. “Mr. Salvador ask me to send you at the dining table.”“Tell him that I wasn’t in the mood—”“It was an order, Miss.”Her fist curled up, and clenched.“An order, huh?”Italia doesn’t like the sound of it, but what can she do? Whose fault was it to be here kissing Gustavio Enriquez Salvador’s ass? Probably hers.“I’m coming.” Italia pulled her robes to hide her bare shoulder in sight. “Wait for me outside—”“I’m sorry, Miss.” Tristan sounded apologetic this time. “But Mr. Salvador emphasize that I must not leave your side and quickly fet
CHAPTER 32: SCANDAL“You did not hurt yourself, didn’t you?” Zamiel asked.Italia laughs softly.“Geez, stop worrying, it wasn’t as if you didn’t saw that not even a shard graze my palms, Zam.” She rolled her eyes playfully, regardless of the heaviness she was carrying on her chest.“Did I say I was referring to a wound?” With that said, the latter lifted his head.He was frowning.Italia’s smile faltered.“W—what...”“I know what you feel.” Zamiel sighs. He reached out, and softly touched her head in a comforting manner. “I know my cousin could be a bastard sometimes.” He added, and chuckled as if to lighten up the mood.“Zam...” Italia trailed off, before she turned her head sideways. “How long had you known?”“Way back in college,” Zamiel stood up. “I know that the two of you had a thing—”“That’s why you were never surprise to see me here one day living with him, right?” Italia confronted him.“Yes.” Before his forehead ceased. “But what I couldn’t understand was why there is Sama
CHAPTER 33: GRUDGES TO BE KEPTDid she fainted?A grunt escape from her lips, when she woke up. Lost, because the last time she could recall isn’t this place, but she boarded a car of a woman named Mitch...? Minchi...? But the throbbing on her temples only made her unable to remember her name.The light seeping from the cracks blinded her for a second. The room is painted white, and the smell of disinfectant suggested where she is.Italia was brought in a hospital, but what for?The door of her room was pushed open.“You’re awake.” It is the woman.“You are...?” Italia smile is uncertain. “Sorry, I am a little groggy.”“That’s alright, and it’s Minchin.” The latter placed some bags to the table next to her bed. “I brought you some food.”“Thanks, but what happened?” Italia is still seemingly confuse.“You fainted.” Minchin stated the obvious. “Out of worry, I brought you here and the doctors say that you just needed a little rest, because you seems to be under so much stress lately.”
CHAPTER 34: AGAINTS HER WILLSore. Italia could feel her body throbbing entirely. Her throat is dry. Her lips are chapped, and for how long had she been there she lost count of. Days felt like ages, and night was much colder than she thought it should have been. She didn’t know where she was nor where did those men had brought her with.Tears stream on her eyes.“P—please.”She never felt so terrified, and this is the first time that Italia felt fear creeping on her arms.THUD.Footsteps echoed. A cold sweat run down on her spine. Italia felt her lips trembled. She was familiar of whom those belongs to. It is own by that man, whom she first seen, when she woke up on that unfamiliar place.The door was soon pushed open.“My my, it’s so dark in here, isn’t it?” His voice is cruel, his presence drove her to the corner.Italia swallowed, when he began to advance.“Don’t you feel alone here?” He chuckled.When she responded with silence, the air shift. His mood seems to change.“And you ar
CHAPTER 35: SOLDHer throat was parched dry. Her limbs are numb, and everything hurts. Italia whimpered, when she woke up again with the splash of cold water.“A—ah!” She let out a low shriek as she hugged her body.Blinking past towards the blinding light, Italia could see Fredo in front of her.“Did I wake you up?” He chuckled.He always laugh, and Italia....she was beginning to hate how much he was gaining amusement from her suffrage.“N—not at all, Sir.” Her jaw clenched as she lied between her teethThe cold made her tremble, her lips are already quivering, and she could have sworn that she was already pale from what he pulled. But Fredo Montreal doesn’t seems he care. Only if Italia began to talk back, and earned back her strength. In that case, he would something to put up the fire and the feisty Italia would just succumbed, submit and pleaded for her life.She hated it.Fredo Montreal. Italia began hating that name.“Good.” The man then soon pulled her arms harshly. “Then you’
CHAPTER 36: PUNISHMENT The sound of a gun, so loud echoed inside her head and Italia came awake. Drenched in sweat, wide eyes and panting, catching her own breathe as if she run a miles. She was on edge, searching each corners of the same room she had gotten familiar with. She was ready to leapt until her body slowly relaxed as she took off her sorroundings.She is on her room. There are no bloods, no screams and cries. Nothing that her mind was trying to deceived her for.Italia let out a loud breathe, “That dream again.”But even if it was a dream, she still find herself shaking.It just started, when Fredo abducted her. The rescue didn’t run smoothly. His men fought Black’s, and it was a bloody fight as her brain recall the events that took place that night.“We were paid to save you, Italia. That is an order from him.” Black helped her up on her feet. His left hand still holding the gun, while Fredo was loosing too much blood on the floor. Only that, Black ordered one of his men
CHAPTER 37: INDENIAL It was silent. It was too silent for her liking.She isn’t used to this atmosphere. Sitting on the same dining table, while facing Gustav, her ex-husband as if nothing happened. As of those tears she shed, and the confrontation was merely nothing, but a dream.What more was her chest that seems bottled by so many butterflies that keep swarming even on her stomach. It made the air awkward.That Italia couldn’t help, but cleared her throat.“So, how are you?” She unknowingly winced.How are you really? She thought, but isn’t that what most start their conversation?Gustav stopped slicing the steak on his plate, and lifted his head.THUMP.Italia gulps. Her throat is parched dry, and she was not liking a bit how much he could affect her.“Still the same, when you left.” He said dryly.That made her hangs her head low. Guilt tripped her core. She knew that it is him, who save him, but her pride wouldn’t even accept it. Gustav rescued her, when no one had ever done th