SIX YEARS LATER
"What?" Laura Tosseli yelled in shock as she slowly dropped her glass of wine. She looks deeply into Fiorella's eyes. With her brown hair in a ponytail and her clean navy blue guarded suit, she looks across the table at her best friend. "Twin baby? A boy and a girl? How the fuck did it happen?"
Laura Tosseli continues. "Is that true? So you just broke up with Dante like this? And live for six years. Just you and the two babies?" She looks disturbed.
Fiorella Evette looks sad at her lasagna noodles. "Yes, it's incredible to think of it." She smiles, "I've survived six years. Such a long time,"
Laura looks at her best friend in pity. "You will never know. It's like yesterday when my brother and I grew up together..." She sniffs. "Who would know that you're now a mother? All still curves up, your slim wide hips,"
Fiorella giggles at Laura. "Common, Aura, I have no choice. I have two children to raise, and all are scheduled up. I am doing three works right now." She sniffs once more. "English Home tutorial, At noodles restaurant, and lastly, a mother!" She grins.
Laura flinched in shock. She smiles suddenly. "But those jobs don't make much money. It's not even enough to feed you and one kid,"
"Yeah, I know, it's tough for the name. I am a High-class graduate of the feed of Fashion, and also I've got my degrees, but finding good work in Milan or Sicily needs a connection to do that," Fiorella complains.
Laura smiles. "Me spending half of my years in Seoul is not a pain in my beautiful ass. I am here, girl, and your girl is back, so the Gods must have known that a princess is in distress. So he sent me the acknowledgment Angel to save your motherly ass!"
Fiorella looks at her, confused.
Laura quickly slams a booklet onto the table, not minding people who stare. "Amica, look! Fifty thousand Euros a month. Secretary to the Boss!"
Fiorella's eyes opened in shock. "Fif...fifty...tho... thousand Euros?" She clears her throat. "Seems too good to be true,"
"Do you take me as a fake DR manager?" She furrows her brow at the still-lifeless Fiorella. "Everybody knows that the pay is good at Missoni Clothing. I can't say about others. But I can get you into that company for sure with the help of my brother,"
Fiorella picks up the booklet as she rolls her eyes at the requirements. "But look at the requirements: 5'4 in height, well proportioned, bachelor's degree in business and fashion, Fair or Melanie skin, beautiful face, and graceful behavior," she raised her eyebrows questionably at Laura. "Isn't your rich friend looking for a woman?"
Laura laughs out loud. "I've been friends with him since we were kids. Never lacks women! The secretary is going to be picked up by the Boss's fiance. So relax. He's not fully yet the King but a prince. He's there temporarily because his father, Massi Denaro, is testing him."
Fiorella picks up the booklet again. "Okay, girl, I need this money. My kids are going to school, and I want to send them to the best school."
"It's your grace, Fiorella, your grace," Laura Tosseli smiles as she leans over to kiss her forehead. "I'll be going now before my husband Lucca sends for me. I'll create a chance to see you and the kids, okay?"
Fiorella nods. "Okay! Grazie Laura,"
_
Fiorella slowly opens the door as she enters the house to see her mother doing the dishes and her kids. "Noello, Noelle! Mamma is back!"
"Mamma!" Noelle yells in happiness as she runs to embrace her mother. "Today, I helped Nonna and sold many clothes,"
Noello looks coldly at his mother.
" Rella, what brings you back so early?" Her mother, Ginvera Evette, questions.
"Good news, I found a new job with the help of a long-gone friend! Starting from tomorrow!"
"What company?" Noello questions with a frown like he didn't care, with his five-year-old cold voice and character.
" Missoni clothing line!" Fiorella mouthed.
"Missoni clothing. That won the BMF (Best Milan Fashion) and also took over the IFNA(Italy fashion Nova Award) and best parachute regiment of the whole decade?" His hoarse voice snaps. "Do you know their main source?" He snaps at me again!
"What?" We all looked at him, confused.
He Looks resentful. "Gang leaders! Mafia King and prince!"
"Enough of your rubbish talk." Grandma snaps.
For goodness sake, he's just five years old. He's Melanie-skinned, has a possessive voice, and is hot for his age.
"Boy, you're only five. How do you come to know so much about it?" She looks embarrassed at her cold-minded son.
Noello rolled his ocean-blue eyes at his mother. "They are a rich and powerful firm. They are linked with the Sicilian groups and also Mexico and U.S companies. They are monopolies domestically. Why would they hire someone like you? Do you even know what you're about getting yourself into?" He spat.
"Are you showing contempt for Mamma?" Fiorella giggles at him, looking stupid about the machine brain that her son has.
He didn't care to respond, but he slowly walked to the couch to sit.
Noelle grumbles. "But Noello, didn't you say you want to have dinner? I'm hungry,"
"Call me Fratello! I am your elder brother, so say it, Fratello maggiore,"
Noelle rolls her eyes sarcastically at him. "You're only Nine minutes older than me!"
"Even still, I am still your Fratello maggiore!" He folds his arms to his chest, looking firm at his sister.
Noelle grumbles at him. "Are you emphasizing that you're older than me?"
He frowns. "I am just saying that I'm older than you, and I am your elder brother, and I have got the right to lecture you,"
"Un Vecchio," she cusses as she sticks her tongue at him.
Noello flinched, looking killed. "What? Did you call me old man?"
Fiorella giggles as she holds the two of them. "Come on, don't fight. Mommy is taking you two to the park tomorrow!"
"Yeyyy... Park!" Noelle jumps for joy.
"Whatever!" Noello walks back into his room.
"What a cold child!" Grandma mutters, watching him leave.
_
They arrived at the children's park. Noelle grumbles. "Mamma, I want candy and chocolate chips," she tugs on the hem of Fiorella's dress.
She looks down at her five years old. "But baby, Mamma is lining up for tickets. How about you take her to it, Noello?" Fiorella looks from Noelle to Noello's cold eyes.
Noelle pleaded with her brother. "Big brother, I want to have candy and chocolate chips,"
"Watch your weight!" He rolls his eyes at her.
"You're a savage..." Noelle cuss.
"I know, I'm a savage, Classy, bougie, ratchet, Sassy, moody, nasty, Acting stupid," he sings, nodding his head at the flaming in a fury, Noelle.
"I hate you!" She whispered.
Suddenly, a car nearly runs them over. But luckily, the driver holds first on his brake. With a sleek, the vehicle stops.
The driver opens the door. "Kids, why are you walking on the road by yourselves? This is too dangerous. How could a mother leaves her kids on the park path?"
Noelle trembles in fright. "Sorry, uncle, we are sorry that we frightened you!" Noello holds his sister's shoulder to console her knowing quite well that she's a crybaby. She doesn't like to be yelled at.
"Tito," the model-like lady in the backseat mutters to his companion, who is busy on his phone. "Look at that boy, and he looks like you so much. And that girl, she looks like your mother,"
"Does he?" He questioned without taking his eyes off the screen.
"Tito, do you like children?" She interrupts him again with a shimmering smile. "We're getting married anyway. I can give you a child," she adds without letting him reply to her first question.
The car slowly drives past them. "Watch the road!" Fiorella complains as she grabs her two kids.
"Sorry, Mamma!" Noello mutters.
"Stop the car." He stammers, turning around to the woman who just embraced the children.
The driver quickly stops. "Tito, what is wrong?" Gwendolyn Ramos asks, stunned at the look on Tito's face. He looks out the window.
That woman looks so familiar! Right, what is wrong with me?
He holds his head for relaxation. "Tito, what is wrong with you?" Gwendolyn Ramos asks, worried at the way Tito touches his head.
"Nothing, I am fine! Let's go," he ordered.
_
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RECENT YEAR
Fiorella walks out to the sitting room, looking like a nerd. She grins at Noello. "Baby, Mamma is going to the interview now," she smiled at him.
"You're going to the interview like this?" The five-year-old looks so disgusted at his mother.
"Baby, you don't know. You won't understand, but this is your mother's outlook on life. So where is your sister?" Fiorella asked.
But suddenly, she heard tiny feet racing towards her; with this, she turned around to see Noelle smiling as she grabbed her. "Mamma..." she called, hugging Fiorella, who squatted for her to embrace her.
"My baby girl, I'll miss you. Please be suitable for your big brother and also don't disobey him when I'm gone. Take good care of your grandma Ginvera, okay?"
"I will, Mamma. You look beautiful this morning," Noelle complimented her mother.
With this, Noello sucks his teeth, rolling his eyes dramatically at their gender. "Mamma looks so horrible in that four eye glasses. Why did you braid your hair like Noelle's? I wouldn't say I like the pigtail hairstyle. And your black skirt is too long, no man will want to admire your natural beauty, and your white long sleeve is too casual. Troublesome woman," He rolled his eyes and walked directly onto his room.
Fiorella looked stunned until he finally entered his room—I don't know where he got his coldness from. He's so emotionless; even though he cares, he doesn't show it; I'm just scared of his youth age outcome. I'm feeling so sorry for the girls that we agree to date him. He's so savage and has this wicked look, but the best thing is that he's very handsome, incredibly cheeky, intelligent, and has beautiful blue eyes.
"Let me kiss my baby girl goodbye," Fiorella grins as she peeks Noelle on her soft baby cheek.
"Good luck to you, Mamma; I love you so much," She smiled slightly. "Go now, Mamma, I don't want you to be late for the interview,"
She nodded and waved her goodbye before exiting the entrance of the door. She saw her mom outside as she kissed her forehead.
"Have a blessed day ahead of you, my dear," Signora Guivera smiled as she waved Fiorella goodbye.
Fiorella walks into the street lane and boards a cab. She smiled at her reflection in the front mirror of the taxi.
I look good like this; the secretary will personally be hand-picked by the boss's fiance. No woman would want to put a gorgeous woman closer to her man. So, I must keep a low profile for the time being.
The building is so massive. I walked past the securities because of my credentials and my ID card; they allowed me in. After passing the first entrance, I stop at the second entrance seeing a lot of guards, not just plain ugly guards but acceptable, sexy, and masculine kinds like the ones from Mafia movies.I halt as they turn to me with disgusting eyes—I'm not that ugly, you know. I turn my four eyes away from them. Finally, I halt at the main entrance about to open the door, which instantly did with full force but accidentally pumped into a colossal figure. I stopped as my ass found itself on the cold tile floor. I wince in pain.I hurriedly pick up my credentials that are now flying over the entrance floor. The idiot didn't even bother to help, and it's his fucking fault. My eyes landed on his arm to see that he had a massive rose, dark inked tattoo on the back of his palm. My eyes grew wide as I continued to stare, but he was putting on a black body-hugged suit that showed the tin
Unedited Fiorella's POVI pray he inclines toward the orange juice because his fiancee said so herself this morning. I exhaled, carried the glass of juice, and knocked on his door. "Boss, your juice is ready!" I said vibrantly with a nourished smile on my face as I slowly dropped the glass on his drink shelf beside him. He was busy typing on his laptop. Immediately I got closer to him; his unique fragrance purely slapped me. He smells divine—God lord, how can a man scent so fine?I shook my head, shaking away the erotica thought that was about to take place in my motherly brain. He's taken, after all, and I've been single for five-six year's but the last time I was intimate was four years ago. It sucks being alone."I don't drink just any kind of juice!" He savagely said. "Bring Avocado juice!"I turn cold instantly; his voice holds no emotion. His gaze holds the truth of endless wrath. It's as if I'm the reason for all the problems in this world. I cringed. "I'm so sorry, Boss.
Fiorella's POV "He's a maniac!" I mutter still in disbelief about what happened. I touched my lips and swallowed hard. It was nice kissing though , his lips tasted good, I didn't realise when I licked my lips. 'What are you thinking, Fiorella, don't give in to temptation,' I said to myself and took a deep breath. I walked to my desk, I put my glasses back on and started processing the termination contract. It isn't easy but I'm really doing well. "If he thinks I will disgrace myself or he will have a chance to make fun of me then he is mistaken." I said with a smirk. I continued typing on the computer, I started dozing off slowly when the door suddenly flung, I was expecting to see my boss, but I was stunned to see a beautiful lady walk in. She looks beautiful, she has a model-like shape, she's wearing expensive clothes but I can't figure out where I've seen her. "Please who are you?" I couldn't help asking. She faced me with a puzzled face, that face suddenly filled with dis
Tito's POVAfter leaving the office to get some fresh air, I felt suffocated with that insane woman. She's really testing my patience, if she thinks she can dare me, then she's completely wrong, I'm looking for an opportunity to sack her or even f**k her too. I wandered back to the office after staying a while walking around the company. I used the opportunity to give instructions to boys in my clan, they have to do something before I get there. Reaching my office, I pushed the door open and walked in, I turn to see my secretary sleeping on duty. "What the h*ck is wrong with this hag?!" I yelled with a growl. I exhaled in order to control my anger, I pocketed my phone and frowned heavily. I hate it when my workers are slothful, when they are lazy like there is nothing to do and I end up wasting my money by paying them a salary."You must be kidding me!" I shook my head and walked to my table, I grabbed the cup of coffee on it. Without wasting any time, I walked briskly to her si
Fiorella's POVI could feel my heart racing, I was so anxious and nervous when his lips got closer to my face. His sexy honey eyes are scary to look into, only his voice could make one bawl out of fear, but I finally turned and was stunned when his lips slammed in mine, this isn't the first kiss today but it seemed different, it was wild. He broke this kiss when the door opened, I faced the door to see his fiancee, my nightmare really came through. She came in yelling and even attacked me but I smartly moved away as she tried slapping me. I looked to see on whose face that heavy slap landed and it was on my Boss's face. I gasped and raised my glasses, I couldn't see clearly so I put them back on . I was shocked when it happened. "Dio mio!" Gwendolyn repeated, her hand was visibly shaking. Her face turned pale and a bit whiter than before. "I'm...sorry," She stuttered and put her itchy hand behind her back. I felt like bursting into laughter watching the scene. It seems like the
Fiorella's POVMy mouth parted and suddenly went dry. "I told you to keep quiet..." Laura scolded with a sorry face. "I didn't know," I faked a cry and stomped my feet on the floor. "What is he going to do to me?" I whimpered and grabbed her two arms. "I need this job, Laura..." I said, shaking her. "I-I don't k-know." She stammered because I was shaking her. I released her arms and she gasped. "Why must you always act crazy?" Laura asked and rolled her eyes at me. I felt so agitated, his attitude was so shivering, I wondered what he was going to do to me, he said he was going to punish me, what kind of punishment would he give me? Would he try anything nasty with me? Remembering how he kissed me, I covered my b**bs with my hands. "You should go, delaying will make him more angry at you, I've had my encounters with him and being late would make him annoyed, just go," Laura urged and pushed me towards the door."I'm scared," I blurted out. "You are a tough girl, tough girls d
Next morning Fiorella freshens up, surprisingly she's the first to wake up, she woke up even before Signora Ginvera woke up, which is unlike her. Fiorella dresses up in her usual style, she isn't fashionable, her tangled hair, the cocky and ugly glasses, it's just like a normal day but today is special. She leaves her room and goes to Signora Ginvera's room, she knocks lightly on the door. In few minutes, the door opens and Signora Ginvera looks at her sleepily. "Fiorella," Signora Ginvera mutters, her eyes then widens in surprise to see her daughter awake at this time. "It's still early," Signora Ginvera said and looked at the clock in her room. "Mamma, it's just a few minutes to seven o'clock and I don't want to be late for such an important day." Fiorella replies with a grin. "Is there any special event happening in your office?" She asks but the latter nods in negative. "No, but it's going to be special for me," Fiorella answers, giggling excitedly. "Mamma for today take c
Gwendolyn stands by the door. "Get your hands off me!" Tito suddenly yells, even Gwendolyn who hears his shriek from outside crings in fear. She touches her chest and pats it gently before putting her ear closer to the door to eavesdrop. "What h*ck was that about?" Tito frowns at Fiorella who is far from him, his shouting makes her distance herself from him. "B-boss..." "You are crossing your limits," Tito growls authoritatively. "But you played along," Fiorella defends herself from his scolding. "Yes I did because she deserves it so I used you but I'm certain that now you are crossing your limits by touching me!" Tito frowns, his lips are downwards from side to side and his beard lowers. Fiorella lowers her gaze avoiding his eyes. "It's not like your body is gold, I don't want to touch you either," Fiorella mutters playing with fingers. "Take off those glasses!" Tito warned again , his gaze on her turned angry. Fiorella quickly takes off her glasses and lowers her eyes to t