“And who is Angelica?” I asked and saw how Emmanuella’s went into deep thoughts. “I have no idea, why are you asking?” She asked, but just by her reaction, I knew that she could not help me anymore. LPerhaps Angelica was another baby they gave away. Matteo Alfonzo calling out for Angelica sounded l
“I stole it from Vincenzo’s father, Fabio Garcia’s office,” Beau spoke. “The man who made my life miserable, but now I know why!”“Christian is not the saint you think he is and Vincenzo isn’t either!”“W-what?” I asked again, on the verge of fainting at all the sudden news I was receiving. “A long
All I ever wanted was a family, and that’s why I took a step back. Christian betrayed me, but I was not ready to let go of that small hope I had in building a family. I was not ready to let go of Christian. “I can’t.” I breathed.“So you’ll continue to live your life as a prisoner?” Beau asked with
“If you really are, then come with me so I can protect both you and the baby, I will never lie to you and I will never betray you. I’ve been looking for you for a long time and I will never let go of you, ever.”“Beau...I can’t.” I told him once again. The last thing I wanted was to put him in any k
“You’re back already?” I asked Christian while I tried to read the look on his face. He seemed pissed.“Do you think this is normal?”I flinched and stared at him while he sat on the couch as if he had been waiting for me for hours.“Emmanuella, do you mind going upstairs for some bit?” Christian as
“Seren-““No, answer me— please. If you care about me just a little bit you will answer me!”I told Beau we could trust him, and here he was— proving me wrong.“There was someone who knew about your identity and spread rumors, I went there to deal with it.” He sighed, avoiding my gaze. “Okay, who wa
“Give it!” He demanded and pulled the phone from my hands before he picked up, leaving me behind in shock.“Serena?” I heard Vincenzo’s voice as Christian put him on speaker. Christian looked at me, forcing me to answer.“Y-yes?” I asked, trying to remain calmly— but the look on Christian’s face was
“So where is it actually that we’re headed?” I asked Christian after he had almost dragged me in the car.“I will show you why you can’t trust anyone.” He said and tightened his grip around the steering wheel. Whatever was going on seemed to be really bothering him.All I could think of were my pare