(ITALY, BRUNO FAMILY HIDEOUT)Iris sat on the throne in the large room, staring down at her cellphone. A bug frown plastered on her face and she glared up angrily. "Diane! Diane!!" She called.Diane walked into the room, bowed in front of her. "My queen. You called me.""How did Winston get caught? We were making plans together! How did he get caught?" Iris shouted.Diane looked at her, confused. " Who's Winston?""Don't be so dumb you sickhead. Winston...the guy who came here asking for that b*stard brother of mine." Iris replied." I didn't know he has been caught." Diane replied." That son of a b*tch... he's going to reveal everything. How do I get him out of there? I'm sure Elvis is behind this. He's Tristan's informant."" Then he has to be captured and dealt with." Diane said, equally mad.Iris nodded. "Sand that has to happen now. Tell Alfred to prepare the boys." " Yes my queen." Diane replied and left.Iris stood up from the throne and walked upstairs to her room.Her mothe
Tristan dropped his phone on the drawer with a satisfying look on his face. Finally, he was back in charge again even though he wasn't there, but yet, he in charge.He thought as he walked back to his bed. He thought about what to do with Leah and concluded it was best he sent her back to Italy. He picked up the jacket on his bed before walking out of the room.**Leah sat on the bed in the room she was kept locked in. The handcuffs were still on her wrist, making it impossible for her to do anything. The door suddenly opened and Tristan walked in. Leah looked like and smiled sheepishly. "You are finally here."Tristan only stared at her without saying a word. He walked to the table, took one of the wine and poured himself a drink. "Want a drunk too?" He asked as he sipped his drink.Leah scoffed and raised her hands. " I can't do that with this God forsaken handcuffs around my wrists, can I?"Tristan smiled. " I wouldn't give you either, just pulling your legs. You don't deserve w
Matteo sat in the tech room all alone, looking so lost in thought. Few minutes earlier, he'd overheard Tristan talking to Leah. He heard him correctly when he said Layla was his mother.He couldn't believe his ear but yet, Tristan couldn't have been lying about something so important."Now it's making sense." Matteo mumbled and nodded. He'd always suspected that something was not right and what he overheard confirmed it.He was not only surprised but also shocked as well. **Gianna was getting ready for bed when her phone began to ring again. She rolled her eyes and picked up the phone."It's Tristan again. What does he want?" She asked herself and decided to take the call."Good evening." She greeted."You finally picked the call, Gianna. What's happening?" Tristan asked from the other line.Gianna scoffed. " Did you just ask me that? Well, maybe I should remind you of what you said to me right before I left your house. You'd told me that there was nothing between us and that it w
Gianna came out of her room, yawning. She saw her mother walking into the kitchen. She rushed after her immediately. *What are you making, mom?" She asked, rbing her eyes.Yrsacy shrugged and smiled as she put her baking pan on the stove. "I'm gonna start with making some pancakes dear."" Wow. Everywhere looks so good. What are we celebrating?"Tracy laughed. " Must we have reasons to celebrate before we can have some nice smells in the house?"" Well, you look extremely happy, pretty and full of life. It's as if....you are in love mom. Are you getting back with Dad?"Tracy shook her head. " No my dear. I can't get back with your father, he has his family now of which you are part of but I can't get back with him."Gianna sat on a kitchen stoool. " But why mom? Why can't you just patch things with him? Are you gonna allow that Agnes of a woman take him away completely?"Tracy stopped what she was doing and looked at her daughter. "We've talked about this, my baby. Everyone is okay, A
Layla was in the garden, sitting down on the swing in the night. She moved slightly as she stared at the moon. She small smiey touched her lips as she remembered Gianna. " How are you, my dear? I hope you are doing just fine." Just then, her phone began to ring beside her. She quickly picked it up when she saw it was from Gianna. "Finally! You called!""I'm so sorry, Layla. How have you been?" Gianna asked softly.Layla frowned slightly. " I'm fine. Are you okay?" "Yeah. I'm just... having some changes in my system."" And why is that? Are you sick?"" Yeah...but in a good way." Gianna said and went silent for a while. She sighed and continued. "Layla... forgive me."Layla frowned again, wondering what she was talking about. "I don't understand, Gianna. What are you sorry about?"" I'm just saying sorry in advance...for the future."" What have you done wrong? Tell me, did you do anything to hurt yourself? Why are you sounding this way?" Layla asked." Nothing, okay? I'm just saying
Tristan sat on his bed, reminiscing about what Matteo had said to him. To distract himself for a while, he took the remote control and flipped on the TV.The news about Harry Finley and Jasper Milton came on. The mansion has been shut down, they've been sentenced and already taken to prison but Nelson had escaped, Tristan scoffed as he sat up on the bed. "That b*stard will never seize to amaze me. You can't hide, Nelson. Not after the innocent people you've killed." Tristan mumbled.He heard a knock on the door and looked up, wondering who it was."Come in." He answered.The door opened and Layla walked in. "Good morning boss." She greeted with her face down.Tristan stared at her, his eyes a little wider. He nodded, replying to her greeting. He looked away immediately and swallowed hard. "What do you want?"Layla stared up shd smiled. "I'm here to tell you that I will be leaving in few days time." Layla said and Tristan stared at her, totally silent. Layla had to repeat what she sa
They got to the house few minutes later and Gianna ushered Layla into the house. Tracy was very much around when they came and she was happy to finally meet Layla whom Gianna had talked so much about. "You are welcome, Layla." Tracy greeted with a light hug. " Thank you, Tracy. I've heard a lot about you from your daughter." Layla said with a smile." Oh please! Come and take a seat!" Tracy giggled, leading her into the small living room.Gianna stood by the door, watching the two women as they quickly made friends with each other. "Okay girls, I will be going now. I need to meet with my suster, I will be back before evening." Layla looked questioningly at Gianna. " I thought we had something to talk about?"" Yes, Layla. We have something to talk about but that will be when I get back. I need to see someone." Gianna replied. She turned and left the house, living the two women, chatting.**"You are late!" Samantha accused when Gianna finally showed up.Gianna rolled her eyes as t
Tristan stood outside the veranda, a glass of wine in his hand. He stood over the railings, staring down as he sipped his wine.He was thinking deeply about what to do. Since Layla left, he'd not been able to get her off his mind. He was contemplating on going after her, to tell her everything she needed to know but then, he still lacked the courage to take the step.His phone vibrated in his pocket, he took it out and saw it was a call from Gianna. He sighed and shook his head as he returned the phone to bid pocket."Layla's with her now. She must be calling because of her." Tristan concluded.Matteo came up behind him bowed. " Boss...the boys have arrived safely and everything is going according as planned."Did Elvis call? What did he say about Bella and her mother?"" They are still locked nup, boss. Just as you wanted." Matteo replied." Get me on the line with Elvis, I want to speak to Bella." Matteo stared at him. " May I ask why!""No, you may not." Tristan replied.Matteo b