LUCREZIA
My brows furrowed, not understanding the words spewing out of his mouth. I took a step back as I observed his face burning red in anger. He stared at me with loathing in his eyes. I don’t understand what I did for me to deserve such hate from him.“Don Leuzzi… A-are you all right?” I asked deeply worried. I took a step nearer him, feeling that there is something wrong.With furrowed eyebrows I stared into him. Although he is already right in front of me, I couldn’t see him inside of him. It was as if a different spirit had possessed him, taking over his body.As he stared at me with that hateful look in his eyes, I realized he hadn’t recognize me. I think he is out of himself. He mistook me for a different person.“Where is Orenzio?! Instead of standing around here doing nothing, you should be focusing on taking care of our son. He is not getting good grades because you don’t take your job as his mother more seriously.” My eyes went wide and ILUCREZIA“Where have you been?” Pietro asked again, ignoring my words. He is sitting on the couch staring at me intently. I don’t know how long he has been sitting there thinking where I was. He could have called me in my phone if he was actually worried and wondering where I was. I sighed tiredly as I removed my bag off my shoulder. I don’t know why, but seeing Pietro immediately made my body feel so tired. I’m not in the mood to face him and even more so, talk to him. “I’m not going to cook dinner today. You can ask our maids to cook it for you or you can also just have your food delivered. I’m not hungry, so I’m skipping dinner.” I spoke tiredly without looking at him. I was busy taking off my shoes and my socks. After I was done, I walked past him to directly go up the stairs.“Is there something wrong?” Pietro asked, making me stop and turn around to look at him.Pietro has now stood up from the couch, facing me with the same serious expression on his face.For some reason,
LUCREZIAIt’s our first time having guests ever since Pietro and I got married. It is also my first time that Pietro chose to work at home than to go to his office as he usually does.I was surprised when he told me last night that he wouldn’t be going to his office and he would instead do his work at home. I thought it had something to do with what I had done yesterday, leaving with Agrippa without bringing my driver or my bodyguard with me and without informing him that I had gone to the Leuzzis.It turns out it was just a coincidence. It just so happens that he has visitors scheduled to visit us today. Wanting to be the dutiful wife, I placed a morning alarm for the first time so I could wake up early and welcome the guests with Pietro as his wife and help him with whatever help he needs. “Are you okay? You don’t look like you feel well,” Pietro muttered to me as we ate together for breakfast, which is our first too. I slowly chewed the bread that I was eating, after swallowing
LUCREZIAMy forced smile immediately melted away as soon as I walked out of their private meeting. I shut my eyes as I clutched the tray of tea tight as I await the servant behind me to leave and close the door behind us. “Madame, let me carry this tray for you,” I offered, placing the empty tray I was holding before at the bottom of my tray which perfectly fitted well. “Thank you, I’d go and brew them some coffee.” I muttered nicely to her with a smile without showing how dejected I actually felt. I brewed their coffee without any help. When Letizia and I were little, my father loves to ask me and Letizia to brew coffee for him and his men whenever he had visitors or when he’s having a meeting with someone and we were around. It’s my father’s way to give me and Letizia a chance to eavesdrop in their adult conversation and steal some idea on what they were talking about. Sometimes, my father would be so daring and he would ask us about what we think about their plans or on their
PIETROSince yesterday, there has been a feeling in my gut that Lucrezia is hiding something from me. I know Lucrezia too well, I know it when she’s fine or if something is bothering her. However, I had no idea what has been troubling her mind since she refuses to share it with me. I know that she is hiding something from me. For sure, something more had happened than the things that she had told me. I don’t think that Lucrezia would be this troubled just because she witnessed Tiburzio having a psychosis episode that was caused by his dementia. There is also no way that Lucrezia would be so upset until now just because of what happened between Tiburzio and his daughter in law. There is something that she is keeping from me. I wonder what that is.“I had already scheduled to visit you in your office today. I can’t believe that Pericles called right on time saying that you are inviting me to a meeting in your house,” Luigi spoke casually as if he had not been irresponsible to his job
PIETROPericles glanced over his shoulder staring at my hand, then he slowly looked up at me with his brows knotted together. “What do you need me for?” Pericles asked me almost annoyed because I stopped him from leaving while Luigi had already gone home. I stared at Pericles sharply, disliking his attitude. “It has something to do with the man that we are looking for. We should go back to the private room so we could talk about it privately. I grabbed Pericles by his shoulder as we simultaneously turned around to enter back the mansion. I halted when I noticed that Lucrezia’s car is gone. I hadn’t noticed it earlier since I was facing the opposite direction.“What is it?” Pericles asked, confused when I suddenly stopped moving. Instead of answering his question, I continued walking forward thinking how I never expected that Lucrezia would leave me at a time like this. We have guests in the house and yet she just left without even telling me that she’s no
LUCREZIAMy mother died when I was six so I only have a few memories of her. The only thing that helped me to remember her by were the old pictures she had that my father kept for her. In six years of living with my mother, how could she have taught me anything aside from how to read and write?My father told me that my mother died after a bullet pierced her heart. Her death was fast and swift something that no one had expected to happen. At one moment my mother was alive and perfectly well and then the next a loud shot just rang before she fell dead to the ground. Just like that she died before her daughters could even know the meaning of death. Since my mother’s death was associated with a gun, the police immediately got involved. Our family had to push the police away by reporting that mother’s death was an accident. The same story is also told to our family friends who had no idea about our illegal business. As if a gunshot that was aimed right on my mother’s chest was an acc
LUCREZIAPietro really pays enough attention to notice the true feelings I feel. Even though I did not tell him a word, and I was deliberately hiding my thoughts and feelings from him, it still did not escape his attention to know what I truly felt. He could have just turned a blind eye and pretend that he knew nothing, yet he still bothered to know what was wrong with me, even though I was trying my best to hide the truth because I didn’t want to bother him with it. Staring directly to his eyes, I slowly walked towards him. “Pietro, you say you do not love me, but why do you care so much about me? Is it possible that you just haven’t realized your feelings? You just don’t care about me because of who I am right? You care about me because you are also attracted to me too,” I thought to myself, using it as my fuel to drive me confident in what I am about to do. Pietro is indeed smart and thoughtful as I knew that he was. Ever since, I had never underestimated his capabilities. I
LUCREZIAMy chin trembled and my eyes slowly turned glassy upon hearing Pietro’s reply. As to not lose my face, I forced a smile and blinked my eyes to make the tears away just so I would save my dignity in front of him. I lowered my head, refusing to look at him as I pretended to be strong, that everything was okay, even if it was not.Pietro gulped and I saw how his hands itched to reach out to me, but he didn’t made any move to comfort me. He saw how hurt I was, he witnessed how his words had pained me. Yet, he chose to stood still and be firm with his words. He never loved me even once. That’s what he said. It made me realize how delusional I was to hope for the opposite of his words. I should have listened. Why did I have to make a fool out of me? Why do I have to risk everything for a game I’m losing right from the start?Why do I have to get hurt and hear this brutal truth first before I decide to do what is right?“Lucrezia—” Pietro whispered my name with pain in his voice.