His povThat morning when I woke up, I saw my daughter getting dressed.I asked her where she was going and she told me that she had a two days piano concert and that she was performing on the both days.I would have gone with her today,but I already had plans so I promised her that I would go with her the next day. I was trying to finally have a father-daughter moment with her regardless that she isn't my real child. I still wanted to make her happy and feel loved unlike how I was when I was her age. I headed off today and I came back to the house after having a stressful argument with my grandfather again and I hear that she's been kidnapped or even worse killed.At first I thought it was a joke because who in their right mind would want to think of kidnapping my daughter knowing fully well that I would cut the person in tiny pieces and feed their bodies and bones to dogs.But then I realized it wasn't a joke.First of all, Anastasia is barely 5 years old, kidnapping is a very tra
Her povThe plan was very simple, in fact it was way easier than meeting up with Riccardo the other time.When we spoke with the security agents protecting Ethan, they gave us full permission to kill him.Ethan had only two personal body guards protecting him, so as long as we've gotten him, getting him to talk will be as simple as ever.The plan was that I'll go in first and start talking to him then later my "husband", will come in later.I got into the Limo and met Tonia inside.I suddenly remembered that I haven't seen her in a very long time."Tonia will go with you, I want at least one female figure with you", Martins said standing at the door.I nodded and closed the door."Be careful Bella... please. Diego is already crazy about Ana, don't add to this", he said."I will, trust me", I said."We'll be there exactly 20 minutes after, for the meantime Tonia, Jamal and some other of Diego's man will be with you. If anything funny starts happening call us immediately", he said.I no
We left Russia that very moment.Directly from Ethan's house to the airport and we flew back to Italy.I can't believe we didn't even see the signs, they were very plain and very obvious.I could have been blind to think that Mario wasn't the one who kidnapped her...Honestly he must be crazy to even think of it, kidnapping Anastasia knowing fully well that Diego will march down to his house and burn the entire place down, was he stupid?The car immediately stopped and I saw myself in front of a familiar castle house - his aunt Jessie's.Diego was quiet but his aurora held anger and danger.He walked out of the car straight into the building and we followed him behind.He headed straight for the dinning room and of course and Jessie was there."That bastard kidnapped my daughter", he shouted.Aunt Jessie was shocked the way he barged into her house by this time of the night."Diego calm down, what's going on, why are you -""I'm loosing patience, I'm loosing everything, and I swear to
These days have been honestly sad.Diego is never at home, he's either at his aunt's place, or he's having a meeting with some people to help him with Anastasia.I couldn't help but blame myself once in a while for everything happening.It's my fault honestly, if he never got involved with me, I don't think any of this would happen.Anastasia would still be safe here. Everyone knows Mario doesn't need Anastasia for anything, he just wants to use it to get to Diego so that he could get me.But now the thing is that Diego doesn't want to loose me too, I see the fear in his eyes whenever I mention that I go, it's like he's loosing his family all over again.He has gotten so attached to me and I feel like I caused this because if he wasn't, he wouldn't be so scared of loosing me and I could swear this whole thing was affecting him all round....It's been three weeks now, and everything seems to be falling apart slowly, and I know that I'm coming to my final stop, I know that this is the
So it's two months to Anastasia's birthday, it's also two months to my parents death anniversary, and it's also two months to Desdemona's death anniversary too, and trust me Diego is in the worse state I've ever seen him since I've known him.It's been a month now since Anastasia and I blame myself every day and night for it.Diego has been falling apart, he's been drinking.Martins tried to stop him, but then he realized the amount of emotional and psychological pain Diego is going through so he allowed him to at least ease off the pain a little.But that didn't help, it only weakened him more and it has ruined him.Looking at him everyday waking up to the same old news over and over again when I know that all this could end if I just die...it breaks me.I'm the reason most of this is happening, it's my fault, it has always been and it will always be.I don't know how it happened, but I find myself standing right in front of him room door knocking.I don't wait for a response, I just
His pov4 weeks three days and counting.I want my daughter back.I want my life back I just want everything to go back to normal.My whole life is tumbling and crumbling and I don't know what to do.I want Anastasia back, and I don't want to loose Bella.Can't I just be happy for once In my life?Everyday had because more toxic and intoxicating and I'm slowly beginning to think that the end is here.I just feel like the worse is yet to come.I exhaled and dropped the alcohol bottle on the table.Bella begged me to stop drinking....I told her I'd try but that wasn't a promise.Now I think I should actually, I need to clear my head and think.I stood up, about to leave my office when my phone started ringing.I looked at the ID and it was my grandpa.I sighed and dug my fingers in my hair.The news got to him already and I've been avoiding to pick his calls because he's going to start with talks like "How can you allow something to happen to our heir", or he'll start reminding me of h
Her povWish shaky hands, I held the tube and closed my eyes praying silently that it wasn't what I thought.This was the worse time I needed something like this to happen and I swear to God I'll be in tears right now if it was true.I held my breath and opened my eyes.Two lines.."Fuck", I muttered holding my head.Why now??why , just why does this have to happen now?!I sat on the cold tile, different thoughts raking my head.I hugged my body and battled with internal struggle.I need someone to talk to.I need someone to tell this to.I can't tell Diego now, he's a fucken mess.I want to cry but the tears don't seem to want to come out.Martins...I have to tell Martins.I got up immediately and left the house.it was windy, very very windy and it looks like there's going to be a storm or something.I got to the gate and the security guy there gave me a questioning look like, ' where the hell are you going to by this time of the night?'Yeah ever since Anastasia got missing, my m
His pov."Diego!", someone yelled my name waking me up from my sleep.I looked around and there were bottles everywhere."What?", I asked rubbing my eyes."Where's Bella?", he asked angrily."I don't know, why are you asking me?", I mumbled."The fucken security guard just told me she fucken left an hour ago!", he yelled."Left?", I asked confused.Then all my memories came back."Shit", I mumbled."Dude what do you do to her?", he yelled.I didn't reply, I just sat down reliving the whole moment and everything I said to her."What did you say to her!", he shouted again.Fuck, did I really just do that to her?God I'm so done.He grabbed my collar, "Diego!", he yelled."I don't know okay, I don't know", I yelled back panting."I don't know, I was drunk and angry and confused and and and... and then grandpa called and was yelling at me and told me that she was probably using me to get revenge on Mario and it didn't worth me loosing my daughter, and then reminded me of Desdemona and I d