Rhea's POV
I can't stop worrying about my son. He hasn't called home yet. He was supposed to report to me after he located Helena's son and after he got rid of him but no such communication has occurred. He hasn't said anything and it's troubling me. Did Nathan overpower him? He took several men to do the job. Nathan should have been outnumbered. It should be a quick job. It's not the first time he has helped get an obstacle out of the way. He knows how it is done. Why is it that it has taken long?Or do the Bales have nine lives? The hitman I hired to take out Helena missed. Apparently she dropped a pen and the moment she bent is when the bullet missed her. Her security got her out of sight immediately after.
"Rhea?"
"Ophelia! What brings you by? Is the baby alright?"
We are waiting on a baby. She's four weeks along. I touched her stomach.
"Oh yes he's fine.
Marianna's POVA deal was struck.That deal got me out of Fabian's arms... literally. The godfather's own personal security stormed the house at three in the morning and when Fabian did not agree to the new order, they forcefully separated him from me. I was pulled out of his bed and I met the godfather. He is an intimidating man. Sadly they came too late. Speaking to my father cost me a night with Fabian. Another man was inside me. It was nothing like my night with Nate. There was no passion or heat. It was just a disgusting deed that almost made me throw up. That's how much I hate Fabian. He had his fun and he better savour it because it will never happen again.This deal also frees my parents from any obligation to the Beluccis. They are free to carry on with their lives but will continue to serve the Mafia. That hasn't changed. I owe it all to Nate's father. I owe him my freedom and my father's life becau
Helena's POVWhen my father passed away, Alexander came to the funeral. He couldn't get close to me and it killed me that I couldn't get his comfort... Just to rest my head on his strong shoulder and have him whisper 'it's going to be alright' but that night, he came to me and he comforted me greatly. He risked everything to just be with me that night.Again when my mother passed away, he was there to comfort me yet again.Who will comfort me now that he's dead? Who will let me rest my head on their shoulder and offer the same solace he did?Should I stay away or should I attend the funeral?Alexander didn't have many friends but his funeral has all the important people. Politicians, celebrities and other strangers he wouldn't have wasted a second of his time with. All of them are here to bid farewell to the legendary billionaire and Admiral who preferred the shadows to the l
Helena's POV"There was a girl."The words he tried to utter before his death still ring in my ears. I tasked Castle to find out more.I paid immediate attention to him. I have been sitting in Alexander's old boat all day. As soon as I woke up this morning, all I wanted was to feel close to him and where else than in this old boat? I closed the book he was reading last. I'm going to finish it for him."What girl? Who is she?"The worst thought i have in my mind -actually two- is that she was hired by Rhea to poison him and second, he was having an affair with a younger woman. The last one is ridiculous but hell, he was a fine fine man! Young women loved him! Who won't fall in love with a silver fox with a mystery to him?"I don't know who she is. He brought her to the apartment. She lived there with him for a few days. But she is no longer there."
Hello reader, I would like to thank you for getting this far into the story. Part 2 is over What an ending! It's sad that Alexander has taken his final bow after trying so much to keep his family safe. Do you think he succeeded in saving his bloodline or is Nate the last Christos? You must wonder, what now? If you still have the heart to go on, the story follows the sixteen year old Marianna as she tries to settle into her new life in a town where she is on her own without her family and friends. Let's get to it then! So far we have covered Part 1: Helena's Contract Part 2: The Italian Belle Now we are in Part 3: The English Affair
Two years later...Marianna's POV"No no no! Not today!" Keller came around the counter to stop me from getting any further."He was just having a bad day! It won't happen again!" I pleaded.I have pulled off the craziest things while working this job but Keller being such a great boss has never gotten fed up with me. He's a patient man. He is keeps giving me chances and that is how I have worked here for the last two years. Without this job, I would be a street rat.When I found out about Alexander's death, some men broke into the house. They ransacked the whole place looking for something. The entire time I was under the kitchen sink scared out of my mind. I have never been happy to be fit in such a small space. My biggest fear is what would happen if they found me. After they left, I fled the house as he instructed me to. I ran and never looked back. I ended
Marianna's POVLife has taught me two important lessons. Lesson number one, to keep my head down and lesson my two, to mind my own business. Not meddling in people's affairs keeps me out of trouble. It keeps me separate from drama that could otherwise get my son and I in unnecessary trouble. I did promise his grandfather that I will keep him safe and that is the plan.I stroked the straight blond hair on his head. I have been asked severally if this is my son it I'm just the nanny. One time the police stopped me and asked me for the baby's parents. I had to show the birth certificate and identification for them to let it go. Nicko is pale like his father. My skin tone is a little darker and it's hard to tell we are related. Bluntly put, he's the white kid and I'm the one who looks like a nanny. It's offensive but I have learned to deal with it. I can't change how people choose to view things but I can change my attitude about
Wayne's POVThirty five and still single.It's something to be frowned upon especially when the man in question is the kind most people would term as an eligible bachelor. I'm wealthy, I think I have good breeding on my good days and I'm single. That checks most lists yet I haven't found someone to capture my heart. In a literal sense it's not them, it's me. Maybe I'm picky. It's a curse if I'm allowed to be superstitious. In my family, all the men are single. Even those who marry end up caught in ugly divorces. Nothing lasts. We are creatures of habit who return to the hunting grounds after the prey has served it's purpose. I have lost track of the number of women I have been with. All those meaningless flings and one night stands don't satisfy me. I'm not sure what I'm looking for but I think I'll know it when I see it. Till then, I remain empty and discontent."I don't like this color. Why white? Wha
Marianna's POV"It fits. It fits." Keller's mom stepped back to look at me. It's something between a mustard color and gold. I'm not sure but it's pretty."Does it communicate properly? Does it look appropriate for a first date?"The last thing I need is to look desperate."How about we get a man's opinion?" She suggested. "I'll get Keller."I let out a sigh taking notice of the young woman in the reflection of the mirror. I think she looks okay. I think even after two years of hardships, she looks okay. If a man like Wayne noticed her in a world with far more beautiful wealthy women, then she's okay."Okay." I straightened out some creases close to the hem just above the knees. The gold shoes don't fit. They are a little lose because they are a size larger. I have stuffed tissues at the front."Wow Maria! You cleanup nice!" Keller looked me