It has been a few days since I found out I was pregnant. I have been avoiding my parents any time I see them in the house. I am excited to be pregnant, but I don't know if my parents will be happy about it. My dad might be a little angry that Stefano did not wait till marriage to have unprotected sex with me. It is actually not Stefano's fault. Once I got on the pill, Stefano stopped using condoms. The time we traveled to California because of the fire, I didn't take the pills with me, when we rushed to California.
I barely took enough clothes with me. I am sure I must have missed a day during the whole trip. I also can't believe my baby survived the beating. I am sure at that point; my little angel hadn’t even formed. I might have only been a few days pregnant. I am so happy I am pregnant, even though Stefano doesn’t want to be with me anymore, I am still glad he is the father of my baby.
I walk downstairs
It has been two weeks since I told Stefano I was pregnant. The night I told him I was pregnant, he had me move my things to his penthouse. He has been super protective of me, I know it is because of the baby. He has been excellent throughout my stay at his house. It makes me wish we were together while having our baby. We arrived at the hospital not too long ago. I have already changed into a hospital gown; and we are waiting for the doctor to arrive so that we can have the vaginal ultrasound. "Are we ready?" Doctor Angelina says, walking into the room. She is the English-speaking OB-GYN in Sicily, that Stefano trusts. "Yes, we are," I say and adjust myself a little to become more comfortable in the position I am in. Stefano is beside me, once she starts working on the computers in front of her, he takes my hands in his and gives them a warm squeeze. "
It has been a few days since I saw that horrifying video of Ivan torturing the love of my life. I have been trying to stay healthy for the baby and try not to over-stress my body. It’s hard because every time I remember the video. I end up crying and thinking about the horrors Stefano might be facing in the hands of Ivan. I tried calling the number Ivan used to call me that day, but it never went through. He must have used a burner phone and threw it away once he was done talking to me. I watched the video through a phone Ivan mailed to me because he didn’t want to send it through a means easier to trace it back to him. I might hate him, but he is brilliant. If he emailed it to me or sent it through messages or through social media, it would be easier to track the phone he used, which would lead us to him. The Costanzo family has been doing their best to find Stefano. I still can’t believe he
I wake up to a slight headache. I look around me and find myself in my room. "Andrea, how are you feeling?" Aurora says, rushing to my side. "Other than a little headache, I am fine. Please, can I have some water" I say, my throat feeling a little parched. She hands me a glass of water from the nightstand. "Thank you," I say, collecting the glass of water from her hand. "Why do you look like you have been crying," I ask once I finish drinking the cup of water. Her face is red, you can tell from her red nose too. She has been sniffing them a lot. "You don't remember," Andrea says, tearing up. "Remember what," I ask, confused as to what she is talking about. "Stefano is…" she pauses for a second before she continues speaking. "Dead," she says bursting into tears. I freeze on the spot as I realize that what happene
"Tell me, Fred, how are we doing?" I ask the man Santiago hired to help me ruin Ivan. "We have destroyed a good number of his restaurants here in the US, the Costanzo family is also doing an excellent job with his businesses in Europe, good is what I would say, Ma'am." "That's good to hear, has he visited any of the places we have destroyed?" "No, he hasn't." "None?" I ask, a little shocked. "Yes, none." "That is odd, I am sure it's only a matter of time before he comes out of his hiding place." "I believe so too." "Hopefully soon. We can end here for today. Thank you." "You are welcome, Ma'am," he says walking out of the meeting room.I follow him once I gather my things. I am fifteen weeks pregnant; my belly has grown a littl
“Come, let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, releasing me from our hug, as he peels my hands off of him.He captures my hand in his and walks us to my restroom. I fall into a daze as I watch him move. It’s still unbelievable to me that he is alive.He puts the toilet seat down and asks me to sit. Once I am seated, he tries to remove my clothes. “I can do it,” I tell him, but he stops me. “Let me do it,” he says, calmly as I drop my hands, and I allow him. He slowly takes off my blazer and sets it aside. He carefully unbuttons my blouse and takes it off too. “If you take off my clothes, what will I wear?” I ask. “I asked your secretary to get you new clothes while you were shooting Vladimir multiple times.” “You have been here since then. How come I did not notice so
I wake up with a beautiful smile on my face because of the good night's sleep I had. My due date is close, my stomach is so big, it's getting hard to get any good sleep these days, but I was lucky last night.I feel Stefano's hands go around my waist as he pulls me closer to him. He doesn’t open his eyes and buries his nose in my neck. "Morning," I say. "Good morning, Luce del Sol. How was your night?" Stefano asks, removing his head from my neck. "Not bad." "That's good to hear, what time are you leaving?" He asks, using his left hand which has his wedding ring to rub my stomach. It has been two months since Stefano and I got married, yes, got married. Stefano and I got married a month after our trip to his family's private island. He actually planned to propose during the trip, but my custom-made engagement ring wasn’t ready until
I feel the sunlight on my face, I don’t understand why but I’m sure the curtains were closed last night before I went to bed. I hear footsteps around me, I finally understand why my beautiful sleep was interrupted. I turn away from the sunlight and try to go back to sleep. That all goes out the window once I hear her voice. “Honey, I know you are awake, do yourself a favor and open your eyes,” My mom, Rosalia, says. “Good morning, Mom,” I say, peeling my eyes open and look into the same eyes as mine. They are as blue as the ocean, the prettiest eyes I have ever seen in my life. Her wavy pitch-black hair flows down to her waist against her beautiful tan skin. Her oval face holds a smile on those rosy lips of hers, which says she is happy to be disturbing me from my sleep. Like every little girl out there, I believe my mom is the most beautiful woman in the world, even though I am far from little. The only things I inherited from her are her beautiful ey
A few days have gone by since I visited Aurora. My family and I are on our way to Mr. Costanzo’s annual charity ball. I am wearing a blue A-line frock with lace on one-shoulder, the dress is embroidered with black and white and has a slit up the thigh. I matched it with a pair of diamond heart earrings, black heels, and a clutch. The car comes to a halt, we all step out of the car and walk into the hotel where the ball is being held. If I remember well, this hotel is owned by Mr. Costanzo. I’m walking hand in hand with Santiago as his date because one of his bimbos bailed on him. We walk into a ballroom filled with elite people all dressed in the finest of designer clothing. Santiago and I walk around saying “hi” to a few familiar faces, primarily to him, until Aurora pulls me away. “Are you having a nice time,” Aurora asks taking a sip of her wine. “If you refer to having a nice time as enjoying good wi