The whole gun incident was a rather humbling experience for Sarah. She learnt that she lacked the will to hurt Aldo. And the fact that at that moment he still managed to comfort her weighed on her heart. She wasn’t stupid, just torn. Torn between what her heart wanted and what she knew was right. She should have fired the gun. She should not have glanced at him a second time. Although she knew what type of person Aldo Accardi was, she kept making excuses for him in her heart. The sun rose to its glorious shine over the Accardi mansion. The chef in the kitchen worked extra hard to have breakfast ready on time. Old Maria had been watching each movement closely. Like a guard dog. She was clearly in a bad mood. Her eagerness to meet Aldo’s woman and have him wedded was cut off brutally. She knew it from the moment she saw Marco drive the unconscious young lady into the mansion at dusk. It was like reliving the exact same scene from Aldo’s parents' meeting. Many a time she had prayed th
ALDO walked into the bedroom to find Sarah lying in bed. Staring listlessly at the ceiling. With an inaudible sigh, he calmed himself down as he decided how to deal with the little woman in his bed. “Hey there, sleeping beauty.” he said in a low husky voice as he stalked towards her. “I’ve thought about it.” She said coldly, in a voice so low and strained, it made his heart ache. “About what love?” he asked, battling the urge to give in to her every whim. “A good reason. It’s the third day, today. I have a reason.” He took a minute to understand her words but it soon became clear to him what she was talking about. “OK, then why don’t you tell me about it over dinner? Do you want to go out? There is this beautiful restaurant by the lake. You’ll love it.” She didn’t reply. Not because she didn’t want to go out, but because she didn’t want to give him a chance. At this point, one might think, ‘Wouldn’t it be better to go out and find a chance to escape?’ but Sarah knew bette
To her surprise, she found it to be one of her favorite traditional dishes. She looked up at him with a surprised expression, his usually expressionless face revealed a doting smile as he looked back at her. "I hope you enjoy the Cameroonian cuisine," Aldo said with a grin, clearly pleased by her reaction.Sarah's lips curled into a smile as she realized the significance of the evening. "You are kidding, right? These are my favorite."Aldo nodded, his eyes holding a warmth that reached deep within her. "I know. You did mention that in a couple of interviews, yes. I thought it would be nice to bring you here."Her heart swelled with gratitude. "Aldo, this is incredible. Thank you."As she took her first bite of Eru, memories of her family and gatherings around the dinner table flooded her mind. The flavors were a journey back to her childhood, each mouthful reminiscent of the love and comfort she had always felt at home. Ndolé followed, each bite a testament to the richness of Camero
The next few days at the mansion were relatively quiet. Sarah seemed to be better behaved than before and wasn’t actively throwing tantrums. The silent treatment had become much worse, however. Her daily routine was rather simple. Wake up, eat, take a stroll, shower, and sleep. Aldo was present at every meal, yet they didn’t say as much as one word to each other. For the most part, Aldo was out working. He would go to town and come back very late but he wouldn’t sleep out. His presence didn’t really matter to her. She had been searching for routines, patterns in his behavior. Every day on her little promenade, she was actually looking around for exits and trying to find out when it would be safest to make a run for it. Soon enough, she had gathered enough information about the security system to make a move. The mansion stood cloaked in shadows as Sarah quietly made her way through the corridors, her heart racing with a mix of fear and determination. This time, howev
The early morning sunlight filtered through the windows of Aldo's bedroom, casting a soft glow on the disarray within. He stirred, slowly emerging from the embrace of sleep, only to be met with a surge of panic that jolted him awake. His heart raced as the memories of the previous night came flooding back, crashing into his consciousness like a tidal wave.Desperation gnawed at his chest as he prayed that it had all been a terrible dream—a drunken nightmare. But the truth hung heavy in the air, and he couldn't escape the reality of his actions. He had let Sarah go. Aldo swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, his movements fueled by a mix of anger, worry, and self-reproach. He needed to find her, to make compensation for the impulsive decision he had made.Raging out of his bedroom, he began his search throughout the mansion, his footsteps heavy and purposeful. His gaze swept over the room, his frustration mounting as he found no trace of her. Every single step was drivin
When Sarah opened her eyes, her heart froze. Aldo lay on the ground, bleeding from his chest. The extent of what had just happened crashed over her like a tidal wave, shattering the last remnants of hope and safety she clung to."No!" she cried, rushing to his side, her voice filled with despair. "Aldo, I didn't mean to... I never wanted this." Her eyes widened so much, they could have fallen out of their suckets. She shook her head in denial, repeatedly.Aldo's eyes flickered weakly as he reached out, his voice strained but filled with forgiveness. "It's... not your fault, Sarah. I... I pushed you too far. I... I deserve this."Sarah's hands trembled as she cradled his head, tears falling uncontrollably. The realization of what she had done—hurt the man she loved—consumed her with guilt and regret."I'm so sorry, Aldo," she sobbed, her voice choked with remorse. "I never wanted to hurt you. Please, stay with me.As Sarah cradled Aldo's body in her arms, her world shattered into frag
Outside Aldo's room, Sarah's heart felt like a heavy stone, burdened by guilt and regret. Her tears fell freely, each drop a testament to the pain that had consumed her. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as she waited, her thoughts consumed by the man who lay behind that closed door.Finally, the door to Aldo's room creaked open, and Sarah's heart leaped. The doctor emerged, his face a mix of concern and professionalism. He approached Sarah, his voice gentle yet measured."Miss, I must inform you that Mr. Accardi's condition is still critical," he said, his eyes filled with empathy. "He is currently unconscious, but we are doing everything we can to stabilize him."Sarah's tears continued to flow, her heart aching for the man she loved. "Please, doctor, do whatever you can. He has to get better."The doctor nodded, his expression compassionate. "We're doing our best. He's in good hands. But, due to the circumstances, we need someone to watch over him for the next few hours until the se
Marco's brows furrowed in confusion, his voice a mixture of concern and disbelief. "Boss, were you awake? Why didn't you let us know?" Aldo's lips curled into a faint, wry smile. "I had my reasons, Marco." Understanding began to dawn in Marco's eyes, a realization that Aldo's silence had been intentional. He glanced at Aldo's expression and read between the lines. "You didn't want the moment to end, did you?" Marco's voice held a touch of amusement, a satirical glint in his eyes. Aldo's gaze held a mixture of fondness and longing, his words soft yet filled with truth. "Sometimes, Marco, even the most powerful men find themselves powerless in the face of matters of the heart." Marco raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with skepticism. "Boss, you're waxing poetic now? Are you sure you're not still half-asleep?" Aldo chuckled weakly, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "Trust me, Marco. One day, you'll understand. When you fall in love, you'll realize that the most unexpected mo