She glanced at the dark skin of her phone. She was missing her sister and wanted to apologize but it wasn't her fault, why should she feel sorry then? She was struggling between calling her and avoiding her. She had to make an effort not to advance her hand and hit on her number.        'She isn't staying in our apartment. She lied to me. And hid the facts. That isn't.... how our sisterhood works. Alessandro is engaged. This hits me every second and mocks me - how could I endure it? Why didn't I ask for a divorce? It's illegal. He can't have a second wife when I'm still alive. I don't trust Elizabeth, a Proud Egoistic woman who can order to kill me too. But that's not my concern. She's enjoying torturing me. I won't let her have her happiness. I can't ask Ales, but Lorenzo and Matteo must have known when he's going to marry her. I haven't hated anyone. Bianca, I hate her beyond the limit.      Her eyes were far away caught in h

                                             She couldn't stop yapping when she was scared and nervous, "Instead of telling me that I won't marry her. He sent me to the kitchen to cook. What he thinks of himself. " Her facial expression twisted.       But she was also excited he never stayed home for lunch.       He walked in the hall. His lips pulled tight, "Don't tell me you have changed your mind. I've spent an hour in there," She gestured at the kitchen.      His blazing eyes rested on her. She swallowed.      'What's got him all fired up in just an hour? If it would be about his wedding. He could drop. No one would be more glad than me.'     "We're leaving," His voice suddenly sent a shocking tremble to

                                     Furiously, she pushed opened the door and darted her gaze around. Her eyes caught the sight of his car keys resting on the glass table. Sauntering over it, she grabbed the keys and shoved them in her shorts pocket.      She heard the water running in the washroom. She stood at the side of the door and took out the knife she took from the tray. She waited for him to come out.     'I can do it. I won't hurt him. He's my husband. I'm just kidnapping him until the weekend. That's it. I'll persuade him to refuse this wedding. '     She consoled herself but the knife was shivering in her hand. A wounded look appeared on her face. But she wanted to save her marriage. She didn't want him to marry Bianca or anyone.      The door opened. He w

                             Her eyes lit up and a wave of shock washed over her face. The store was empty. There were only staff members visible in the gargantuan and luxurious place. He booked it for himself.      "Why are we here alone?" She whispered in his ear.      "I've booked the store for today." He said.      "What?" She shrieked, halting in her way. She glanced at him with dilated eyes. Now it was his turn to shock her.      One of the staff members was already standing with a welcoming smile and with her head bow. " What's with these bowed heads? Are they offering to behead them?" She asked, mocking.      "Have you heard about respect?" His brows pulled together.      "Not from you," She nudged his shoulder and

                           Resting her face on the palm of her hand, she tilted her eyes at him. A ghost of a smile lingered on her face, "Sedate him," Emlyn's smile brightened on her face when she suggested it to her.      "He would know. I don't wanna upset him." She shook her head. She knew the consequences of pissing him off.      "Oh, Barbie. You can't get rid of that evil woman without a solid plan." Emlyn said,      She suppressed her frustration at the mention of Bianca. She missed a breath trying to think about a way. She wanted Alessandro to agree with her.      "It's all in Alessandro's choice. I have tried everything." She said,      "You haven't tried anything," Emlyn got on her feet and glanced at her with a playful smirk.