"The reason you are here is that I want to discuss your meeting with Giovanni," Alexander began, his face serious. He was sitting across from me with his right hand holding his cane. My grip on the bag on my lap tightened. Zach told his grandfather. "We had a talk before, Miss Verdan, about your relationship with Giovanni. You promise to end it as soon as you agree to choose my other grandson. But now you are forgetting about it. Do you want to take everything Giovanni had? Are you willing to end this settlement?” There was a warning in his tone. My eyes grew wide. And I don't understand what he was talking about. “I could ruin him right now, and you will be free from this arrange marraige. Tell me your decision, Miss Verdan. Is it him or your family?” All this time, the reason Ciaren chose Zach was because of Giovanni. Why didn't you tell me about this Cairen? I smiled widely and met his emotionless eyes. What we are doing is business. "You know what I will choose, Sir Alexande

I touched his hand, showing him I was listening and that I was there for him. I moved closer to him. He sighed. "I left the house and went to my grandfather. I was begging him to tell me everything. That's the first time I met my other sister, Arrabella. Grandpa told me everything that broke my heart. I never saw her. After giving birth to my little sister, my mother could not cope with her son being taken from her. She was depressed, afraid Arrabella would be taken. My mother begged my father to bring me to her. Father did not care.” Zach's jaws tensed. “He had no heart for doing it to my mother. Arrabella was five when our mother died of a drug overdose.” His eyes were filled with tears. "She wanted to see me, but it didn't happen. I hated my father and the family he cared for. He never cared for his first wife. He killed her!” I can't help but be affected by his cry, and tears well up in my eyes. I embraced him, his forehead resting on my shoulder, as his shoulder shook. "If my

As the professor lectured, I watched the students playing volleyball on the field. Sir Alexander had been in the hospital for three days, but his condition had improved, and I planned to visit him later. During my previous visit, I met Sir Alexander's two children. Arrabella remained silent throughout the visit, never daring to move from her seat near the window. Zach was not present during this visit as he had a doctor's appointment.I spent the visit greeting Giovanni's father, Alexon, and Hera, and I couldn't stop smiling. However, Sir Alexander was not pleased with his son's visit and exchanged harsh words with him."You wish for my death, don't you?" Sir Alexander accused Alexon, causing Hera's face to turn bright red."Father, don't say that! Alexon won't think such horrible thoughts!" Hera interjected, trying to ease the tension.Giovanni's father clenched his jaws, and left without saying a word. Hera pressed her lips tight and sighed in frustration. "I understand you can't for

I put the wine on the table. Grandma and I were at the restaurant near the university since we didn't talk yesterday because Uncle Eric called her about something important that grandma needed to settle. "How is your sleep, Grandma?" I asked. Grandma and Haze were staying at Zach's grandfather's house. Still, Zach was mad at me, and he didn't come home to my parents' house. This morning, Aldridge went to pick up Zach's stuff. He had called our parents to express his gratitude for letting him stay, and he was leaving to stay at his apartment. I don't seem to have anything to say to him, and I was guilty of my action. I lied and hurt him. I deserved such treatment from him. Last night I was crying out of guilt, and I was hurt by what happened. "I sleep well, sweetie, and I love the garden they had. And it has different species of beautiful flowers, which I hadn't seen before," Grandma said with a sweet smile on her lips. "How is your schooling here? Did you have a great adjustment fro

“How does it taste? Is it good? Is it good?” Arrabella's eyes rounded, waiting for my answer. A smudge of flour was on her cheek, and some sauce splashed on her green apron with a cute little rabbit face. I took her pasta again and ate it. Then I smiled. "It tastes so good," I said, and took another. The sauce with the grilled meat and cheese was bursting in my mouth. "This would be enough for me to eat for a day. How did you learn to cook such delicious pasta?” "My brother taught me how when I was twelve," she explained, wiping the smudge from her cheek. "Arra? What are you doing—” I stopped eating and looked outside the kitchen door. Zach was there carrying some paper bags, and our eyes met. "Brother, you are here!" Arrabella exclaimed happily. She ran up to him and hugged him. I was the one who looked away. I was astonished that he was here, and I don't know what to tell him. Was saying hi to him a good choice? "What are you two doing?" Zach asked. "Here's the thing you're a