1 MONTH LATER BIANCA'S POV "Emilio!!" I giggled in disbelief. This old man was such a clown. "For real my dear!" He grinned. "She had been yelling in my face, but the only thing I could think about was how beautiful she was, and how I must make her the mother of my children. Oh, my Rosa. She was so calm, but extremely spirited when provoked." He chuckled, looking into nowhere in particular as he reminisced his time together with his late wife. "I really do miss her." He muttered, and I sighed. I could only imagine the pains he went through. Being so old and not having your companion anymore. Amara and Mila were very much still alive. We always talked as much as we could, but I still missed them dearly. "I know how you feel. I guess what hurts the most is the fact that you'll never be able to see her again." I held his hand in mine and he smiled warmly at me. "Bianca, I never knew that the day would come, until you stepped in here a month ago. When I saw you, I saw Rosa.

MANUEL'S POV "Babe!! You haven't told me what you think about the pictures I sent to you." Francesca whined at the other end of the line, making me roll my eyes. This was my problem with her. What did she think I was going to think about women's clothing? She was supposed have dinner with my family tomorrow. It was going to be her second official visit to my family, after the successful meeting with her father 2 months back. I could tell that the man wasn't so pleased about the relationship between his daughter and myself, but he clearly couldn't call it off. I guess Francesca may have had some sort of face off with him, after all. "Francesca..." I sighed. "The dress is beautiful." I said, not wanting to get on her bad side so early in the morning. Though I was being sincere. I really thought the dress was nice. "But you know it isn't." "Then why did you ask for my opinion?" I asked in exasperation. Christ! I was slowly going crazy by the day. "Because I wanted to hear th

BIANCA'S POV He didn't want my boyfriend fathering his child. Those were the only words that kept ringing in my brain even after he left the room. I nestled my head in between my knees as I thought about how nerve racking it was all gonna be in a matter of days. Did Manuel know that the boyfriend in question was none other than his cousin? Finally getting the opportunity to think of Anthonio, I began crying. Through out the time Manuel had been around, I tried not to let a single tear drop. It wasn't because I didn't feel worried or scared, it was because I didn't want to look weak before him. Before them all. Manuel came from an extremely powerful family. Once they realized I was scared and weak, they'd leverage on that to snatch what mattered most to me. My child. What bothered me the most was hearing Manuel say he had taken me, under the instructions of his Nonno. God! Their grandpa was already involved in this matter? This wasn't good for me. Now that Manuel had literally pul

BIANCA'S POV Oh God! This was all too much for me to take in at once. I was still dealing with the appearance of my parents, only for Anthonio to show up. When did he return? "Baby?" He called, and I shivered with fear and remorse. "Babe." He called again, and I couldn't help the fresh tears that fell from my eyes. "Ohh..." I let out an almost inaudible whimper. "Anthonio." I fell to the ground in the pretty dress that Manuel's mom had gotten for me. "What's going on?" He asked, looking into my eyes as he walked closer to me. "I just came back last night, and had to show up for my cousin's...." He trailed off, looking at everyone, before looking back at me. "Your parents are here too. We've both been trying to reach you. Where have you been? What has been going on? You got us really worried." I watched as his emotions fluctuated by the second. From suprised, to worried, to confused, and then to being curious. "What happened? You have not spoken to me or taken my calls in w

MANUEL'S POV "Manuel, hope you are ready?" "Yes Nonno." I replied the old man who poked his head through my door for the tenth time this morning. "Good. The priest should be here any time from now." He said. Yes, today was my wedding to Bianca, and so far, our relationship with each other still wasn't the best. We literally avoided each other like a plague, regardless of the fact that we shared a room. But then, I honestly loved the feeling of her warm body against mine at night. She probably didn't know, but she always snuggled into my side while she slept at night. I wasn't going to tell her though. I kinda liked the feeling, and I didn't want her to become more conscious of herself while she slept. "What has you smiling?" Alexander asked. "Nothing." I shrugged. "Or am I supposed to remain sad because I'm getting married to your assistant?" I rolled my eyes. "First of all," He started. "Bianca is no longer my assistant, but my sister in law. Secondly, you don't part