Christian chuckled. “She’s not your property.” He spoke, confused. “Yes, I let her out of my sight, and for that, I’m sorry—but if you’re willing to accept your parents’ apology for abandoning your siblings, you should accept mine as well.”“What did you say?” Matteo growled, but Christian did not c
What did I do? What was I thinking? Why did I leave not only my daughter but also Christian to play the hero? I closed my eyes and took a breath, calming myself down. I did this for the Lamberti’s and Siena’s future. The only reason why Berto had the nerve to go after the Lamberti's was because F
“My dad?” Luca frowned, offended. “It was Christian.” There was my second fail. We ate in silence as I did not dare to say another word. All my words would somehow turn to the Lambertis or Christian, so I decided to play it safe. “You don’t want to be here, do you?“ Luca suddenly asked. “Of cour
Christian “So what you’re saying is that it’s impossible to get to her now?” Christian balled his fist, taking a breath. Hearing his grandpa’s news about his uncle’s many guards did not fit his perfect plan. He stared at Franco, who had pulled him aside to give him the news as guilt was written a
It took quite some time, but after a while, he heard a loud cough over the phone. “Ah, Chrissie!” He heard Berto’s voice. “I heard you wanted to talk to me?” “Uncle.” Christian felt a lump in his throat. He had so much on his mind, but his lips wouldn’t allow him to speak. “Did you call to thank m
Serena It hadn’t even been a full day, but I already felt like going crazy. Were they really going to keep me tied to a bed for as long as they could? Escape…for some reason, that word sounded perfect and difficult all at once. I would not be able to escape this hell hole, even if I wanted to, and
My heart stopped beating for a second. Special project? Wasn’t this man going to stop? That was the deal, right? “Don’t worry. I’m not planning anything crazy.” Berto shrugged. “Although, I would love to kill father.” He whispered the last part. Anyone could tell I wasn’t the biggest fan of Franco
As if my legs moved independently, I stood up from my chair. “C-Christian?” I called out, prepared to make my way over. Before I could take a step, Luca wrapped his hand around my wrist and brought his lips to my ears. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He whispered. “Just sit down while you stil