“All of that because I didn’t have his back?” I whispered to myself. Johnny rushed to Luca’s side—while Enzo slammed his arm around my shoulder.“Don’t take it personally. He’s always been like that—whining like a little child.”“Yes, I know.” I folded my arms. “But leaving me behind?”“With me.” Enzo shrugged. “That means he trusts me—doesn’t it?”“He’s not angry with you. He’s upset because you looked at him with those puppy eyes.” Dario stepped forward, smirking.“What puppy eyes?” I pouted. “All I told him was not to murder his cousin, and now suddenly I’m the bad guy?”Dario tapped his finger against my nose. “Those puppy eyes.” He showed me his dimples, making me blush. “Don’t worry about him too much, and just let him calm down.”I didn’t love Dario the way I loved Christian. I had already ruled that one out, but having someone to talk to who shared the same interests and knowing he was back to his old self melted my heart.He deserved happiness.“So what will happen to uncle B
It was a bright and sunny day, filled with talks and laughter. The Lamberti estate was full of guests, including different families who were all present for Lucio’s birthday party. His birthday was two weeks ago, but today felt like a good day to celebrate his existence.A month had passed since everything went down, and for the first time in forever, things were actually going great. Everything was nice and peaceful.“I’m happy to see all of you here together.” Lucio grabbed my hand to connect it with Christian’s. We glanced at each other, and a soft smile appeared on Christian’s lips.“So am I.” He spoke. It still seemed unreal, but our relationship was perfect. Every now and then, we had minor disagreements, but that was it.“And you?” Lucio looked over at Cesca, who held Siena in her arms. “You should get along with your daughter-in-law.” He spoke. “Serena has always been like a daughter to me, so I need all of you to take care of her in the future.”Hearing him speak as if he was
Hours had passed, but Christian had yet to move a muscle. Many had either left the graveside in tears or had stepped out to take a breather, but not Christian.“It’s okay to cry, Christian.” I wrapped my arm around him, leaning into his chest. “If you want to yell, bawl—punch someone…I’m here.” I spoke. “Okay, maybe not the punching part—““I know.” I felt Chistian’s soft lips pressed against my temple. “I should be crying, but people are relying on me, and I can’t let them down.” He tried convincing himself. “Tears are a sign of weakness.”His words to me were nonsense, but I respected his wishes. He felt obligated to be the bigger man this family needed him to be and held back every bit of emotion.Others depended on him to prepare a perfect service for Lucio, and he did. Gio and Enzo were older, Franco who had lost his son had more experience—but as the heir, everyone expected Christian to do everything—as if he was not grieving as well.Christian didn’t mind. There was no good way
“What do you have to say?” I leaned against the railing.Christian reached for something behind his back and showed me a small red box while I was still confused about what was happening. Was he going to propose to me…again?He opened the box, revealing a rose gold diamond ring that suited my taste.Wasn’t this the part where he was supposed to get down on one knee?“You should keep the one you have now because it meant a lot to my dad—but I also thought you should have something you like.”“So you are asking me to marry you again?” I kept my hand to myself, unsure of what to do. Christian, who didn’t miss my odd behavior, nodded.“I can do the ‘going on my knees, I love you, you’re the only one for me’, crap again—but I don’t think you want to hear that.”I didn’t. That would only be a waste of breath because the last time he said that, everything went downhill.“I know you’ve been holding back on the wedding talks because you might think I’m not ready for this—but I am,” Christian s
Three Years LaterI squeezed the ball gown dress around my body, desperate to see my little bump. Promising to get married within three years while not being pregnant was a stupid thing to do.Especially when I had a husband who was a bit too obsessed with expanding our family as if a three-year-old and a two-year-old weren’t enough already.That’s right. Baby three was on its way.After having the grand and perfect wedding ceremony I had always dreamed of, it was time for the reception—and to be honest, I was over it already.Morning sickness had not been the kindest to me, and I needed some sleep.The two little demons running circles around me weren’t of that much help either. Siena, who was three, and our youngest son, a little ball of energy named after his grandfather—Lucio, had not taken any naps for the day.One would expect them to be quiet, but no—it was the complete opposite.“Come on, guys, knock it off,” I tried, knowing it wouldn’t work. They weren’t listening because th
Hey everyone,This is the end of Christian and Serena’s story. Thanks for following me on this journey, and please know I’m grateful for all of you.I remember freaking out over reaching 10K views, and somehow we ended up here. (!?) (Hopefully, more to come.)As I’m still new to this publishing style, I’m still learning to combine my writing with my ADHD and haven’t always been the clearest about my schedule. I’m genuinely sorry for that.In the future, I will try to communicate more with the readers who have supported me from the start!The end of the last chapter is an introduction to Vincenzo’s spin-off, which you can also read on this platform (Our Promise: Vincenzo Garcia) so please feel free to check it out.