“Do you love her?” Nikolai finally asked, his tone slow and pitiful. I glanced at him, confusion dancing in my eyes as I met his stoic gaze, “What do you mean?” “Do you love Allesia?” I looked away from him, It was supposed to be a simple question, but honestly, I've never thought of it. When
Chapter 102 ALLESIA ~~~°~~~ The studio lights were blinding as Nolan led me in. To add to my anxiety, the room was swimming with the cast and crew either fixing their hair, adding a touch to their makeup or rehearsing dance moves. When Nolan said he was a popular artist around here, I had e
This felt good, I thought as I sat there, just living. It felt so refreshing to do something I really wanted to do. I had never considered taking up modelling as a job, but if all these fashion icons in this room thought I was worth the honor, then I was certainly worth every damn thing in this w
“What's going on here?” I asked carefully, still looking at Nikolai. “He came out of nowhere and wouldn't leave or say who invited him.” One of the security men explained. I sighed, “I'm so sorry, he's here to see me.” The man frowned as he eyed Nikolai's gun wearily, “Are you sure, Miss. A
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I had no time to comment before she wrapped her hands around my neck fiercely, “Look at you, my groom! You're so hot!” She tried to kiss me but I tactfully dodged it, planting a quick kiss on forehead instead, “What are you doing here? We are not supposed to see each other before the wedding! It
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What a life sentence, I thought in disgust. “I do!” Stacy replied excitedly, her tone sharp and urgent. The priest nodded as he turned to me, “Russel Mancini, do you–” My phone buzzed and ignoring them both, I retrieved it from my pocket and glanced at the screen, it was a message from Vince
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I watched as Vincenzo Mancini stepped down from the private jet. Dressed in a sleek, custom-tailored Italian suit, he took a minute to adjust his tie and cufflinks. The handsome bastard, I thought with a proud grin, ever so cold. It was past 10PM, but Vincenzo had no intentions of staying the nig
I watched her for a moment, marveling at her glow and beauty, which just kept increasing like her bump every day. She looked radiant, even more so with the big swell of her belly showing. Her staff saw me first because they slowly began to disperse; all of them knew how protective I was of my wife
EPILOGUE RUSSEL ~~~0~~~ I stood perfectly still, my thoughts reeling as I waited in the quiet hall of the warehouse. During my absence, Stacy had refused to speak, see, or let anyone touch her. Even Kegan, who was supposed to order a pregnancy test done for her by now, couldn’t do that because
I reached out and touched his face, “I have the perfect man, and I wish to keep everything around us perfect.” After a while, Russel turned to me with a mischievous smile. “You know, we still have some time before we have to go back.” I raised an eyebrow. “What are you suggesting?” He leaned in,
Russel released a shaky breath, his eyes slowly meeting mine. “Nolan killed the fucking detective you went to,” his voice was strained, barely audible. “He wanted to frame me for it, wanted you to hate me, so when that didn't work out, he went to Stacy for help.” “So you took him out.” His hands c
Chapter 165 ALLESIA ~~~°°~~~ Three wonderful weeks on this island, as much as we enjoyed the bliss, we couldn't stay forever. Tomorrow morning, we'll have to return to our life in Sicily. Kegan handled things in Russel’s absence up until the second week, allowing us undivided time to enjoy our h
Everywhere his finger bared, he pressed his lips there. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured against my skin, “My wife.” “My husband.” it came out in a low moan, “How did I not know I’ll never be able to move on from you after that first time?” Russel grinned, “You were the most helpless,