(Pamela)..I SLOWLY MAKE MY way to the wash basin, feeling Katrina's eyes on me the whole time. I don't know why but I just feel that beneath her syrupy sweet smile, she doesn’t really like me.Which is crazy to me because I don't even know her. I've only just met her for the first time tonight but she wears her disapproval of me on her sleeves.“So?” She turns to me, a big wide smile on her face that didn't reach her eyes. “How does it feel having Massimo all to yourself?”I frown in disbelief. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”Katrina chuckles. “Funny that Elsa said the same thing to me and yet she had Massimo wrapped around her finger.”What is her obsession with Massimo? I mean, isn't she engaged to his brother?And who is this Elsa everyone keeps talking about?“Who is she?” I ask tentatively. “This Elsa?”Katrina's smile disappears. “Like I said, she's the one that had Massimo wrapped around her finger. It was pathetic really, how a powerful man like Massimo could bo
(Pamela)..LUCKILY FOR ME, the paparazzi are all gone by the time we set out to leave. We get into the limo and the driver speeds off. When I check my phone, it's almost 10 pm. I've never been out this late before, not even when I was in college.My mind skips back to the conversation I just had with Katrina at the ladies’ bathroom. I wonder if I should bring it up or not. Today has been a very hectic day and opening a whole can of worms is not the best way to end it.But my curiosity gets a hold of me.“Is it true?” I ask Massimo.He turns to face me, his brows nearly touching his hairline in confusion. “Is what true?”“That Kal made Anna sign an NDA?”“Who told you that?”“It's not important.”“It's Katrina, isn't it? She just never keeps her mouth shut.” He exhales. “So?”“Yes, he did. He made her sign an NDA, like we all do.”“Why?”“Because our reputation is that important, Pamela. You just don't understand, do you?” Massimo asks, an edge in his voice. “Being a D’Amato is not
(Pamela)..“You're everywhere,” Bonnie shrieks, shoving her phone in my face for the tenth time.I've already seen the headlines a thousand times that morning. And right next to it is the photo of Massimo and I kissing back at the restaurant, which had been the highlight of the evening.“Everybody's talking about it,” Bonnie continues. “I can't believe my best friend is the talk of the town. You're almost like a celebrity.”Celebrity seems like a long stretch. And the only reason people are talking is because I agreed to fake a relationship with Massimo in front of the cameras.“Oh, come off it, Bonnie. You know that's not true,” I counter.“Of course it's true. I checked your social media and your followers have tripled overnight. A lot of people are interested in you now.”Well, while that might be the case, it also didn't mean I wasn't getting a lot of hate either. I can recall seeing a post about Massimo and I and the comments had been ruthless. Every single person had thought
(Pamela)..“I…I NEED TO make a call,” I tell Bonnie who's still staring blankly at me in confusion. “I'll be right back.”I stand from the couch and rapidly make my way to the kitchen, because Erik is fast asleep in the bedroom and I don't want to wake him up. My fingers hover over Massimo’s contact for a full minute as I debate whether to call him or not. Finally, I force myself to. I can’t just accept all that money without finding out if it had been an accident. I mean, the man thinks I'm a gold digger. What would have made him change his mind so quickly? Plus, I'm still in a state of shock.The phone rings twice before he finally picks up. “Pamela,” his voice is cool, almost professional. “I didn't expect to hear from you so soon.”“Fifty thousand dollars?” I whisper into the phone so the nanny won't hear. “And a black card? What is this, Massimo?”“Ah, I see you've received the notification,” he said but I catch a hint of amusement in his voice. “That's good. My assistant co
(Massimo)..MY COMPANY BUILDING is quiet when I walk in.My assistant, Theo, is already on his feet, following me down the hall leading to my office with a tablet in his hand."You have three meetings this morning, Sir. The board is still pushing for the Vegas deal. And your mother called again.”I grunt. “Tell her I’m busy.”“She also said to remind you that you should come back to Italy for the celebrations. Also, she wants to meet with Pamela. She doesn't like that you're keeping things from the family.”I pause for a second, then keep walking. “Noted.”Inside my office, the view of the city greets me like always. The tall buildings, the traffic below, the endless movements of potential clients and workers. There's no room for stillness or any form of quiet. It used to feel powerful. Now it just feels... empty.Theo rattles off the rest of my schedule."Also, Pamela’s card has been sent out. The driver will deliver it by 9pm this evening. Should I confirm when she gets it?"“No ne
(Pamela)..THE BEIGE dinner dress hanging on a mannequin catches my eye as soon as I walk into the store.This was my first time in such an expensive luxury store and my mind kept telling me to turn around and walk away. That I couldn't afford it. But I kept moving forward until I got to my dream dress.For months, I've been saving up to get it but the price had been so exorbitant that no matter how long it took, I still couldn't get enough money for it. And that's saying a lot because for months, the exact dress has been on display despite being so beautiful. Nobody could afford it.And now, by a sudden twist of fate, I can. And I couldn't be happier. I run my fingers along the soft fabric of the dress. It's dotted with expensive diamonds that sparkles under the overhead lights. It reminds me of the type of dress that you only see on those women that are married to wealthy women who only sip tea and go shopping every day. And now, it's about to be mine.Mine. I still can’t believ
(Pamela)..JUST AS I CHOP UP the veggies for dinner, my phone dings with a message from none other than Massimo.“Will It Be Okay If I Come Over To Your Place Tonight? We Need To Talk’At first, I was shocked at his text message and then a bit scared. Why did he want to come over? Did something happen?He’s never come over except for that one time he came over with his publicist. Finally, I type: YesHe replies shortly after: Expect Me Around 6I look at the time and a slight panic flows through me. I have approximately an hour before he arrives, and I am still in my bathing rope, having just showered moments earlier. I put the pot on the stove on low heat and then I dash to the bedroom to change into something more appropriate.I may or may not have touched up my face a little bit. But by the time I’m done and look in the mirror, I’m surprised at myself for trying to look pretty for Massimo of all people. I mean, how could I? I hated him! And yet, I wanted to look good when he arr
(Pamela) ..I JERK AT the sudden interruption of Massimo. I’d been temporarily lost in thought at how sad this entire situation was to have noticed that he was still waiting for my response.“No. I mean, yes! I like it . . . a lot,” I respond. “But isn’t it a bit too expensive for a fake engagement?”“Expensive?” Massimo looks surprised. “My, it only costs two hundred and fifty thousand.”What?! Even if I was the richest woman on the planet, two hundred and fifty thousand dollars was still a lot of money to throw away on a piece of jewelry for an engagement that wasn’t even real.“That’s a lot of money, Massimo,” I croak out in disappointment. “I assure you it’s not,” he counters. “Besides, the world is watching us now. Every move we make, every word we say. You don’t expect a man of my caliber to propose with a cheap ring, do you?”Even though he doesn’t say them, the rest of his questions linger in the air: What would people say when they found out he’d proposed with a cheap one?
(Massimo)..DINNER ENDED UP BEING a disastrous affair. I should have expected it. The deadly combination of my mother and my ex-girlfriend Katrina, can scare any poor woman out of her mind. They didn't have any mercy on Pamela with the subtle shade, and I had to step in over and over again, before things escalated.“So what do you do in your spare time?” My mother poses as a harmless question when her interior motive is to see if Pamela had any redeeming qualities beyond being my wife.Fortunately, Pamela doesn't read the room quickly enough. “Oh, I read,” she answers in a steady voice. “And I paint as well. Not always but I make time every once in a while.”“Paint?” My mother's eyebrows are raised in disappointment. “How … interesting.”Katrina snorts into her drink.I shoot her a glare before turning back to my mother. “Not everyone is blessed with artistic skills, I must say. I spent years trying to learn to paint but it never worked out for me. Pamela is indeed very lucky
(Pamela)..THE DINING HALL looks like something out of a period drama.A grand chandelier hangs by the center, casting warm, golden lights across the table. And speaking of the table, it is long enough to host a thousand people all at once. But dinner has only been set for six. How extravagant. By the entrance, Massimo waits, handsome and tall and ravishing. Oh my gosh, did I just say ravishing? What's wrong with me?Anyway, he gently takes my hand when I reach him, the lukewarm expression on his face giving way to something brighter. His eyes slowly drink me in, and I can see the silent approval clouding his gaze.“You look … amazing in that dress,” he whispers.“Why, thank you,” I can't stop my smile. “I'm flattered.”“Shall we?”With a sweep, he leads me into the dining hall where a ton of maids glide around, balancing trays of fried chicken, glazed beef, and some other hot delicacies I can’t quite make out. Probably Italian food.My stomach makes that hungry rumble and my
(Pamela)..THE MOMENT I'M DREADING is finally here.“Dinner will soon be served, madam,” the maid announces at the door, with a polite smile. “At exactly 7 p.m sharp.”I can feel my heart beat spike up against my chest. There is no running away from it now. I have to be prepared for all the questions that the Contessa will throw my way at the dinner table. As well as the others.I wonder if I can skip the dinner altogether and eat in my roomWould that be allowed?“Thank you,”I tell the maid with a weary smile of my own.A hint of surprise crosses her face and quickly disappears as soon as it came. I have a feeling that she doesn't receive a lot of “Thank you's” since she started working here.To my surprise, the maid begin to move toward the closet of the large guest room that I'll be staying in for the rest of the weekend. It's a very gorgeous room, but it looks more of an Airbnb than an actual bedroom. “What are you doing?” I ask. “We need to get you ready for the dinner.”I si
(Massimo)..THE DRIVE TO the warehouse is tense. I speed through the quiet and empty streets in my Range Rover, grateful for once that this isn’t NYC with the busy traffic.A lot of possibilities are racing in my mind and I'm trying to make sense of what's happening. I have a million phone calls to make, but I don’t want to get to it just yet.Not until I'm a hundred percent sure that we were infiltrated. "I'm still wondering why Marco's missing,” Kal finally breaks the silence.I grip the steering wheel tighter. "What do you think?”He shrugs, looking out the window. "I don't want to think yet. He was loyal to us, but something smells fishy here. I hope for his sake that he doesn't have anything to do with this.”I don't say anything. We'll figure it out later when we get to that bridge. Right now, my only concern was the stolen shipment. We pull up to the warehouse district twenty minutes later. It's deserted at this hour and doesn’t start operation until much later in the even
(Pamela)..FOR A SPLIT SECOND, my mind goes completely blank.I expected anything, anything at all, but that. I don't know which surprises me more; the fact that Massimo was married before or that his wife was dead and he had a statue erected in her image.My heart hammers against my chest as I stare at the stone woman's face again. Her features suddenly look somewhat familiar but I can’t seem to place where or when I must have seen her.Sofia watches me carefully, maybe trying to place my reaction. "I'm sorry. I thought you knew.""No," I shake my head, still trying to process this bombshell. "Not at all.”I guess it's partly my fault. I was too engrossed with fighting Massimo at every given chance to even know who he really was. Maybe if I'd actually done proper research on him, I would have come across this delicate information and not be taken by surprise.But as always, I hadn’t done that or any of the sort.There's a strange tightness in my throat that I can't explain. Why sho
(Pamela)..WE BOTH WATCH as Katrina emerges from the lake, water dripping all over her torso in long, zigzag lines. Her blonde hair is glued to her scalp, making all her features pop out in a weird way. Without makeup on her face, she doesn’t look quite as good as she did with them on.She clutches a towel on a stand nearby and wipes herself as she walks towards us, that arrogant smile never leaving her face.The last time I'd seen her was back at the restaurant and even though it was a long time ago, the energy between us hasn’t changed. I still felt that resentment from her and I can’t help but wonder why she doesn't like me. Massimo’s mother's. was understandable but hers made no sense whatsoever. “So pleased to have you home, Pamela,” her high-pitched voice hurt my ears but even more than the fake happiness in it. “I've been wanting to see you again.”“Have you guys met each other before?” Sofia asks, her eyes wandering from me to Katrina and back to me.“Yeah,” Katrina interje
(Massimo)..I PUT THE PHONE down and try to breathe through my nose since I got the call.My mind starts going in a hundred different directions trying to figure out who could’ve done this. For the past five years, we haven't had much trouble with our rivals, let alone enemies. Everything had been running really smoothly and by that I mean both sides of my businesses. By day, I’m the CEO of D’Amato Tech, a billion-dollar company that makes software and runs apps for hospitals and banks. I wear suits, shake hands all day long, and smile for photos. People trust me. They think I made it big all on my own.But at night, it’s different. I run something darker, something I inherited from my father: An underground syndicate that deals with illegal drugs and weapons. It’s risky, but it pays well. I keep the two sides of my life far apart from each other even though one helps the other survive. It’s how we’ve stayed untouchable for years.Until now.Someone broke into container 14A and co
(Massimo)..“I CAN’T BELIEVE that out of all the girls you could mess around with, you chose her sister,” My mother spits harshly at Kal, who looks even worse standing there like a frightened chicken.“Mama…”“Shut up! You’re such a disgrace to this family. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have been burdened with raising a child out of wedlock. And most importantly, your brother wouldn’t have been pushed to the wall. He wouldn’t have stooped so low to marry that … girl.”While I’m forced to agree with my mother, the condescending tone in her voice when she spoke about Pamela irked me a little bit.“She’s not even Italian!” she continues, her rageful gaze fixed on Kal. “Because of you, we’re bringing a classless, gold-digging American into this family!”“Mama, that’s enough.” I step in. “We shouldn’t discuss such important conversation here. Let’s settle inside first.”“Where is he? My grandson?”I turn and beckon over to one of the nannies carrying Erik from behind me.“Bring him.
(Pamela)..I STAND AWKWARDLY, not knowing what to say or do next. Somehow, I manage to keep my smile from slipping, even though it's so obvious that Massimo’s mother doesn’t like me. Sofia, on the other hand, seems to be a bit warmer than her mother. She steps forward, her arms outstretched and before I can understand what’s happening, I’m already wrapped up in her arms. She smells of flowery fragrances that reminds me of a late spring morning.“It’s good to finally have you here,” Sofia says, pulling away just enough to study my face. Up close, she is so pretty, like genuinely the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I might not like Massimo all that much, but I can’t deny the fact that good looks do run in the family. “We’ve all been curious to meet the woman who brought my almighty brother to his knees.”Even though she doesn’t say it, the rest of her words hang in the air: No one has ever, in the history of this family, tried to go up against Massimo, of all people. But you hav