(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)..I HAVE BEEN crying for the past two hours.Maybe even longer because I lost count. The tears keep pouring uncontrollably, and I keep digging into my handbag to pull out more tissue wipes. The same bag that my little sister, Anna, had gifted me on my last birthday. The memory brings a fresh round of tears to my eyes.I still can’t believe that I won’t see Anna ever again. It’s as if I’m in a nightmare that just doesn’t want to end. I desperately want to wake up, to hold my little sister again, to stroke her long, black hair and tell her that everything is going to be OK. But everything is not going to be OK. Because Anna is dead now.She died three hours ago, while pushing out her baby. I thought she was going to make it. She had a very determined look on her face that I have never seen before. I had even held her hand throughout the delivery process, whispering words of encouragement in her ears.“You can do this Anna,” I whispered. “Just one last push.”“Yes, Anna,” the
(Pamela)..MY MOUTH FALL open at what I’d just heard.I can’t believe my ears. Did he just say full custody? Or had I heard wrong?“Excuse me?” I ask, just to be sure.A mask passes over his face and he watches me closely, as if he’s trying to figure out my reaction. He’s still standing over me, his tall frame casting shadows over me against the bright overhead lights. “Excuse me?!” I repeat, my voice sharper now.His gaze narrows slightly, but I don’t care. The audacity of his words hangs in the air, suffocating me.“You think you can just waltz in here, claim ‘full custody,’ and walk out with my sister’s baby like he’s some kind of prize?” My voice trembles, but I press on.I rise to my feet, ignoring how small I feel compared to his towering figure. “Where were you when my sister was struggling? When she needed support? And now that she’s gone, you—” My voice cracks, but I force myself to continue, “you think you can make decisions about her child without even considering me? Wi
(Pamela)..I’M SEATED at my kitchen table, a bowl of mushroom soup in front of me. But I’m not looking at my plate, rather at the thick stack of legal documents right next to the bowl. My hands tremble as I read the name at the top: Massimo D’Amato.I can barely breathe.“You’re joking, right?” I ask no-one in particular. I’m still finding it hard to believe that that man had actually kept to his words.His last statement echoes through my head and I shiver slightly: See you in court.Erik lets out a soft whimper from his crib, right next to the couch, where I can keep a close eye on him from the kitchen. It’s as if he can sense my distress at everything that’s been happening.Clara, another one of my childhood friends, leans against the counter. She doesn't look too happy either. “I wish I were. They’re coming after Erik, Pam. They’re going to fight tooth and nail.”I get up from the table and begin to pace around the tiny space of my apartment. My head is already aching from think
(Massimo)..I ANGRILY TOSS the tabloid and it clatters with a loud sound onto my desk. I can’t believe it but the headline is still there for the past two hours:Heartless Billionaire Steals Baby from Grieving Aunt.What. the. Hell ?“This is a PR nightmare,” my publicist, Veronica, says as she paces the office. “We need damage control and we need it now.”I slowly rub my temples in an attempt to stop the migraine from coming in full force. It all feels like some sort of prank. What idiot would publish such a ridiculous article against me?For years, I have managed to keep my family affairs out of the news. But I’ve been so preoccupied with the court case to have paid attention and this one had slipped right under my nose.“What do you suggest?”Veronica stops in front of my desk, a frown on her face. That means the gears in her head are already working.“A story,” she says at last. “Something that shows you’re not the villain they think you are.”I glance back at the tabloid. The a
(Pamela)..THE WEIGHT OF the contract in my hands is a constant reminder that this is a very big mistake. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't even be entertaining this ridiculous offer.But I find myself still skimming through the terms of the contract. It's a whooping 12 pages and each page ends up being worse than the last one.Massimo is seated across from me. He doesn't say anything but his eyes speak volumes. I can’t bear to look at him so I focus on the document that I'm holding.“Let me get this straight,” I begin, my voice shaky. “You want me to give up two years of my life, parade around as your wife, and pretend to be part of some picture-perfect family ... all to make you look good in the eyes of the media?”“It's not just about me,” Massimo responds in a calculated tone. “Like I said earlier, it's also about Erik. He needs a home. Stability. Safety. You can’t give him that alone.”My chest tightens as his words strike a nerve. “You don't know what I can or can't give him.”
(Pamela)..THE RAIN STARTS right as they lower my sister into the ground.It's a light drizzle that quickly turns into a downpour. Everyone takes shade under an umbrella, but I don’t even feel the rain pouring down harshly at us.My entire focus is on Anna's dark mahogany casket that keeps getting lowered away. Soon, my sister is completely gone from our view and now six feet under. Never to be seen or heard from ever again.My fingers clutch the baby-red roses so tightly that the stems dig into my palms. But I don’t feel the pain. I don't even feel my own fingers. I should step forward. I should place the flowers down and whisper a final goodbye. But my body refuses to move because I'm still finding it so hard to believe.She’s gone.She’s really gone. My one and only sister.I'd sacrificed my entire life to raise her, to make sure she didn't have the kind of childhood that I had. I had done multiple jobs at the same time, just to be able to provide her with the best things, an
(Pamela)..Massimo moves before I hit the ground.It all happens so fast like a scene out of a horror movie. One minute, I'm swaying out of control, and the next minute, his hands are gripping mine in an attempt to stop my fall.His touch is warm and solid, and a gentle comfort from the biting cold. My head tells me to pull away because he's the enemy here. But I don’t. Instead, I allow myself to relax for a bit and everything else comes to a standstill.The tears that have been building up since the funeral finally lets out and I begin to wail into his chest. I'm completely consumed by my grief to even notice that I'm tearing up in Massimo’s arms, of all people.For a long moment, we stand there as I cry uncontrollably with the rain pounding against us. My body trembles, and I hate myself for showing weakness in front of him. But it feels good to let all the pain out.Massimo’s as stiff as a statue for the first few seconds and then he exhales. His voice is quieter when he spe
(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