Kaelia's Pov
The wedding was a very private affair. There were not many guests. Just Freddy's inner circle and his father, William who stared at me from the front pew as if he would rather be at a funeral than his son's wedding. Then there was the couple I had paid to act as my parents. They'd nailed the part so much, I made a mental note to give them a bonus. “Mrs. Russo” even went as far as dabbing her eyes while her husband walked me down the aisle, wearing a proud smile. “You look so beautiful,” Freddy said to me when I reached where he stood. I couldn't tell if he was just playing his part or giving me a genuine compliment so I just smiled. I couldn't believe I was about to marry him. The days leading to today had been terrible. The only thing I had on my mind was if I had made the wrong decision. But whatever it was, I was too far to back out now. The vows were a blur of rehearsed lines. I didn't think it was all necessary since this was anything but a real marriage. But then, Freddy and I were the only ones who knew. Once I said ‘I do’, Freddy slipped a diamond the size of a golf ball onto my finger. I appreciated the effort he was putting to make this look real but I thought it was too much. Well, he could afford it. The officiant's voice cut through my thoughts, “You may now kiss the bride.” My stomach plummeted on hearing those words. I looked at Freddy, panicking as he leaned in. “Just for the show.” His lips brushed mine lightly and stayed there for a couple of seconds. It wasn't even a real kiss but my heart beat wildly. The small crowd clapped, Freddy's friends whooped, “Mrs. Russo” wiped her tears again and I almost laughed. I pulled back, flashing an awkward smile as the photographer's flash blinded me. The reception was also a quick affair. My “parents” mingled telling anyone and everyone who cared to know about their “baby Lilyanna”. I was getting sick of everything so I sat on my own, counting the time until Freddy came to tell me it was finally time to go. The ride back to Freddy's mansion was silent. My wedding dress suffocated me. My pinned-up hair was like a vice and the boulder in my hand in the name of a ring didn't make things better. I wanted to ask Freddy about his relationship with his father because their conversations back at the wedding venue had come off as tense to me. However, I remembered the terms of the contract, no personal questions. The mansion, in the middle of nowhere, glowed against the night. It was breathtaking. I'd seen wealth at the Montgomery Grand but this, this place screamed power and privilege. A butler, dressed in a crisp suit, opened the door on my side. “Welcome, Mrs Montgomery,” He said with a smile. I stumbled out, still gawking at the mansion, “Uh…thanks!” “I'm Edmund. Head of Staff.” He bowed and led us into the grand sitting room. It was a cathedral of wealth and I felt tiny against it. Three servants stood ready, waiting for us: A housekeeper, a chef, and Sundae who was supposed to be my personal assistant. Their smiles were warm but mildly assessing. “I'll show you to your room, ma'am,” Sundae said, as the other women turned and left. “I'm Kae…Lilyanna.” She smiled, “Miss Lilyanna.” As I followed Sundae out of the grand sitting room, I looked back to find Freddy staring at me. Scared he could suddenly see through my act, I hurried to catch up with Sundae. I followed her up a staircase, my gown bunched up in my hands as I took each step. The mansion's beauty unfolded as we walked down a corridor - art-lined walls, and doors to rooms I knew I would never belong in. Sundae talked nonstop about schedules but I was too busy taking in the mansion’s beauty to care. She paused when we reached a door that looked a bit different from the others. “Your room, miss Lilyanna” Sundae said as she opened the door to reveal the most beautiful room I had ever seen. A king-sized bed stood in the middle with light blue silk sheets, and curtains that matched the color of the sheets ran from the ceiling to the floor. The scent of lilies filled the room from a glass vase. My suitcase which contained a few of my clothes looked like trash next to all these. But what excited me the most was the balcony. It overlooked the environment in a truly beautiful way. I wondered if Freddy had chosen this room for me by himself. “I was in charge of decorating. It's good to see you like it.” Sundae said. She had been watching me and the way I admired the room like a commoner. I looked away, embarrassed. She walked to a door at the far left and opened it, revealing a walk-in closet almost as big as the room. “I chose the outfits too. Best designers. The very best for Mrs Montgomery.” She picked a black dress, casual but not so casual, and placed it on the bed. Then she grabbed a pair of Hermes sandals and placed them next to the dress. I was so sick of the wedding dress that at the moment all I wanted to do was bathe and lie naked as I always did in my apartment. As if reading my thoughts, Sundae said, “You’ll be having dinner with Mr. Montgomery in an hour. I've prepared a bath so just dip in.” Then she gestured towards a silver switch that I had not seen initially. “Ring this bell if you need help. I should be helping you dress but I have to pick the last batch of clothes for you.” More clothes? “But, I'll assign someone to attend to you.” She watched me for some time before I understood that she was done speaking and needed to get dismissed. “Oh yeah, thank you so much…Sundae.” When she left, I threw myself on the bed, ready to pass out. Freddy was somewhere in this mansion, probably closing deals while I sank in silk and lies. My eyes went to the wall clock. Sundae had said I had an hour. Better to get to work. I striped down till I was in my birthday suit then I walked into the bathroom which was even more beautiful than the actual room. I stepped into the tub gingerly and sank in till the warm water touched my jaw. I sighed and rested my head on the pillow area. Then I closed my eyes.Freddy's Pov "Of course," the commissioner agreed.I looked at Marco one more time. He was watching me with a mixture of hope and apprehension, his hands still clasped tightly in his lap."I hope you're telling the truth," I said quietly. "Because that little boy has been through enough trauma for a lifetime. He doesn't need any more.""I am telling the truth," Marco insisted. "I swear it on my sister's grave."I nodded and left the office without another word.The drive back to the villa was long, giving me too much time to think. Too much time to doubt.Everything Marco had said made sense. The story was consistent, the emotion seemed genuine, and the documentation appeared legitimate. By all accounts, he was exactly who he claimed to be.So why did I feel so uneasy?Maybe it was just my protective instincts kicking in. Maybe I was looking for reasons to doubt him because I didn't want to believe that Birdie would be leaving us. That Kaelia would have to say goodbye.Or maybe my in
Freddy's POVI stood in the commissioner's office an hour later, my jaw tight as I waited for him to bring in this supposed uncle.The drive into the city had been tense. My mind kept replaying Lucia's account of the attack, kept seeing the fear in Kaelia's eyes when she'd walked through that door. Someone had tried to hurt them. Someone had come at them with a knife in broad daylight.And now, conveniently, a family member appeared.The timing was too perfect. Too suspicious."Mr Montgomery," the commissioner said, entering the office with a folder tucked under his arm. "Thank you for coming on such short notice.""Of course," I replied, keeping my voice neutral. "Where is he?""I'll bring him in momentarily. I wanted to brief you first." He opened the folder, spreading several documents across his desk. "Marco Rossi. Thirty-eight years old. Works as a mechanic in Montepulciano. He provided these family photographs, birth certificates for both himself and his sister Elena, and docu
Freddy's Pov Kaelia and Birdie walked through the door, and with them was a woman who looked to be in her fifties. She was dressed casually but carried herself with an air of confidence and strength.One look at Kaelia's face told me something was wrong. She was pale, her eyes wide, and there was a slight tremor in her hands as she guided Birdie inside."Freddy," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "Something happened."My heart dropped. I crossed the distance between us in seconds, my hands immediately going to her shoulders."What? What happened? Are you hurt?""We're okay now, but..." she took a shaky breath. "We were attacked. In the city. A man with a knife."My blood ran cold. "What?""He followed us," she continued, her words coming faster now. "I noticed him trailing us, and then he attacked. He had a knife, and I thought – I thought – ""I stopped him," the older woman interjected calmly. "I was walking nearby and saw what was happening. I intervened."I looked at her prop
Freddy's POVI stood by the window of my study, a glass of scotch in my hand, watching the Italian sun cast golden light across the villa's gardens. The amber liquid swirled in my glass as memories flooded my mind—memories of that faithful night when everything changed.The club. God, that night at the club.I'd gone there trying to clear my head, trying to forget about the chaos that had become my life. Business deals gone wrong, Demitra's manipulations, the constant pressure from my father. I'd needed an escape, even if just for a few hours.And then I saw her.Kaelia.It had felt so surreal because after not seeing her for a while, after convincing myself that maybe I needed to move on, I never thought I'd see her on that particular day. But there she was, standing in that crowd, looking every bit the angel she was. The dim club lights had caught the curves of her face, and for a moment, everything else had faded away.I remembered walking up to her, my heart pounding in a way i
Kaelia's POVThe drive into the city was peaceful. Birdie sat in the backseat, his eyes wide as he watched the Italian countryside give way to cobblestone streets and terracotta rooftops."Look, Birdie," I said, pointing out the window. "See those buildings? Some of them are hundreds of years old.""Hundreds?" he repeated, his voice filled with wonder."Yep. This city has been here for a very, very long time."I parked the car near the historic centre and helped Birdie out. His small hand slipped into mine as we began walking down the narrow streets lined with cafes and shops."Where should we go first?" I asked him.He shrugged but kept looking around, taking everything in.We wandered through a piazza where street performers entertained small crowds. A man was making enormous soap bubbles that floated through the air, catching the sunlight. Birdie's eyes followed them, a genuine smile spreading across his face."Pretty," he said softly."They are, aren't they?"We stopped at a gelat
Kaelia's POV By ten am, I got a call from Rachelle.It was a video call. “Kaelia,” she squealed, “Oh, it's so good to see your face again,”“Yours too,” I replied, “It feels like ages since I last saw you,”TJ popped his face in. “Hi, Kae,”“Hi, Tj. Don't tell me you've been with him since the last time I called,” I asked Rachelle. She put her hands up in surrender, “Guilty as – shit!”“What's up?” “I started taking Pilates classes yesterday,” she said, “My muscles are not finding the assault funny,”I laughed, “Sorry about that. No pain, no gain, right?”“I do not subscribe to that mentality,” she laughed, “Tell me, what's been going on between you and lover boy?”“Oh, we're good,” I replied, feeling my cheeks getting hotter. “What type of answer is that?” She said, “I don't care how red your cheeks become. You're giving me details,”I gave in to her coaxing and told her everything that had happened during the past week. She listened with fascination, gasping, especially when