I am standing outside Papa’s hospital room, praying and hoping for him to get better.
“Mama is papa going to be okay?” I ask with tears running down my face.
“Yes, honey, all we have to do is pray and hope for the best. Baby girl you don’t have to cry anymore, papa is going to be fine,” Mama says, picking me up off the ground and placing me on her hip while hugging me close to her.
“Why is mio angioletto (my little angel) crying?” My uncle Carlos says.
“Uncle Carlos!” I say quickly getting down from mama’s hip.
“Uncle Carlos, why is daddy not waking up?” I say hugging him tightly.
“Don’t worry little one, everything is going to be fine.”
“Camilla, what happened?”
“We were celebrating Val’s fifth birthday party when gunshots were fired from nowhere. They were aiming for Val, but Marcus got in the way and save
10 YEARS LATER It’s been ten years since the war. Apparently, Carlos was making sense the day we were fighting. He is not related to my father in anyway, for which I am grateful. He is the son of my paternal grandfather’s enemy. My paternal grandfather killed Carlos’ father and carried Carlos away when he was a baby. He raised him but never told him about his true identity, but it seems he found out. He became angry and decided to finish what his father started according to him, but we all know where he ended. Enzo and I have never been happier in our lives. We have four beautiful children. Stefano, Thomas, Aurora, and Melissa. Enzo loves his children more than anything in the world. Enzo and I moved to Italy after his father retired. Life in Italy is beautiful. Our children are the best thing that ever happened to us. Stefano is nine years old; he is a replica of his father but has the character of both his parents. He is tall, has green eye
I am waiting in a room full of potential applicants—a few who look like strippers—all with the hope of getting the job. I wonder why they come dressed half naked. Is seduction the only way they think they can get the job? Why do some women think so little of themselves? I pray the boss is not like all those bosses who are looking for a personal assistant who helps in other areas like his bedroom, if you know what I mean. A few others dressed more professional than me look like they have been in this profession far longer than I have. It’s making me feel unqualified with my MBA right now.I was eager to get this job because the money would help my mama and I. Being a single mother is never easy, but she pulled it off. She brought me up in the best way possible. I never really got to know who my father is or where he is from because every time I ask mama about my father, she tells me that he was a one-night stand. And while I believed there was
I am in the queue at Starbucks to get coffee for the devil himself. I get black with no sugar as he said. I arrive at the company building at 8:54am. I walk straight from the elevator to my office. It is a professional beauty, plain brown with beige walls.I knock on his door at 9:00a.m. Sharp and wait for a response. After a few seconds, I hear ‘come in.’ I walk in and see him sitting at his desk with his hands crossed over his chest.‘‘Morning, Sir. Your coffee," I say as I hand over the coffee. He takes it and puts it on that classy table of his."How are you, Bella (beautiful)?""I am fine, thank you," I say, and he does not say anything after that. I decide to leave. While turning the doorknob, I hear him speak."Bella," he says, calling me back."Sir?""There are some papers you need to sign as my personal assistant. Have a seat. I will get them for you."I sit down while he brings out a paper. I read the paper and it
One month has gone by since I started working here and trust me it's been hell.Nothing I ever do is right. I either forget to fax a file to someone, or I got the wrong number. Let’s not even talk about the coffee. It’s either too hot, too cold or just horrible. He is a severe pain in the ass. I wish my boss could be someone with a heart, not the devil in human form.My phone vibrates, I look to check what he wants now, but I am surprised when I see it’s a text from my bank saying $5000 has been put into my account by Enzo. I am amazed he is paying me so well. It’s almost worth him making my life a living hell while working for him.I look at the time and it is time for lunch. I am in the elevator on my way to get myself some lunch when I hear my phone ringing.“Hello, sir, what can I help you with.”“I need you in my office now,” he says loud and clear in my ears while he hangs up before I can say anything.I walk towards his office and knock on
I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I look for the phone on the nightstand and switch off the alarm. I get up from my bed using all the strength I have and walk straight to the bathroom to get ready for today’s trip. I have a good feeling that it’s going to be fun.Once done in the bathroom, I walk over to my closet to pick what to wear. I am wearing a black sweater, storm grey jeans, black flat shoes and a matching handbag with my shades on top. I love travelling comfortably. I walk downstairs to make breakfast for mama. I will have to break the news to her that I am going to the one place she has forbidden me to go. I don’t know the reason why, but I pray she won’t be upset.I step into the kitchen and get the ingredients from the cupboard. I mix flour, egg and milk with a little sugar. I set the frying pan to start the pancakes, when mama walks downstairs looking like the happiest person in the world. She pecks me on both cheeks before she sits down and ask
He smiles and hugs me back. How I have missed him! “How are you? How long has it been since I saw you? I missed you so much; even mama misses you too.” I say releasing him from our hug. “I am fine, and I don’t know how long it has been since I last saw you, but I missed you too,” William says. I am about to talk when I hear someone clearing their throat behind me. I look up and see Lorenzo looking at me as if I did a despicable thing by saying ‘hi’ to William. His hand goes around my waist like we are a couple; and he smiles at William, but it’s not a genuine smile. “It seems you and my personal assistant have met before, which I don’t like very much,” he says, not even caring that William is standing right in front of us. I remove his hands from around my waist. “William and I are friends, we went to the same university. I don’t understand what you mean by you don’t like him. It’s not like me being friends with him is any of your business. Is
I woke up this morning with a killing headache from all the crying. I walk to the bathroom to do my morning routine. When I have finished taking a shower, I stand in front of the mirror to look at my reflection. I look like dead meat. I tell myself I must stop crying every day because of that asshole. He is not worth my tears. I have to prove to him that he can’t control my life. I have to be very strong. If not, he will know he is getting to me. I have to prove him wrong. Once I walk out of this hotel, I intend looking like the happiest person on this planet and not just my usual self. I am going to put on some makeup to make myself feel good and put the most elegant clothes on. I think it’s high time I stop letting him always win and walk all over me like he owns me. I need to stand up for myself or this terror will never end. I step out of the bathroom to get ready for today; I have a feeling today is going to be good and hopefully work in my favour.I ha
I wake up with the sun kissing my face. I am so happy today is Saturday, no work for me today. I pick up my phone to check the time; it’s just 9:00a.m. That means I still have a lot of time before Enzo’s mom comes by. Last night she called me and told me she would be coming by at 1 p.m. to take me around the city. I am so happy; I can’t wait. I walk out of bed and go straight to the kitchen to make some breakfast.I put my phone on to play music while I am making breakfast. I am dancing to Swalla by Jason Derulo ft. Nicki Minaj and Ty Dollar $ign. I turn around; I am startled by what I see in front of me. A shirtless Enzo is sitting on the stool in the kitchen drinking water like it’s a regular thing to be shirtless in the kitchen. For God’s sake, does this man not know he is sexy, and it’s not right to show off his sexy body when I can’t even allow myself to look for too long...‘It’s not fair’ I whine to my