LOGIN“I'll trade anything in the world to watch you sleep every day of my life.”–Rebecca stood frozen for more than a second, she could almost feel his hands around her body, those sexy lips placing kisses all over her too. If only she would just close her eyes and let her imagination consume her entirely. A gasp escaped from her mouth as she heard a knock on her door. "I'm coming!" She immediately threw on her top before the door would open and pulled it down to at least cover her body. She stared in surprise as she saw Timothee walk into the room, rubbing his tired eyes. "Tim, baby, what's wrong?" She asked him as she went down on her knees and opened her arms out to him. Timothee wouldn't mind seeing his mother dressed half naked like that. He was only a little boy. Her breathing was a little raspy and uneasy as she tried to calm herself and act like she wasn't just about to have an orgasm from her own imagination. He stood there in his mother's arms and allowed her to embrace
“How am I supposed to say no when he talks to me like that?” –Rebecca got home exhausted that evening, Timothee was already asleep so she put him to bed and went straight to her own bedroom. As she opened the door, she stumbled backwards as she met Helen sitting on her bed. "What are you doing inside here?" "Waiting for you, what else would I be doing in your room?" Helen responded nonchalantly. She tapped on the bed next to her for Rebecca to come and sit down next to her. Rebecca stood by the door and crossed her arms below her breast. "What's going on?" Helen arched her brow at Rebecca's defiance and chuckled softly. She leaned back on her hands, looking leisurely around the room like she was purposely wasting Rebecca's time. Rebecca scoffed and gave a roll of her eyes but didn't say another. Helen finally spoke up. "The board of directors had a virtual meeting today about you and they are not satisfied with what's going on." "Well neither am I but I am working on ferventl
“How dare that manipulative bastard?!”–Rebecca rose to her feet before she even realized it. "What do you mean by all our suppliers have pulled out?" "Exactly what you heard!" Helen spat out angrily. "What did I tell you? Every single one of them doesn't have faith in us anymore because your father's name has failed us. "You had better marry Leon Visconti as fast as possible or else everything your father worked hard for will disappear like it was never there and you'll be nothing but a useless failure who's a single mother!" Before Rebecca could say another word, Helen hung up the call. A scoff left Rebecca's mouth as she rubbed her weary forehead. "Oh my goodness! What am I supposed to do now? All our suppliers have pulled out for no reason." "What's going on?" Diego questioned, his thick brows furrowed deeply as he rose to his feet. "Are you having a work crisis?" "Yes." She admitted with a sigh. "I reopened my father's business where he made cosmetic products. I'm also wor
“I know he did it for me, I understand, but I don't want it. Not now, not in a million years.”–Rebecca felt like her heart was going to explode from the rush of emotions inside her. She was feeling everything at once, anger, happiness, anxiety, fear, everything. She helped Timothee sit down next to her and she kept wondering if Vincenzo actually kept their little secret hidden. Especially because of how Diego kept staring at her son. Their son..."Diego..." She called his name softly. Diego's eyes fell close for a moment like he was trying to get a hold of his emotions. When he opened his eyes, he smiled. "Cattivella, it's been... A minute." Rebecca almost teared up hearing that name. The name only he called her. She choked on her saliva as she forced herself to breathe. "Uhm--" she cleared her throat dryly. "Yeah, it has been a minute and more. How-- how are you?" Diego smirked. "I'd give you a response if only I knew the answer. I'm also wondering how I'm doing." She bit do
“Who would have known that a heart as cold as stone was capable of getting warm again…”–Diego stared at the man seated opposite him, a smile playing on his face. He watched in silence as Vincenzo and the man kept bickering back and forth.“Listen, consigliere,” the man said as he relaxed into his seat. “When we met before, didn’t I tell you that I’d need at least a month to prepare your money? You went ahead and dragged your Don along today thinking it would scare me.“I’m not new to this business, you can’t keep being like this to people. Where am I supposed to get such an amount of money, huh? And I told you that I won’t be paying back the interest on top, it’s just too much.”Diego let out a soft laugh. Vincenzo made to speak but Diego raised a hand and stopped him.Sitting upright, Diego stared the man in the eyes, almost as if his colour-changing eyes dilated like a predator ready to pounce on its victim.“I remember the day you came crawling, holding on to my shoes and begging
“For my dad, I’ll do anything to keep his dream going. For my son, I’ll do anything to keep him smiling.”–Rebecca sat opposite Helen, her father’s sister, keeping a calm expression on her face. The woman had been nothing but a pain in her ass ever since she returned home.“What do we have to talk about? I’m exhausted,” Rebecca said.“Of course you are,” Helen responded. “I’ll make it quick. It’s high time you got married.”Rebecca sighed and rolled her eyes. This conversation had been going on for over a year now and she didn’t see the need to get married.“Must we really discuss this now? I just got back from work,” Rebecca said disapprovingly.“Of course we must! You won’t listen to me whatever time I choose to discuss it anyway, so why not now? I’ll wake you up in the middle of the night if I have to,” Helen stated firmly.There was a fire in the woman’s burning blue eyes that Rebecca was just not ready to deal with.Maybe the talks of marriage wouldn’t even piss her off as much
“This desire will be the death of me!”_Rebecca wondered if that was how her life was meant to end. Being killed for something she didn't even dream about doing. His hold around her neck tightened and she could feel the air seizing from her lungs. She couldn't even speak now if she wanted to. Sh
"I don't plan to survive, I plan to live..."_Rebecca felt so warm inside for the first time since she was brought to the Gonzalez penthouse. To know that there was someone within those walls that sincerely cared about her gave her courage. She rose to her feet and stared at the door for a silent
A dominant man and persistent man fills the head with unholy thoughts._Rebecca tugged at the hem of the dress and tried to adjust the spaghetti arm that dug too tightly into her skin. She scrunched her face, there was no hope for such a dress. Most of her breasts were exposed and the fabric outl
I'll serve you, but you'll wish I didn't. _Diego was out of bed before his alarm went off. He went into his bathroom to freshen up. He cursed underneath his breath as he remembered that he was meant to stay away from baths. He wiped his face and neck and other body parts with a wet towel before







