로그인“The stench of pride is more bearable than the look of arrogance in his cold eyes.”–Rebecca woke up feeling a little tired, she realized she was alone in bed and she knew Beatrice would have come for Timothee by that time. With a sigh, she rubbed her weary forehead as she threw the blanket off herself and climbed out of bed. A knock echoed on her door and she answered. "Come in!"Beatrice walked in and greeted her with a big smile. "Good morning ma'am, you're awake now." "Yes. And Timothee?" "He's having breakfast downstairs. I came to tell you earlier that Mrs Helen left a message for you but you were still sound asleep." Beatrice explained. Rebecca couldn't hide it, she was displeased from hearing that name but she forced a smile to her face as she responded. "Oh, what is it? I hope it isn't urgent, because if it is then you should have woken me." "It's nothing too serious ma'am and I was checking the time just in case." Beatrice had a warm motherly smile to her face whenev
“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
“Say my name. Say it once, say it twice.” _Rebecca almost slapped herself right there. How could she think about sex? Sex with a man like… him??? She could feel her cheeks heating up from the irresponsible thoughts that swarmed her head. How come she let herself waver so much? “What are you thi
It shouldn't hurt but it still does_Diego woke up with a soft groan. Opening his eyes, he felt even more tired than he did when he went to bed. How did he get to his room anyway? The last thing he remembered was going to the balcony for a smoke. Rubbing his forehead slightly, he tried to rememb
Answers? More like dead end riddles._A lot of questions stormed through Rebecca's mind at once. She tried to pick the best three out of the millions that plagued her mind. Why was she being held captive? What kind of business did her dad do with them? Who were they hiding from? What happened to
“How troubled is his young soul?” –Rebecca woke up with a soft moan escaping her lips. She was met with an unfamiliar ceiling looking down at her and a skull splitting headache pinned her down as she tried to sit up. She groaned softly and laid back down with her eyes closed. Opening her eyes a







