ログイン“The joy of being wanted.”–She blinked, bringing a smile to her face. “Nothing,” she responded. “I’ve always been curious about the name, since it sounds so much like Don.”He nodded his head, like he also realized what she was saying. Before he could say anything else, she said a quick and short goodbye and walked away, with the excuse of not wanting Diego’s coffee to go cold.On her way to Diego’s study, she couldn’t help the thoughts that filled up her mind.Why would Vincenzo refer to her as Donna? Was she already the woman of the house?Also, why would Vincenzo try to take Chase’s place? If she were to be honest with herself, Vincenzo and Diego were awfully close, and she would feel jealous herself if she were Chase.They had left him out of the important gala mission they had done, he probably didn’t know that she was kidnapped, or that Diego’s best friend was laying in a hospice bed. He probably didn’t know anything.So he had every right to get angry, to lash out, but defini
"In the mansion of Gonzalez, there's always something going on."--In a fit of rage, Vincenzo threw a punch at Chase's face, making Chase stumble backwards. Rebecca screamed with widened eyes and covered her mouth.Chase scoffed a laugh. He moved to retaliate but was stopped by his brother's words."Chase!" Diego thundered as he slammed his hand against the table. "That was too far.""Too far?" Chase asked. He let out a chuckle and ran his fingers through his hair. "All I did was state the facts; he was the one who went too far by hitting the underboss and now, I command his instant dismissal. He has no right to be a part of our family."Rebecca was taken aback by his words. She opened her mouth to speak but knew it wasn't in her place to interfere. Even if she wanted to, she found herself at a loss of words.Diego scoffed a laugh. "Dismissal?"Chase nodded his head. "He needs to leave. He's overstepping."Running his hand through his hair, Diego stared at the both of them for a seco
"Even without a translation, I know it hurt."--Diego didn't say anything about my question; he just smiled and said, "You should go to your room to shower and have a change of clothes. It wouldn't be nice if you joined us late."Rebecca wanted to argue, to insist that he answered her question, but something inside her made her feel like that was what he wanted. He wanted to tease her.So she swallowed her comment and nodded her head.Putting on his shirt, she picked up her night wear and went to her room. Unfortunately, a long shower and a change of fresh clothes weren't enough to get her mind off the whole Donna situation.There was something in the way Vincenzo had greeted her that morning; it was different from others. It felt like he had more respect for her.The way he bowed his head: Don... Donna... Why did it seem like those two were closely related?What if it was?An idea popped up in her head as she sat up straight; Donna was a name with an Italian origin, but what did it
"First I'm Sophia Clark, and now I'm Donna? These people..."--Everything still felt surreal to Rebecca; she had to pinch herself just to make sure she wasn't drowning in her hallucinations.She had fallen asleep so peacefully thanks to the fact that he was by her side, but she couldn't help the feeling that kept telling her that when she would wake up, it would all be gone.Tossing on her side, a soft groan escaped her lips as her lashes batted open. The gentle glow of the morning light reflected down on her face, illuminating her gaze as it landed on the man that was lying right next to her.It almost brought her to tears.Reaching out with a trembling finger, she touched Diego just to be sure that he wasn't a figment of her imagination and he would not dissipate the moment she tried to touch him.Thankfully, he was still right there.She almost burst into tears of joy. "You're real..." She muttered half in tears.Her eyes traveled across his firm body. The blanket only covered him
"No talking, just relaxing."--Diego stared at her, wondering why she had asked about that word. He didn't want to ask, but he was not the type to let his curiosity eat away at him. He faced it head on. "Why did you ask me about that word?" She looked up at him, the look in her eyes making it seem like she was contemplating whether to talk or not. He didn't rush her, he just listened. Finally, she spoke up. "I don't know why Vincenzo didn't say anything to you about it but... Chase came to see me this night and he was asking me questions about the gala. Vincenzo didn't know about this part, he hadn't arrived yet. "I managed to be as evasive as I could be while answering him but he seemed to still have some doubt. Then Vincenzo came and he had a little argument with Chase." "What were they arguing about?" Diego asked. She bit down on her lips and stared at her plate for a second before looking back at him. "I don't know, I didn't understand. It was in Italian." Diego fell into
“Conversations with no subtitles.”–Rebecca didn’t know how to respond to his question, so she asked a question of her own. “Have you already discussed with Diego tonight?”Chase’s lips curved into a smirk. “Why? Is there something you shouldn’t say to me?”She shook her head. “Not at all, I’m just wondering why you’re asking me and not Diego. Also, it’s very weird that you were a no-show for such an event. It was a bit fun with new people and all, but too crowded for me.”Chase stared at her lips as the words left them, like he was looking for any signs of a slight trembling or biting, but the words left her mouth with perfect alignment, and there wasn’t a single sign to show how nervous she was about lying.She wondered how she managed to lie so perfectly.Chase nodded his head, and met her eyes as she finished talking. He stared into them for another silent moment, and she could tell that he was trying to read her.Avoiding eye contact would mean that she had something to hide, bu
"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
The strongest Man with the greatest weakness. _Diego heard a soft knock on his door and he already knew who it was. Rebecca approached his desk and placed a cup of coffee in front of him.He looked up at her face and noticed something new. Her lips were a deeper shade of red than normal. His brow


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