I arrive home in a teary-eyed state, profusely hammering on the door. Chrissy opens it after what seems like an eternity with Conrad standing behind her in only a pair of baggy jeans. “Nessa, thank god. I was calling you a thousand times. What happened?” She asks as she steps to the side, dragging me in. “My ah… My phone is still off.” I look around, trying to avoid any eye contact. Shame has that effect on a woman. Avoiding eye contact and discussing the incident is critical if you want to avoid exposing yourself further than you already have. “I left him. I told him I loved him and he… he.. he told me he could not love me back, like, ever.” I cry out, running to my bedroom. I throw my body on top of my bed, sobbing like a child. My heartaches, along with my limbs. Why does rejection hurt so much? Seconds later, the bed dips, and Chrissy begins rubbing my back in an attempt to console me. “Babe, I love you to death. But the shit you pulled tonight was not you.” She looks at me a
Three weeks have passed since I walked out of Lucas' penthouse. Three agonisingly long weeks. He has texted. He's called, and he's also sent me emails on a near-daily basis throughout the first week. Christ, he even showed up on the front doorstep every night, hammering and threatening to break it down by the sheer strength behind his knocking. Poor Chrissy had put herself in the front line, doing her best to deal with him and sternly warning him to leave, or she would have no other choice but to call the authorities and have him arrested for trespassing. “I need to see her, Chrissy.” Luca had pleaded through the door, his voice soft with defeat. “Give her time and some extra space, Luca.” She always told him. “She is hurting and needs to heal before she can face you again.” “I can’t do that. I must see her, to hold her and tell her that she means more to me than my next breath.” The pain was evident in his voice, but it wasn't enough to emotionally drag me out from behind the doo
Chrissy and Conrad stared at one another as if they were looking for solace between themselves. “Well?” I snapped with my gaze darting between them, agitated. Conrad brushed a weary hand over his face. “I have heard stories of Luca having a personal security team. His brother is a big hotshot lawyer in Italy.” He paused as if he were trying to somehow give me a sugar-coated version of what he knew. “And?” I implored, eager for him to finish. “His brother apprehends the big criminals… the mob-style criminals, Nessa. His life has seen far too many close calls. Presently, there is a substantial reward for his head on a stake. Giovanni was forced into hiding, and Luca frequently visited New Zealand, where he established a security company to transport men back and forth to Italy. He was on his way to pick up another group of security personnel when his parents…” Conrad broke eye contact with me for a moment to gaze at Chrissy before he returned their focus back to me. “Were found dea
This morning, when I arrived at the Academy, there was a blanket text sent out to everyone from Sanz.Sanz: Good news for our female staff. Today, you have been invited to Auckland Hospital for a free cervical smear test and breast examination as part of a medical trial. If any of you are interested, I'll meet you out front during lunch break to drive you. Have a blessed day. I believed the offer was too good to refuse. I have no recollection of any members of my family dying of cervical or breast cancer. However, one can never be too careful when the Big C continues to thrive on the death toll tables.That is probably why the majority of us female teachers took advantage of the offer and are now sitting in the waiting room. I decided to make my way down to the cafeteria for a quick bite. I see no reason for all of us to remain here. It is not as if we are all going to be seen simultaneously. I use the elevator to return to the ground floor.After stopping through five levels, the ele
I sit in the living room and wait for Luca to return with our drinks with my gaze focusing on the floor. I should have told him to take me somewhere else. Being here, in his penthouse, brings back bad memories from the last time I was here. If I know what is good for me, I should get up and leave. But I can't because I'm too invested in finding out Lucas' hidden truths, hoping they will finally set me free. “You will need something strong to digest everything I’m about to tell you, Vanessa.” Luca says as he hands me a glass half filled with a golden coloured liquor. I bring it up to my nose and take a sniff. “Whiskey?” I ask, before setting the glass down on the coffee table. “Si, Scotch whiskey.” He pulls up a chair in front of me, sits down, and crosses one leg over the other while cradling his glass. “What is this all about, Luca?” I ground out impatiently. “I'm missing a free cervical smear test and breast examination. Not to mention that I have to return to the Academy shortl
Ro… Rosalia?” I stare at him through shocked, encased irises. “Si. The baby in the picture is OUR… Niece. After the paramedics performed an emergency C-Section on Celeste, Rosalia was transferred to the ICU unit for close observation. The police had found the suicide note explaining everything. She even asked if the baby survived for it to go straight into the care of Giovanni. There was a DNA test done to confirm that he was the biological father, and a week later, she was brought home with a clean bill of health.” “I… me… I can’t believe this.” I straighten and look at Luca. “You kept this from me! You kept my niece, my blood, the only connection I have left of my sister from me. How could you?” I ask him, devastated, shocked, and appalled by his decision to keep this from me. “I respected your parents' wishes and fulfilled them. You were never meant to find out, Vanessa. But considering all the events that have unfolded, and those who Giovanni incarcerates... They will stop at no
I’m sitting in my room crying when Chrissy and Conrad get home from work. “Nessa!” I hear Chrissy call my name out in a panic. I quickly wipe my face and take in a few deep breaths before I walk out into the living room. “Hey, I didn’t expect you guy’s to be home until a bit later on.” I sigh, feeling like a deer being caught in headlights. “Yeah, I figured that. But Luca called us and told us what happened.” She gazes at me sympathetically. “Are you okay?” “So… Did he tell you that his so-called sister is our niece? Celeste’s baby.” I sneer, wiping the tears running down my face. “UMM…” She looks at Conrad, and he looks at her then at me before looking back at Chrissy with wide eyes. “Yeah, no, I didn’t think so.” I drop to the floor covering my face with my hands. Crying hysterically. “How could he keep this from me? How could my parents keep this from me?” I rock back and forth, hugging myself, looking up at Chrissy and Conrad through watery eyes. “This whole time, I thought
“You are most welcome. You and Chrissy are all I have. I know things were very rocky at the beginning between us, but I have watched you grow and evolve into a strong young lady all on your own. And I respect that, Nessa. It couldn't have been easy.” His voice softens. “You've also kept Chrissy on the right track of life and looked out for her where I couldn't. I am forever in your debt.” “You guys are part of the reason I've turned out the way I have. With your kind generosity all these years, I don’t think I would've…”“You would have made it either way, Vanessa. I’m just happy I got to be a part of it. Now, I will stop by later and drop the car off with the credit card. Get a good night’s rest and make sure you keep clear of Luca.”“I promise to stay clear, and thank you, Roman.” I say softly, meaning every bloody word exiting my mouth.“You’re welcome. Bye, Nessa.” He hangs up.“Bye,” I whisper, listening to the dial tone.I put Chrissys' phone on my desk and pull out my suitcase,