I brushed past the man, making sure to shove him out of my way. It would do nothing to make him pay for any of the things he did but it made me feel stronger than him and that was something. A few steps later, I spun on my heel to face him. “I know what you are thinking. You can go ahead and try.” “What the hell are you talking about?” He looked like he was ready to die. “If you are going to try to turn my fiancé against me, he will never believe you.” I smirked. Who was Curtis going to believe? His innocent little fiancée or his father who viewed his engagement as his worst nightmare? I wanted to mock him some more but Curtis was getting closer. I had heard his subtle footsteps, which was why I said something that would set off a seed of doubt in Curtis’s mind.Not that he trusted his father but with what I had just said, he would never believe Fergus no matter what he said. Fergus opened his mouth but stopped himself from saying anything when Curtis appeared at the end of the ha
Curtis Hyacinth. I stared at the necklace in my hand with more questions floating in my mind than ever. I had no idea who Hyacinth Giannelli was until I met the owner of this necklace, and I had assumed it was her name. Besides, I asked her and she nodded. But again, she was only four or five—six, at most. What if she didn’t hear what I asked and simply nodded reflexively? She had to be terrified with everything going on around her, after all. I did the math in my head a dozen more times despite having the answer already. Angelica looked nothing like a nineteen or twenty year old. She was not lying about her age and Heston had done a background check that included her age and birthday. I couldn’t explain why her mother’s name also happened to be Hyacinth but no matter what insane series of coincidences and mixed up backgrounds was going on, one thing was certain. She was not the daughter of Romanos Giannelli. With this in mind, I went back to the living room intending to interrog
Angelica“So, where do you want to hold your wedding?” Siren asked as soon as Curtis left, as though his presence was preventing her from asking. I knew if his presence was stopping her from doing anything, it had more to do with my little lie than my wedding. I had dragged her into my ploy without warning and was more surprised by her compliance than I would have been if she threw me under the bus. I wanted to know why she played along more than she wanted to know how I knew everything I knew. Still, I answered her question naively. “A cathedral.” “Obviously. You are an angel.” She said it like it was a bad thing. A few boring questions later, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She plopped herself beside me. “Are you going to get me out of my misery any time soon?” As soon as I was certain we were on our own. If Curtis only used this place for sex, I didn’t think we were being watched. But with men like Curtis, everything was possible. They never let their guard down for a single se
“We are going to have this conversation once. After this, we pretend we don’t know each other’s intentions.” Siren opened the door and led me out. I had to agree with her. We were able to converse freely knowing no matter what we said, there was no evidence. We had only known each other for a few days. No matter how much we detested our common enemy, it was not nearly enough to build trust between us. I followed her out of the changing room and through the hallway to one of the VIP rooms. I didn’t understand where we were going until we stepped in and she drew a curtain, revealing the club below us. Now this was a view of the club I had never seen. We were facing the bar and all I could see was money. Waitresses stuffing hefty tips into the little aprons over their skimpy uniforms, bartenders ringing cards and receiving what I guessed were too many bills for drinks, patrons shoving money at the girls to get them to move closer. “Do you think this is how Curtis earns his money?” She
My alarm was driving me crazy. Didn’t I fall asleep merely a few minutes ago? I wanted to shut the damn thing off and fall back asleep but remembered why I had set it. I had been unable to talk to Spider the night before so I had sent him a message and set an alarm for 6am. Spider was a better night owl than I was. If he found answers to what I had asked, he would send them before morning. I sleepily patted around for my phone and checked for any new text messages. There was one from Spider, asking me to check my email. That was enough to wire me enough to get out of bed. He must have found out what the feud was between Millie and Curtis. I couldn’t wait to get to it. But first, coffee. ….“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growled minutes after clicking on the link sent to my email. I woke up four hours after falling asleep for this? For the most part, Spider had detailed things I already knew. Millie was a former aspiring actress whose career had ended at the same time as her firs
Curtis I had three meetings back-to-back but I couldn’t focus on any of them. My mind kept wandering to what I imagined Angelica’s face would look like when she found out she was going to get waxed. She didn’t strike me as the kind of woman who would ever think about having a bikini wax, let alone get one on her wedding day. My phone flooded with text messages and I burst into laughter. I knew she was exploding in anger. When the meeting finally ended, I gave her a call. “You despicable maniac!” She growled on the other end. I could picture her cheeks flushed in rage. Angering my wife-to-be was way too much fun. “How does your pussy feel, Mrs. Arciero?” I taunted. “Don’t you fucking call me that! Thanks to you, I feel naked.” I tipped my head back in laughter. “You were going to be naked one way or another tonight. It’s simply a matter of it happening earlier.” That would teach her not to defy me. And now, for the hardest part. “You can spend the next hour doing whatever you wa
Angelica. I couldn’t believe Curtis had bribed the receptionist for me. He had only called me back into the hospital without talking about how he had convinced the receptionist but based on the happy smile smile she flashed me when I came back, I knew there was only one way he could have done it. Of course, I was not stupid enough to think he was doing it for me. It was all for himself. He was covering up everything I could possibly use as an excuse to call off the wedding. It didn’t matter. I thanked him and followed the nurse’s lead to Nana Simone’s room. The receptionist had lied about some mix up happening that was their fault, and them having to let us visit her if they didn’t want the press outside their gates the following day. She was sleeping when we walked in. I didn’t think Curtis wanted to see her too but it turned out, he was serious about seeking her blessing. I ignored him. I only had ten minutes and I was not wasting a single one of them arguing with him. “Nana,”
Curtis I was getting married. Would anyone ever believe that? It seemed like my bride didn’t believe it either. She looked nothing like everyone described brides. They were supposed to be looking like the most beautiful version of themselves, smiling and unable to hold back their happy tears. My bride only looked like a third of that. She was breathtaking. I knew I was poking at a wounded bear when I chose the feathery, fluffy gown that was deliberately the exact opposite of what she had described to Siren, but I didn’t think she would look so beautiful in it. Her hair was in an up-do with a long veil hanging off her floral diamond clip. Aside from that, she wore no jewelry and certainly no ounce of makeup. I knew that was her attempt at trying to defy the norm of weddings, telling me she would not put in any extra effort for a wedding she didn’t want. Not that it changed much, she still looked so beautiful that I couldn’t tear my eyes off her. Which is exactly why I caught her e