Chapter 37: A Taste Of His Own Medicine

Chapter 37

Anna flipped the pages of the book in her hand, her eyes following every word, her lips pursed.

She now sat in an outdoor garden from where she could see some of the guards and the servants who did their work.

Anna couldn’t fully place her hands on it, but something was off. The air carried so much stiffness; even the workers didn’t bother to dwindle around. Like programmed robots, they minded their work.

“Madam Anna,” she heard the soft feminine voice call her, and Anna instantly turned to see Chiara standing behind her, who gave her a bow. “Your lunch is ready.”

Anna mustered a smile. “Please bring it to my room,” she instructed, and Chiara nodded.

Anna was in no mood to have lunch alone in the spacious and lonely dining hall—that, and also risking having dinner with the two brothers who were always at each other’s throats.

Where one had begun acting strangely nice to her, the other one—who had done nothing but pick on her and make her life even more miserable than it already was—suddenly confessed his feelings about liking her.

She had been trying her very best to avoid both of them. That would be wiser than getting in the middle of their crossfire.

Anna headed back to her room to meet Chiara, who had just finished setting the food on the table. Anna walked up to Chiara.

“Did something happen?” It appeared that not just the servants and guards, but even Chiara seemed to be acting strange. Her warm and chatty self had suddenly gone stiff and quiet, only speaking when asked.

“No,” she shook her head. “Nothing happened, ma’am.” Chiara bowed politely. She didn’t intend to lie about it, but if she conveyed the news to her, they might see it as gossiping, and she didn’t want to be buried alive or tortured to death.

“Okay,” Anna pursed her lips, settling down to have her meal.

Hours passed after that, and Anna felt like she was slowly losing her mind. She was tired of reading the book and began thinking maybe it’s high time she asked for a phone from the Don or Domenico. Would they agree? Well, she wasn’t an animal to not have one.

The sky turned gloomy again, cold air swirled around the room, and Anna shivered. She got up from the bed to lock the windows.

Anna sighed out. She was tired of being here all alone. She needed fresh air—fresh air outside the Vicenzo empire.

She got out of her room and out of the Don’s mansion. It had been a week since she last saw Leone and Domenico. Sometimes it felt like they just disappeared into thin air.

She now stood in front of Leone’s mansion, but unlike the previous time, she didn’t step in. Why was she here though? She wanted him far away from her, and now that it’s materializing, she’s out here seeking him?

She released air out of her pink lips, completely frustrated not just at everything but herself too. The cold nearly bit through her skin if it weren’t for the thick shirt she now wore.

She got to the large double doors and her feet paused in hesitation. She remembered the last time she was here—he had made her commit atrocities she never thought she would engage in. He irked her to no end. Why Anna couldn’t still believe she had actually done all of that with him.

Well, she was terribly bored and lonely, and she felt if she sat back in her room all day again, she would lose her freakin’ mind.

Anna took a breath in. She pushed her pink lips in her mouth before giving the doors a slight push—and it actually opened.

Was he crazy or something? Why the hell would he leave his doors open every damn time? Pushing the thoughts aside, she decided she would look at every crook and cranny of his mansion.

Normally, this would be wrong, as it was someone else’s home, but then she reminded herself of the number of times he would jump into her balcony like a stray cat and the times where he would suddenly appear in her room without her consent.

Why not give him a taste of his own medicine then? Anna’s eyes swept through the large hallway with exquisite paintings hung on each side of the walls.

Unlike the first time she had come here, the lights in the large golden chandelier were turned on, spilling bright lights in the hallway.

She walked past the hallway to see the grand, lavishly furnished living room—gray furniture, even the tiles were gray in color.

A fireplace sat at the end where no woods were currently burning in it. Anna ascended the circular staircase and got to the second floor of the mansion.

She could see several doors, which obviously led to several rooms. Anna stood in front of his room, but she didn’t dare go in.

The lights on the other side were dim. Anna’s eyes caught a door at the far end. As she inched closer to it, she presumed he might be hiding dead bodies in there, seeing how the room was isolated from the other rooms.

Her hand turned the doorknob, and she was met with complete darkness. Thankfully, the light switch was close to the door, and Anna flicked it on.

Red lights spilled into the room and Anna caught sight of canvas, paints, paintbrushes, and even sculptures. Leone painted? Every time she discovered even more strange things about him.

The room looked like it hadn’t been used for some time. Her eyes caught a canvas with a rose drawn on it—it was beyond beautiful.

She walked to the other end of the room to see a piano. Her eyes brisked through the keys, and she sat down to see the note placed near the keyboard.

Her eyes scanned through the lines, and her fingers brought them to life, releasing a melodious tone. A smile spread on her lips as she played, and then she felt the hot breath on her neck.

Her breath hitched as two large hands settled at either side of her body, his long fingers expertly moving on the other ends of the keyboard. The tones flowed, creating an even more pleasant melody.

Her shoulders then stiffened, her fingers trembling when she felt her back pressed against his bare chest. Her heart fluttered. She stopped playing, and her hands retracted back to her side.

“What is it, Anna?” His breath fell on the shell of her ear, and Anna turned to see his gray eyes staring down at hers.