AUSTIN My head is hurting badly. I adjusted my eyes to the light. How did I get home? I looked at the time to see it was after seven. Sofia and Jacob barged into my room. "Why the fuck is that asshole bringing you home at midnight?" Jacob, my little brother asked. What? He doesn't even know Felix. "How do you even know him?" I asked. "I don't. Sofia told me about him. He hurt my brother, so, he's a motherfucking bustard." He shrugged. "He didn't hurt me. I'm alright." I replied as I got out of bed. "Have you fallen for Felix?" My sister blurted. I stayed quiet. My mind drifted back to last night. The drugs, the sex. Wait.....I had sex with Felix? "Okay, what happened to your wrist?" She asked. I looked down at my wrists. My mind flew back to when he cuffed me to the bed. That was sexy. I smiled, but then, I realised my little ones were still in front of me. "I heard he's into kinky shit......don't get hurt by him." She said. She always sees me like a fragile little butterfly.
MILO I waited for the door to open. Sofia told me Damien came in here. I have to keep a watch on him while Heaven is studying. The door opened. I walked in to see Damien working on some chemistry problem in a book. "Sorry to bother you, Ms James. I was looking for my friend here and I was told he was in here." I smiled at the tiny lady. Damien looked at me and sighed. Everything looked normal. Maybe I was imagining things. "Hey man, what's up?" He asked casually. I didn't want to ruin his lecture."I'll see you later, you seem busy..." I smiled at him before shutting the door. What was I fucking thinking? LAYLAI took a deep breath after Emilio left my office. I closed the door shut. Damien got on his feet and locked the door again. He pulled me closer to him by my waist. I felt a tingle in that area. "Where were we?" He asked. I removed his hands from me. "This is the end of the road Mr Costa. See you at home lesson." I pushed him towards the door but he held my wrists. "
THIRD PERSON'S POVAlexa walked towards Martinez with a puzzled look on her face. Martinez walked closer to her. "I was sent by Bruno. It's all part of the plan, and I've gotten it. I know where he's hiding the cell," he whispered to her. She looked at him in disbelief. The matter sounded intriguing to her ears. "Where the fuck is it?" She asked. "It's in the wine cell, that's what he told me," he replied. She nodded her head in realisation. "So, it was there all along?" She mumbled. "Get more information from him. As soon as I get it.....we're sending him to his father," she stated. He nodded his head. Lorenzo returned with a bottle of wine and glasses. "Oh, it seems you've met my....mother," he said. Martinez nodded his head. Alexa laughed. "Your friend here is really funny...." she spoke. Lorenzo nodded with a smirk. They. All sat down and had a drink. Martinez had to go because there was a party tonight. Lorenzo stared at Alexa. She smiled at him. "I'll be heading to th
LAYLAAfter taking a shower, I head out of the room. Now, where the hell would he be keeping the vault safe? I walked towards Heaven's study. I looked around. Thank goodness the maids weren't around today. I desperately searched everywhere in this room for the vault, but there seemed to be nothing in there. I left the room and quickly checked the wine cell, but still nothing. I headed to the living room and searched the whole place. I groan in annoyance. Where the fuck did the man keep it? If Heaven has a study, his Dad should have one too. I headed back upstairs to find the study, or probably an office. I found an office. This must be Damien's father's study. It's quite bigger than all the rooms in this house. I looked around and that's when my eyes landed on a vault on the wall. "Wow...." I trailed off as I stared at what I was looking for. I quickly grabbed my phone and dialled my Dad's numbers. It rang twice before he picked up. "Hey, Dad," I spoke. *What's up?" He as
DAMIEN I headed back home soon. The party was very boring for a reason. Ever since I met Layla, I've not been able to approach any girl. They don't look attractive the way she is. I headed upstairs to my room. I opened the door and noticed she was asleep. I didn't want to disturb her, so I headed to the closet. I pulled off my clothes and shoes. I wore sports shorts and a tank top. I walked out. I walked to the bathroom and washed my face and hair. I dried them both and walked out. She was sitting on the bed. I walked over to her. "Did I wake you up?" I asked as I got on the bed. She shook her head. "I was just restless....." she replied. I smiled and held her closer to me. "Can I ask you a question?" She spoke. I furrowed my brows and nodded. I wonder what she wants to know. "Can you tell me about your mom?" She stated. My face fell. "Is it a sensitive question?" She asked. "Oh, it's not. It's just that no one has asked me that question. Not even my brother. It's tough." I s
BIANCA Milo didn't know what to say. Judging by my silence, he knew this was not the time to say anything. I was trying to process all this. My father was murdered by his stepsister. "How did he know?" I uttered after a while of silence. He sighed and looked at me. "He lives with her. He figured out a lot of things recently. The death of his father. His twin brother. His mom is late......your father," he explained. Does he have a twin? "Is....." I have a feeling that what I'm about to ask is what I'm thinking. "...my Mom's aware of it?" I asked. He looked at his feet. "Judging by what Lorenzo said, she knew all along," he replied. Anger filled my body. I stood up, but Milo pushed me down by my wrist. I landed on the couch. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked. I glared at him. "I'm gonna ask her why she didn't tell me," I told him. He shook his head. "I'm not sure that's the best move," he stated. "You're angry right now. You should talk to her like mother and daughte
BIANCA Lorenzo and I sat there in silence. I was looking for a way to compose my words. I was the one who wanted to talk, but in the end, I couldn't even form any words. "Did Milo tell you?" He asked. I looked at him immediately. I nodded my head. "It is a small word, isn't it?" I asked. He nodded. "I'm sorry about your father. He was a great man." He replied. I furrowed my brows."You knew my Dad?" I asked. He nodded with a smile. He looked at the floor of the hallway. "He came over once. He bought me a lot of gifts. I knew he was my uncle, but I forgot about him since I only met him once," he spoke. "He bought me ice cream, we went to watch movies." He remembers old memories. "That must have been nice," I replied. He nodded. "Does.....she live with you?" I asked. He looked at me."Yeah," he replied. "What are you gonna do now?" I asked. I could only think of the worst for that lady. "Bianca, I don't want to get you mixed up with any bad stuff. But, I'll make sure she p
THIRD PERSON'S POV Arianna and Alessia cried as Milo was still on the ground unconsciously. People were already gathering around. Andrea was smart enough. She grabbed their tablet and FaceTime her Dad. "Pick up, Dad," she mumbled. He picked up immediately. "Dad," she called with a panicked tone. *Princess, are you okay?* He asked as he stared at her scared face. *What's going on there?* he asked. "Daddy, Milo is unconscious on the ground," she cried. Mr Rossi immediately got on his feet with panic written all over his face. *Where are you guys now?* he asked her as he was already heading out of his office. Andrea looked around. "We are at Sammy's ice cream shop outdoor table," she explained. He told his driver to start the car. "Give me five minutes, baby. I'm on my way." He replied before he hung up. He called Aunt Angela to hurry up as well so that she could get the kids back homeThe driver took him to the ice cream shop. Thank goodness it was close by. He soon started
BIANCA I can't believe what I'm doing right now. I of all people wanted to get rid of Milo from my mind. But here I am, staring at him in the living room as he types on his phone with a smile on his face. Is he seeing someone? Does he have a girlfriend? These are the questions running through my head. I slowly peeped through but ended up falling to the ground with a thud. "Fuck," I mumbled. I noticed Milo was getting up from his seat and walking over to me. I could only stare at him as he did so. I didn't know how I even got here. I got curious to find out who he was chatting with. "What are you doing?" He asked. I stared up at him. He can't even help me to my feet. I slowly stood up. Like.....there's no difference between me on the floor and me standing. I'm still looking at the same tall guy. I chuckled lightly. I scratched the back of my head and gulped as I looked at anywhere but him. "Uhmm.....I.....the thing is that," I tried to make up a lie to say. "What?" He asked again.
MILO I never in my life thought a person could get my attention most hotly. Making eye contact. I took Amaya's hand in mine. "Emilio is the name," I said. She nodded. "My friend and I are having a drink, wanna join?" I can't believe I'm asking that question. She looked over and nodded. "Sure, why not? You seem fun." She said. We walked over to Lorenzo. He stared at me in bewilderment. "Hi," she said to him."Enzo, this is Amaya. Amaya, this is my best friend Lorenzo," I said. They both shook hands. We all sat down and ordered more drinks. "So, Amaya, do you stay around?" I asked. "Yeah. I live close by with my stepfather," She replied. I looked at her. "It's the only way I could get away from him. He's......" she trailed off. "You okay?" Lorenzo asked. She nodded. She's lying. I could see through her smile. We chatted for a while before Enzo decided to go home. Amaya and I stayed behind. We kept drinking and chatting. "What does your father do?" I asked. She looked at me l
BIANCA I didn't want to go to the funeral 'cause I had to study for the past class I had missed out. But, I want to see Milo's plan. He's ignoring me, and I don't know why. Is it because of what I said? He doesn't even like me, so why would it be uncomfortable? I grabbed my bag and phone and exited the room. I headed downstairs. Milo was waiting downstairs. Immediately, he noticed my presence. He walked towards the door. I sighed and walked to the door. What's his problem? I headed out and walked to the car. I hopped into it. He started the car and drove off. It was awkwardly quiet in here. It was suffocating. "Why are you ignoring me?" I uttered. I couldn't look at him right now. "Is it that bad?" I questioned. He glanced at me. "What?" He asked. He was keeping his cool but also curious about it. I sighed. "What I said the other day. That we should just be friends?" I asked. He sighed. He looks so uncomfortable next to me. "Why are you ignoring me?" I asked. "I don't know,"
BLAKELY There's no way I did that. I don't want to go to jail. I fucking don't want to go to jail. I pace around my room. It's all Bianca's fault. I didn't do anything wrong. I sighed. I don't want to join my brother in prison. My phone beeped. I grabbed it to see it was a message from Emilio. I relaxed a little. [Let's meet up. I want you,] he texted. I smiled at the message. [Sure, where?] I texted back. I waited for him to reply. After it was marked read, he started typing. Another message popped. [I'm right in front of your house. Come out,] he replied. I quickly put on my shoes and headed downstairs. "Where are you going?" Mon asked angrily. I cleared my throat. After what happened between Bryan and Beck. They've been keeping an eye on me in this house. "Oh, Emilio is taking me out," I said the truth. Mom and Dad like Milo, so they don't have a problem with me going out with him. "Just Emilio?" She asked. I nodded my head. She sighed. "He should bring you back before midni
BIANCA I watched as Milo welcomed the lady in. It looks like the truth is finally here in front of him. "Emilio, you shouldn't welcome a stranger into the house," his father warned. "I'm his mother. I'm not a stranger, right Mimi?" She smiled at him. Milo stared at her with a blank face. Milo isn't even looking shocked or something. He just looks amazed. I wonder how he's feeling right now. "What do you mean by mother? I don't have a mother," Milo spoke. The lady's face fell. "What do you mean by you don't have a mother?" She looks angry right now. "It's me, mommy," she chimed. Milo stepped back a little. She looked at the girls and smiled. "My girls," she stepped closer but the girls stepped back in fear. "Dad, I'm scared," Alessia said. Angela held them and, that's when Geneva glared at her. "I said, I'm their mother," she gritted out."I said, I don't fucking have a mother," he repeated. I don't understand why Milo is saying this while his mother is right in front of him. "My
FOUR DAYS LATER After the burial of Bianca's mom, Antonella. It's like a wave of depression fell upon Bianca. She never left her room. Food would always be left for her at her front door. She hasn't come out of the room. Mr Rossi was worried about her. Milo had to keep going to school, but he was worried about her. He knew he had to be with her in these hard times. Bianca wouldn't let him in. Milo's Dad had to promise his son that he would find a way to get her out of the room. Milo had to trust his old man. He took the girl to school. She cut everyone off. Her friends, her classmates, who heard about everything, her teachers. They knew she couldn't answer all those condolences. She would break down. The thing that is bothering her is that she knew it wasn't an accident. She knew it was a set-up. The way her mom spoke to her the other day was like she was saying goodbye in case she didn't make it back. That means someone lured her out of the house just to kill her. Why didn
BIANCA I saw Milo entering his father's office earlier. I wonder what they are talking about. It's been hours, and none of them had come out of the office. I was in my room wondering if he was telling him everything. I walked towards the balcony. I looked to my left when I felt someone standing there. It was Milo. I faced him. I shouldn't do that. I faced back.I gulped. Should I say something? Why is he smoking again? "Can we go to the rooftop?" I asked. He walked into his room, and so did I. I waited for some minutes before I exited the room. I headed straight to the rooftop. I don't know if he's there. The way he walked in was like he had no time for me. I headed up the ladder. I sighed when I saw him still smoking there. I sat next to him. I stared at the stars. He passed me a cigar, and I gladly collected it. I placed it in between my lips, and he helped me to light it up. I dragged in the smoke and puffed it out. "Did he tell you?" I uttered. He sighed. "No. He said he'd t
AUSTINI don't wanna let go, I still miss him so much. He kept stroking my hair. "What brings you here today?" He asked. I pulled away and looked up at him. "Milo," I replied. "He said you were sick. I feel so good right now. He smiled right at me. "So, you were worried about me, kitten?" He asked. I looked away instantly. He followed my movement. He harshly grabbed my face. My eyes shoot up in an instant. "Where you worried?" He asked again in a husky tone. I nodded my head. "Say it," he said. I gulped. "Yes, I was worried about you," I replied. He sighed and ruffled my hair. "I'm sorry about the last time," he said all of a sudden. I was shocked that he could apologize to me."I was never mad at you. You were high that night, I know, the next day...I was just disappointed," I told him. "I deleted the video. I was never gonna post it. I didn't mean what I said. Sorry for threatening you," he said. I hugged him again. He ruffled my hair. My face was on his chest. I kissed h
LAYLAI walked up to Damien, who stood close to the mirror in his room. I slowly walked over. "I'll... " suddenly grabbing his attention. He turned around and stared at me. "I'll be going now," I said. He nodded his head at me. I sighed. "You can go. I don't think I can trust you anymore." He said. He was all dressed up for school. I managed to try to go to his father's office, but it was locked. Now, I may never walk back into this house. "Why are you chasing me, Damien?" I asked cause I was so confused as to why.He walked up to me and sighed. "I'm not chasing you away, Layla," he called me by my name. Not baby anymore? "I'm not comfortable with your behaviour recently. Your father broke my car mirror. I don't know why he looked so familiar. It's awkward." Shit, I think he almost recognized my Dad."I'm so sorry, Damien. I held his hand. "Can you give me another chance?" I asked. I can't lose this mission. He looked at me for some minutes. He's in love. "I'll think about it