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6. JUST ONE LITTLE LIE
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HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 8. TERMS & CONDITIONS
CHAPTER EIGHTTERMS & CONDITIONSI’m not much of a drinker. Honestly, I’d rather be in my home gym, pounding the hell out of the punching bag whenever the weight of life starts pressing down. That kind of physical release; that’s my therapy. But tonight? Tonight, I’m three glasses of wine deep, and the buzz is creeping in just as fast as the cold, harsh truth of my reality. It’s setting in with every sip, like a tide I can’t hold back.This is my life now. What a fucking joke!For the past hour, ever since my mother-in-law walked out of my front door and left me sitting in silence, I’ve been trying to deny it all. I even called my lawyer, desperate to find a crack in the prenup. A loophole, a technicality, anything that could help me crawl out of this mess with my dignity and wallet intact.No such luck.According to her, there’s only one way out of this marriage without handing over a cent: make him file for the divorce. If he does that, I walk away with a jaw-dropping fifty million
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 7. FLOWERS & BANDS
CHAPTER SEVENFLOWERS & BANDSI’m angry. No cross that. I’m fucking pissed off. The sound of my heels coming into loud, rhythmic contact with the polished floor, is barely registering in my mind. My thoughts are only concentrated on that one door at the end of the floor and in my hand is a huge bouquet of roses.“How are you Mrs.-““Not now Terry,” I walk past his secretary, badging into his office without word. He looks up from his laptop, recognition flooding his gaze when I slapped the roses on top of his desk.“What the fuck is wrong with you? Sending flowers to my work place and hiring some band to sing me a love song?” I’m livid and rightfully so.“I thought you’d like it,” he answers, leaning back on his seat, his chest appearing broader. There was a time I would have found that sexy. But not anymore.“You thought I’d like it? Even after all these years, you still don’t know me,” I shake my head, “Making me the center of attention at my work place won’t get you forgiveness from
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 6. JUST ONE LITTLE LIE
CHAPTER SIXJUST ONE LITTLE LIEJust how long can you pretend before you cave in and every emotion is displayed for everybody to see? Well, I wouldn’t know the answer to that. I can’t tell whether I’ve been putting a front for too long that I’ve gotten accustomed to acting like I’m living my best life even when I’m at a point of losing my shit. Take this exact moment for example. I’m smiling ear to ear, pretending to blush every time Mark compliments me. He is going an extra mile today. He probably read every single seduction book in his bookshelf.“I keep telling them I want grandkids but they just never listen to me,” Mrs. Washington says.Kids. Fuck1 I’d wanted that. But with my Mark. Not this man sitting beside me, acting like the most loyal human being you’ll ever meet. Now, I was not sure anymore. Heck. I had no fucking idea what exactly I wanted anymore.“They are just kids Barbara. Give them a rest,” Mr. Washington, usually the very quiet, stoic man he is, chimes in, focusing
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 5.DINNER WITH THE FOLKS
Chapter 5CHAPTER FIVE: DINNER WITH THE FOLKSI’m staring at the out of the kitchen window, armed with a cup of milk coffee but barely aware of my surroundings. Its been almost two weeks since I moved to the guest bedroom for my own peace of mind as I tried to comprehend everything. It all still felt surreal. I haven’t talked to anyone and neither have I been able to go to work. In my state, I’m pretty fragile to be operating on patients. Thankfully, my boss is the understanding kind. Everyday, there is nothing I’ve always looked forward to than waking up in the morning and heading to work. Until now. It almost feels like all the life has been sucked out of my very soul.“Hey,” Mark’s voice fills the kitchen. I feel the pain return. That intensified burning ache in my chest. The one I can’t shake off no matter how much I try. The kind of pain is too hard to even tell your best friend about. Mainly, because I’m still in denial. How can I accept that the man I’ve been in love with forev
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 4. TRUTH BOMB
CHAPTER FOUR: TRUTH BOMBHere I am again, bombarded by a sea of flashing cameras as I strike poses on the red carpet, Mark’s arm wrapped protectively around my waist. The clicks and flashes are relentless, each photographer vying for the perfect shot. We’re at the premiere of a movie Mark had financed, part of his recent venture into the film industry. He’s been dipping his toes into various business areas lately, and this latest project seems to have all the makings of a success. Inside the theater, I find myself sandwiched between Mark on my left and Evelyn on my right, her fiancé Ron seated beside her. I’ve only met Ron once before during a company dinner. He seemed more on the quiet, soft-spoken side. I think Evelyn mentioned he works as a sports reporter for the national TV network. He seemed nice, very opposite Evelyn’s sharp, commanding presence. The lights dim, and the movie begins. From the opening scene, it’s clear this is no ordinary production. The visuals are stunning,
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 3. A LONELY NIGHT
CHAPTER THREE: A LONELY NIGHTDo you know what sucks more than your husband getting a PR crisis on your anniversary night? It’s knowing your best friend is miles away on a different continent, and asleep. I glance at the clock on my phone. It’s nearly four in the morning wherever she is, and I know she’ll be waking up soon for work. It would be rude to call her now, even though I’m desperate to hear her voice, to have someone to vent to, someone who gets it. I miss her so much.So, here I am, sitting on the terrace, staring out at the beach. The soft crash of the waves and the salty breeze do little to soothe the restlessness bubbling in my chest. A half-empty bottle of wine sits next to me, and I lazily twirl the glass in my hand, watching the liquid catch the light from the string of fairy lights overhead. Inside, the ball is still in full swing. The sound of distant laughter and clinking glasses filters out through the open doors. For a second, I stare at the entrance hoping that
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