Heavy breathes escapes Noello's mouth, he can't risk the chance of moving or else that is the end, his hands goes limp, his neck stiffens, the only movements happening in his body are his eyelashes who keep batting against each other trying to hold back the tears that keeps dropping from his eyes. Unfortunately his necklace dropped in the car trunk, no one might find him now. "P-papa," Noello mutters, his tears roll down his cheeks, he is so confused about everything, who is really after them and why? He knows deep inside that no matter what happens Tito would find him even in this unlikely situation where life and death for him are just on a thin edge. A smile of sadness lingers on his lips, he thinks about his mother and his twin, Noelle along with naughty baby sister, Lilian who delights in troubling him but he loves when she troubles him, makes him to childish and crazy things like hiding her stuff, pulling each other's hair, he will miss those things if he ends up dying, he wi
Selene smokes and stares at Noello who has little bruises on his face and body, he had passed out due to the impact of the blast but it was the man who saved him that died, his corpse looks unrecognisable. "Good job guys," Selene compliments sarcastically, she puffs smoke out of her mouth and nostrils. The men aren't in the mood of smiling, they just lost one of their own, their leader, he brought them out of the streets, fed them and gave them hope, that there is really light at the end of the tunnel, he showed them the way and has even sacrificed his life for them, he was such a good leader. Selene frowns at their silence, none of them even cared to respond or say a 'thank you' she hardly compliments her boys but now that she has done it, these fools have refused to acknowledge it, her eyes darken and she points her gun at one of the men and shoots his shoulder. "Aah!!!" He groans loudly, his friends try to hold him from falling but her gun pointing at them and they stops their
Fiorella turns to Sergio and his fierce gaze relaxes, she smiles at him and leaves the father and son. She takes Sergio by the hand and they move away from there. "Thank you for everything Sergio, this wouldn't have happened without your help, you are such a good friend," She smiles and pats the back of his hand. Sergio smiles but it doesn't go beyond his lips, deep inside he is displeased that she calls him her friend whereas he wants to be more than that to her. he wants to be the one and only man in her life and heart but what can he do? Fiorella seems to have made her decision. "I will always be here for you and always know that I love you a lot... " Sergio pauses, making Fiorella uneasy. "As a friend," Sergio completes his statement even though that is far from the truth. "I will never forget you Sergio, for all the help that you have rendered to me, for always being there for me and cheering me up when I was sad and depressed, you have been a friend in need and I really fro
Tito comes the next day, dressed casually, he told his father who practically called him a fool for accepting such an offer but he doesn't care as far as he could earn her forgiveness, that is what matters to him the most, not his ego. "Good morning, Signora," Tito greets, Signora Ginvera ignores his pleasantries. "Your first job is to clean the toilets in the mansion," Signora Ginvera orders and the smile on Tito's face wipes off. He hardly changed diapers and now he is going to wash the toilets, he never expected this. "Alright, Signora..." Tito forces a smile on his lips. "Run along, get to work," Signora Ginvera snaps her fingers and Tito rushes up the stairs, he has reached the peak when her voice stops her. "Clean the toilets of the maids first," Tito turns to her in disbelief and almost glares at her but he nods obediently and runs downstairs. Signora Ginvera smirks. "this is going to be fun," ___Tito washes the toilets but the kids' rooms were the worse, he feels so
Looking out the glass window, sitting on the bed with my phone to my ears, talking to my very best childhood sweetheart, Dante. I felt my heart melt with ease."Dante, so you missed your first flight?" I murmured, feeling a bit disappointed about my plan."Yeah, Fiorella, not to worry because I've already booked a ticket for the next flight. I'll be there tonight. Ok? Just wait for me," I nodded and hung up.My dear Dante, how much I've missed you. I felt my heartbeat dance to my happy beat. There is no one except Laura that will believe that I am still a virgin after six years of relationship with Dante. I am just so excited about giving it all up to him Tonight in this same suite, at this same bed he Normally sleeps in the hotel. Today I'll finally have the courage to give myself to him as a welcome-back gift.I smiled, looking at my glowing skin in the mirror with the toning of my pink nightgown that exposes my body, reaching to my thighs.My eye diverted to the wine bottle at the
"Mamma?" I called with a sad face, looking at my mom, who I had just gained her attention from working on dying clothes she sells."Fiore," She called with wide eyes. "Didn't you went to pick Dante? Why didn't you come back home last night?" She furrows her eyes at me"No matter the issue you had, I've told you before, despite you being engaged, you're still a girl you need to respect and adore yourself,""Mamma, nothing happened between Dante and me," I manage to voice out."Good. You know that the Mancini family is powerful. We can't be compared to them. We should not do anything that will let them look down on us," She stared beautifully at me."Mamma?" I called, looking away from her eyes."Yes, Mia Cara," She responded."Do I have to get married to Dante?"With wide, shocked eyes, she looks at me. "Don't you like him a lot? Don't you love him anymore? When you were both little, you used to follow him around," She explained."But, Mamma, I...I just rounded up my Ph.D. degree. I wa
One Month laterFiorella's pov"My lady, are you okay with this dress? It seems so tight!" The lady that was dressing me up noticed."It's tight," I manage to breathe out."How can that be? I had this dress made for you." Dante sneered.I probed my mouth like a child. "Can it be that I've gained so much weight? Over the past months?" Dante giggles."Fiore, I'll be playing basketball with my friends from New York; one of them is Italian but grew up in New York. Let's go together,""Yes, Dante. But who are these companions?" I asked, looking puzzled at Dante because he has never mentioned anything about any friend from American that is also an Italian. "He was my senior back in New York. He's a legendary business mentor. I didn't tell him the exact time, though, but I decided to take you here early. This is my father's basketball courtroom," Dante smiled."You should have allowed me to stay home a bit more; I'm so tired and hungry too," I pout my lips."You're hungry?" he looks shock
SIX YEARS LATER"What?" Laura Tosseli yelled in shock as she slowly dropped her glass of wine. She looks deeply into Fiorella's eyes. With her brown hair in a ponytail and her clean navy blue guarded suit, she looks across the table at her best friend. "Twin baby? A boy and a girl? How the fuck did it happen?"Laura Tosseli continues. "Is that true? So you just broke up with Dante like this? And live for six years. Just you and the two babies?" She looks disturbed.Fiorella Evette looks sad at her lasagna noodles. "Yes, it's incredible to think of it." She smiles, "I've survived six years. Such a long time,"Laura looks at her best friend in pity. "You will never know. It's like yesterday when my brother and I grew up together..." She sniffs. "Who would know that you're now a mother? All still curves up, your slim wide hips,"Fiorella giggles at Laura. "Common, Aura, I have no choice. I have two children to raise, and all are scheduled up. I am doing three works right now." She sniffs