LOGINCara's brow shot up almost immediately as she heard those words leave her husband's lips. "What?" She asked, knowing well that she had heard him correctly but didn't believe she had heard him correctly. "What did you just say? Who's here?" She asked again. Romeo let out a soft sigh. "I can ask the security to turn her away if you don't want to see her, I know that it must be too hard for you at this moment--""No no," Cara said, cutting him off. "She came all the way, let's hear her out. But just be on stand by in case she tries anything stupid. Please. We still don't know who hired an assassin to hurt our child." "Of course." Romeo stepped forward towards her immediately and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm going to protect you with all that I have and I will never look away from you for one second." His voice was soft and tender. He reached up to her face, tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear, and cupped her cheeks. Cara felt so warm and a little bit calmer inside. Tha
Cara had spent the whole day being productive. She slept, woke up, ate, and slept. Very much productive to her. Romeo was meant to be on a business trip for one month, so he had that month to stay at home, work free, and do what he loved doing best. Taking care of his family. The night was still very much young, but Alice had already fallen asleep-- thanks to Romeo keeping her well fed and clean all day-- dinner had been made, and everything was in place. After dinner, she sat in the living room, head on her husband's shoulder, and snacked on some popcorn while enjoying the movie they were watching. "Is the movie good?" Romeo asked her. She nodded her head. "Yeah, I love it.""I don't understand it." He confessed. She raised her head to meet his gaze and a soft laugh escaped her mouth. "What?" "I don't." "How do you not understand it? You're Romeo Armani! You understand everything. You're a perfect human being." She asked, still laughing. "Oh that is a total lie, definitely
Jessica went to the bathroom alone, feeling sticky all over. Like she always did after playing lesbian with Rockie, she soaked up in the bathtub for thirty minutes. Rockie knew this ritual and never once tried to break it. She knew to give her the space she needed. A lot ran through Jessica's mind as she lay in the bathtub, only her head popping out. She was tired. It took her one visit from Giovanni for her to realize this. She didn't want to continue living the life she was living. Close to a year now, she had laid her body down for different men, even women! To do her as they wished just to get money to survive. But that was the problem. At first, it was for survival, but what was it for now? She was sure she had millions already breathing in her account. Big shots came into the quiet town to find a pretty lady to sleep with while spending millions. She's earned a lot. Why not go back to the city? She wasn't a wanted criminal. Sure people would talk, they would call her na
"Babe, could you pass me the socks under the pillow next to you?" "Babe?" Rockie called out again, apparently Jessica hadn't heard her the first time. Jessica blinked. "Huh?" She turned her head towards Rockie, staring at the woman's outstretched hand. "What..?" "Socks?" "Oh yeah! Socks... Uhm... Socks?" Jessica's brown eyes squinted softly. "What... Socks?" She asked, confusion written all over her face. "The ones right next to you?! Right under the pillow." Rockie was a little pissed. "Oh right!" Jessica immediately dug out the socks from underneath the pillow and handed it to her. "Here you go."Rockie stared at her with concern and slight anger. She accepted the socks and put them on her one year old's feet. Once she was done dressing the little girl, she left her to play with Jeremy, Jessica's son, then she went to join Jessica on the sofa. "Babe, what's going on with you?"Jessica stared confusedly at her. "What do you mean?" She shrugged her shoulders leisurely. "You've
Giovanni stood outside a luxurious hotel building, looking down at his diamond encrusted wrist watch with his other hand tucked into the pocket of his neatly pressed white pants. He adjusted the collar of his plain white shirt and put his hand into his other pocket. Thirty minutes now, he had been standing outside. He wanted to take out his phone and call her, but that would make him seem impatient. So he stood there, counting every second that went by. Finally, he saw the woman he had been waiting for strolling casually from the entrance like she had not kept a gentleman waiting for thirty whole minutes. "Hey." Ophelia said softly, yet somehow energetic. "Look at you looking all pristine and gentlemanly." Her warm smile made the stars look like they were trying to copy her. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He didn't know what kind of coincidence to call this. She was also putting on white. A mini dress with thin gold chain arms. It was plain white, basic, but
Cara rose to her feet and walked towards Andrew. She pulled him into a hug and patted his back softly. "How are you?! Oh my goodness! I'm so happy to see you, in fact you should spend the entire day with us." Andrew's brow arched. "You don't have to feel guilty and try to kiss up to me, I was just kidding.""I'm not trying to kiss up to you, you know I'd never do that." Cara said. "I genuinely want to spend time with you, I miss the times we used to hang out."He squinted his eyes softly. Then he held her by her waist. "Tell the truth, you're tired of Romeo and you've finally realized that you should have married me instead?" Cara gave a roll of her eyes. Maybe, for a moment, it was just a fleeting thought, he didn't need to be saved. Romeo rose to his feet and walked over towards them. "Hey, I know you were lonely but did you really have to find me all the way to my house? I'm married, I can't be with you. I don't love you." He said, placing his hand on Andrew's shoulder comfortin
“Did you hear? The hitman, your friend's ex boyfriend right? He's been sentenced to twenty years in prison.” Romeo said to Cara. He waited for a response but didn't get any. When he stared closely at her, he realised that she was there but her mind was elsewhere. He placed a hand on hers as he ca
As she had all of their attention in the grasp of her hand, she took out her phone and played a recording. Murmurs immediately filled the hall at what they heard. It was none other than Sarah Knowles, begging Jessica not to let her secret be known that Chris was not the son of his father and that
Micheal was silent for quite some time, the words played around in his mind and refused to stop. Meanwhile Jessica stood there, satisfied, watching all the emotions play out on his face. Just what she wanted to see. She hit him playfully on the arm, "what are you thinking about so seriously?" She
Cara stared at her phone, beyond confused. Who could ever do such a thing to her? Why would someone write something so disturbingly annoying about her? What even made her more disheartened more was that it all sounded so true. Whoever wrote it fixed the pieces where they were not built for but mad







