LOGINGiovanni didn't know what to say either, why did she feel the need to apologize to her? Truly she wasn't anything to him. She smiled, more beautifully and fuller than it was before. "It's fine. I'm glad you told me though, it was really sweet."Giovanni smiled. "Thanks, you're a really chill person if I'm to be honest." "I know." She said with a smile. "But it doesn't mean you're off the hook. You have to make it up to me." She said to him. Giovanni didn't argue. He didn't feel the need to. "Okay, what do I have to do to make it up to you?" "Take me to the best club tomorrow night. The best you can think of." There was a childish smile to her face as she spoke. A smile that seemed to infatuate Giovanni as he looked at her. He nodded his head. "Alright," he said, agreeing. "That's the easiest thing you could ask me to do. My brother is a shareholder of that said club. "There's no one you'd ask in this city to take you to the best club that would take you to another club. Even if
Giovanni let out a puff as a sigh drew from his lips. He rarely smoked, he didn't like it. But when there was too much on his mind, he fell back on it. It almost felt like he puffed out his stress with every single smoke. "She's a full time prostitute now." He said to himself, not believing it even though he had seen it with his own eyes. But what did she mean when she said kids? Who was that lady, truly? When exactly did all of that start? Did she really not have any family to fall back to or money to help her survive? Did she really have to resort to doing such things just for money? Or was she just doing it for the fun of it?But then again, did anyone ever do it for the fun of it? "Are you trying to look cool for me?" A feminine voice said, pulling Giovanni out of his thoughts. He turned around and his eyes sparked with surprise as he saw Ophelia Winthrop standing in front of him. "Ophelia!" He exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" She arched her brow at him. "It's a bar,
Cara tried to explain. "You don't understand, his main aim that day was to kill Alice, not me. He didn't want to hurt me--""And your daughter's death would not hurt you?" Gina cut her off asking. "I--" Cara understood what she had meant. She blinked. "It would be the greatest loss for... Me. It would ruin me so much that I'd want to kill myself." "Exactly, now ask yourself this; who would want me to hurt so bad I'd want to take my own life?" Gina stated. Cara's mind spiraled to her two suspects. Vicky and Chris. But she doubted Chris would have any connections to people outside of jail. Gina spoke, her voice calling her out of her thoughts. "When Mr Armani told me about you, I met with the police officers in charge of your case and gave them my contact information. "Just last night, they reached out to me and told me the man had been identified as a Chameleon."Cara's brows furrowed. "Wait, hold on, you got a report? I didn't get anything." "I'm aware. I reached out to Mr Arma
The message, the break in, the masked man, the hatred, everything, that night. She could never forget it. No matter how hard she kept trying to get it out of her memory, it stuck to her like glue and she couldn't shake it off. What did the sender mean when he said she thought she'd won? Was it really not Vicky? Could it actually be...Chris...?A snap of the finger brought her back to reality, to that particular room she was sitting in. Gina had snapped her finger to get her attention. Just one snap, like a release from a hypnosis or trance. "Exactly," she said. "So many questions spiraling with no visible end, like a black hole."Cara blinked her tears back, not wanting them to fall. "Why would someone who I have never met hate my little girl so much when she hadn't even been born?" "I know. It's terrible. But that's exactly why we need to help you here, so you can think deeper."Gina leaned back in her seat. "You're stuck on this question-- this one particular one, I don't know
Cara felt her heart beating heavily in her chest, she didn't like the feeling of being there. She was okay, she knew she was fine. But everyone had insisted on the same thing, she received therapy for her PTSD which she was very sure she knew she didn't have. "Mrs Armani," a lady's soft voice called out to her. "Please, I want you to relax here. This room, it's a safe space." She explained. Cara smiled at her. Forced and obviously fake. The lady smiled. She looked like she would be in her early thirties. Her hair was brunette except it had more blonde to it, making it look like a mix of blonde with brown highlights. She was putting on a soft baby blue sweater with a pair of black office pants and black red bottom high heels. She sat crossed legged opposite Cara with a checklist clipboard laying on her lap. Her nails glittered softly, a blue to match her sweater. There was barely any make up on her face, she was naturally beautiful. Her beautiful blue eyes were soft and accom
"Jessica..." Giovanni called her name softly. "Listen, you don't get to judge me okay?" She suddenly snapped. "Look, I don't know what kind of nonsense is going on in your head but we only had a one night stand. We're never meant to see each other again, that's how it freaking works! "Didn't anybody teach you about one night stands? Was it your first? What makes you think showing up at my front door is okay and reminding me about the night we fucked?!"She looked visibly exhausted by his presence. Giovanni could see it all in her responses and her eyes. But he couldn't help the feeling that she was in greater danger with the new people she was living with.He decided to address that later. "Listen," he said calmly. "I know what you think but I am not in love with you. Okay? It's just, after that day when I found out that you were married, I wanted to know why you did something like that with me and why you did it like it meant something special to you."She grunted and rubbed her
Jessica had made up her mind, she was more than ready to sleep with the handsome man that was standing right in front of her, opening the door to his hotel room. Thankfully, he would not be able to tell that she was a married woman due to the fact that she had hid her wedding ring.She was young a
As Jessica noticed that they were all walking towards her, she rose to her feet and tried to act as composed as ever. "So...?"Cara wanted to roll her eyes, knowing well that Jessica was acting like she was not worried of the situation. Romeo could discard her right away if he wanted to, Jessica ou
She stood there silent for a moment, letting herself take several calming breaths before finally finding the strength to walk back into the living room. Forcing a smile to her face, she sat back down on her seat, smoothening her dress and trying to hide her discomfort. "So," Tori was the first to
Tears trailed down Cara's face effortlessly. She had hoped for that day to come but she had also never imagined it coming. She nodded her head, trying to control her tears. "Yes..." She managed to voice out amidst the tears that washed down her red excitedly flushed cheeks. Romeo's lips curved int







