Ivan “You look pale,” Cristiano commented, reaching for my hand. I scoffed, hitting his hand and resting my head on the window. He let out a deep breath, before asking. “What did he do to you, Tesoro?” He seemed genuinely curious about my relationship with my grandfather and why I appeared to be scared of him. “Don’t you always know everything?” I asked sarcastically, a bitter smile etched on my lips as the memories of years back flooded into my head. There was a reason why my dad sent him to another border and was only allowed to visit. The year I’d officially become a Hernandez was one of the most memorable moments of my life and not in a good way. My grandpa would use knives, forks, or any other sharp object he could lay his hands on. He said it wasn’t hatred, but love. But how do you emotionally and physically abuse a person all in the name of love? I didn’t know why he hated me when he was an illegitimate son, but I did know he was on Mia’s side. As to why he didn’t break the
Cristiano “Wear a pretty smile,” I said, snaking my hand on his waist. Ivan shot me a glare, forcing a smile on his lips. “Happy now?” He said through gritted teeth, yanking my arms off. I nodded, interlocking our fingers as I led him into their family building. He tried to pull his hands from my grip as we neared the voices but I held him tight. “Cristiano...” He protested, scowling as he looked at the thin barrier between the passageway and the living room. Months of pursuing him and he thought I didn’t dig into his family tree. “Not now, little brat.” I scolded, tugging his hand and dragging him into the main house. In contrast to what he believed, I wasn’t forcing him here because I enjoyed having him fumble in front of a man who berated him continuously. I was trying to make it clear to them that he wasn’t to be messed with anymore. I won’t allow someone who wasn’t me fuck with my lover for any goddamn reason. Family or not, I will get rid of them if need arises. The voices
Ivan “Come home right now.” My dad’s loud voice echoed into my ear the second I picked up the call. I pulled my ear away from the phone, glaring at the screen with annoyance. I shouldn’t have answered the phone without checking the caller. My ears wouldn’t have been on fire if I had paid more attention to the ID flashing on the screen. But then, I hadn’t expected him to call me back so fast. I must have overestimated his willpower to stand on his ground. “Why?” I asked groggily, wiping the sleep off my eyes. I didn’t feel like stepping out after a rough night of getting fucked to oblivion.“Because your grandfather wants to see you.” He growled in response and with that, the line went dead. I blinked for seconds, trying to process what he meant by his words. My grandfather? Why the fuck would he want to see me if he hated my existence for years? I couldn’t call it hate, but I did hate him to my bones for every shitty thing he had said to me in the past. To him, I was merely a bastar
CarlosAnger was something I wasn’t accustomed to, but seeing Ivan run back to that bastard made my blood boil in rage. He chose Cristiano over everything. Over everyone. Never thought he could love that deeply and stupidly too. “Why can’t he fucking see that he’s not good for him?” I grumbled bitterly, clenching my jaw as I slumped back to the chair. I ignored the voices in the background, my eyes burning through the shut door.That asshole ruined everything I worked for. Wasn’t my love enough for Ivan? I’ve saved his ass countless times and where did it get me? He still prefers getting treated like trash rather than feeling actual love. I hate how right Cristiano was. I hate that bastard. All I needed was an opportunity to blow his brains and I won’t hesitate to take it. I want him gone forever, but how do I get him out of my way without hurting Ivan in the process? I wasn’t that much of a monster, but as they say, love makes us stronger and stupid as well. I could do anything to g
Cristiano“A day has gone by and Ivan’s yet to come home, Luca.” I said with a tight smile, puffing smoke from my lungs.“Maybe if you apologized to him sincerely instead of being an asshole, he would have been here with you now, right?” He asked with a sarcastic tone, breathing out tiredly. “Maybe….” I drawled off with a sly smile, dragging the smoke into my lungs. “Maybe not.” I breathed out, my eyes hardening on his face. “Either way, my patience is wearing out. If he isn’t home by today, I’m going to drag him back here tomorrow.” I announced with a stern voice. Luca laughed, shaking his head as he stared at me. “But this isn’t his home, Riz.” He countered with a sly smile. “He’s an adult and can choose to live wherever he wants. Stop trying to control his life.” He added, clicking his tongue. I shot him a cold stare, drooping the cigarette on the ashtray. “Are you trying to piss me off, Luca?” I questioned grimly, clenching my jaw. “You don’t get to lecture me on how to treat
Ivan I didn’t know how long I stared into space as I thought of that Cristiano. Why was I thinking of going back to him after everything? He didn’t apologize to me yet I was ready to return to the toxic psychopath. He was lucky to have a brother who could convince anyone without saying much. He was the opposite of Cristiano, though they had slight similarities in character. I jerked from my trance when I heard a throaty cough echo in the room. I blinked my eyes, looking around before my gaze landed on my dad whose eyes were on me. I grinned in joy, holding his hand. “You’re awake, Dad.” I trailed off in a soft voice, helping sit up. He hummed in response, a tight smile stretched on his lips. I nibbled on my lower lip, averting his gaze. The excitement made me forget why he was in the hospital in the first place. “I’m sorry, Dad,” I mumbled, biting my lower lips till I drew blood. “I shouldn’t have done that,” I added, raising my head.“Then why did you do it?” He shot back, his vo