“You told Marc what? Did I not tell you to keep her identity to yourself!” Lucio yelled out and stepped from his desk to face his son.“I told Marc the truth about Serena, about everything— I am sick and tired of hearing that I don’t care about this family,” Christian said.It was all he had heard f
“And how would you know that? Your mom’s puppet and I don’t plan on being one, especially to someone who will be leaving in a few months.” Christian told his dad. "And the relationship is fake— in case you hadn't noticed."“Very well then,” Lucio spoke embarrassed and scratched the back of his neck.
Should I knock, or should I not knock.That was the only thing going through my mind as I paced back and forth through the hallway. Christian’s office was right in front of me and I had seen him go in there, but I remembered Emmanuella's words and her clearly telling me to not bother him when he’s b
Christian stood up from his chair and looked at my tears, unsure whether to comfort me or not. Usually, I would look away embarrassed but I did not care, I wanted him to see how I felt— and it worked because I could see somewhere of regret in his eyes.“Marc told me I put you in an uncomfortable pos
“I'm scared and I don’t want the baby to grow up like I did or like you did...without any family support, so I want to do things right and remain peaceful with both of you, but please understand that this is also new for me.”“And I’m sorry if I’ve ever done something to make you feel like you or t
“Good morning.” Christian smiled and sat down on the opposite side of me. The look on his face scared me— but what had scared me even more, was the fact that he was still at home.“H-hi?” I greeted back. Emmanuella put down a plate in front of him and smiled at both of us. “Going to work late?” She
Maybe if I apologized everything would go back to normal.“I have to go now, but I’ll be back in the evening, to keep my promise.” Christian got up from the chair and gave me a final nod before leaving.“I’m glad you guys are okay.” Emmanuella who was finished cleaning said. We were okay. That was a
“About Christian?” Vincenzo frowned his eyebrows. I felt bad because it seemed as if he had expected me to ask something else, but he was the only one who could give me answers at the moment. “What about him?”“Is he ignoring you because you threw a drink on Francesca?” He asked while my eyes went b