Serena “Can I hold her?” Vince used all of his strength to sit up straight. A few days had passed, and surprisingly enough, he was making quick progress. That was the reason why I had decided to let him meet Siena officially. I placed Siena in his arms and watched as Siena snuggled against him. “I
“Yes, I know.” Vince shrugged. A slight smirk appeared on his lips. “I’m rooting for you, always have.” “Is that so?” “Yes,” Vince spoke. “And I know he’s done some stupid stuff, but I’ve never seen him this happy before—and he really does love you.” “Does he really?” I asked doubtfully. Vince hu
“I need you to find a way to set up a meeting with Berto,” Christian spoke to my surprise. Marc seemed just as confused as I was and was probably waiting for Christian to tell him it was all a joke—but it wasn’t. “Christian…” Marc began. “I know you want to spend some time with Vince, but we can’t
I mimicked Christian’s words and threw my hands over his shoulders. “Do you see what I have to deal with?” Christian looked at Marc. “It’s like I have to take care of two babies.” Soon to be three. Even though he said it in a joking matter, I couldn’t help but think there might’ve been some truth
“I knew this was a bad plan,” I whispered to myself while trying not to faint in the changing room. After my crazy idea, I decided to just go for it and called Luca’s number—not expecting him to answer, but he did. I told him I wanted to meet up with him and managed to manipulate Emilio and Beau—i
Breathe in, breathe out. “How do I know you’re not the one lying?” I turned the question. “I know how much you want the family business—“ Luca cackled. “As long as I get to see Christian miserable, I couldn’t give two shits about that business!” He was pathetic. That was the only word left to des
A week had passed, and to be honest—our arrangement wasn’t working. Somehow I always found myself home during the day and occasionally went back to my parents for the night. I knew I didn’t have much time left with Christian, so I grew attached to him more than ever. It was like I was desperate to
“It’s okay. Your dad is right.” I spoke. “I don’t mind.” “You see?” Lucio grabbed my hand and connected it with Christian’s. “Son—“ “If you’re going to give me another speech about how I should run the family business, you should drop it.” Christian interrupted his dad. Lucio shook his head. “No