Lena's Point Of View(My Gwen is missing)I just wanted to be done with everything here. After the italian class, I went back to my room but I still had a few more things to do because I was called by Mr Roma.I met Mr Roma in the garden, he was on a call as I walked in and there were a few heels which were lined up as I walked in.What did he want to do with these heels?"Good you are here, take off your shoe and out the pink shoe on."He said."Why do you want me to wear that? I am already wearing a shoe, this suits well." "How many times have I told you not to question me?"He dropped his phone on the side table and gave me a very hard glare, I gulped hard."Why? The heel is too high and I am going to fall." I argued even if I knew that he hated when I argued or questioned him. "Take the shoes and put them on!"He didn't have to tell me for me to know that he was angry. His voice hitched and carried a lot of anger.I nodded and sat on the chair which was right next to him then pic
Lena’s Point Of View(Bipolar??)“You know, my Gwen used to love being in the garden, she loved to take care of the plants, she loved to water them and I watched her do it all the time. Would I say it was one thing that always made me happy because I was happy to see my Gwen happy.” I could hear the emptiness in his voice. He touched the plant and kept walking further into the garden.“Was she kidnapped? Or did she leave?” I asked “I am still looking for my wife, she went missing, when we were on a vacation and I couldn’t find her one day.” I was surprised that he was explaining further, he was actually talking to me about his wife. He had told me not to bother him or talk to him about private matters.“I am about to lose everything that my father had worked over the years for. I will lose my father’s wealth and all that my wife had worked for before getting married to me and even if I could not find my wife, I cannot allow myself to lose any of that.” “My wife was disowned by her
(2 weeks Later) Lena’s Point Of View“Chi è questo?” (Who is this man?)Dante asked in Italian and I was fast to understand him and give him an answer to his question, it was a question answer section with him and as much as I hated this, I loved that I was getting better in everything.“Signor Manuel, il suo padrino” (Mr Manuel, your godfather) I watched him smirk softly and I knew that he was about to make things hard for me, I had answered a lot of his questions perfectly and he wanted to make sure that I was as good, he would intensify the questions if that would help.“Torna alla porta, entra e saluta tutti i membri del consiglio.” (Go back to the door, walk in and greet all the board members) as he said this I felt my spirit leave my body, this was the hardest part of it all, I could barely master all my vocabulary and at times I felt that I was saying the things the wrong wayI gulped hard then walked to the door of the room, I held my head high, raised my shoulders, and wal
Dante’s Point Of View(I hurt her)I had hurt her, she was bleeding profusely and I could tell that she was in a lot of pain. Why did she have to get me angry, why did she have to provoke me? I rushed to her and although I didn’t want to touch her because I knew that we had signed a no physical touch contract. I just had to, IPicked Lena up and took her to her room, since she fell roughly on the broken vase because of her shoe, there was a big glass that pierced through her skin.Iren saw me carry her in and helped me with her, Lena bit her lips to avoid more tears from coming, she cried silently like she always used to do.I couldn’t watch what was happening so I let Irene take care of the wound and when she was sure that Lena was fast asleep she came out of Lena’s room and I went in to be with her. As she had told me, Lena was fast asleep, I walked in the room and saw the petite figure of my fake wife sleeping on the bed.I was hard on her, I knew it but that was because I thought
Lena's Point Of View (A good day)It was the next day already and my arm was heavily wounded, It still stung and ached every now and then but it was much better than before. I and Dante had not done any practicing that day so it was basically almost like a day off. I had been in bed for most of the day and I fell asleep a few times. The maid would come in every few hours to check on me and then, she stopped coming. I was stronger. She didn't need to pop in anymore.Finally, I had enough and decide to do something else. Maybe some reading would be a good idea. I gingerly got up from my bed and headed downstairs to the study. There was bound to be some good books in there after all I was allowed in the study and a few other rooms I’m the house.I walked into the study to pick a book and saw Dante going over some files. I tried to walk away unnoticed but he had already seen me. I never thought that I would want to be invisible so badly."Lena," he called me gently but sternly and I t
A good WomanDante's Point Of View I lay Lena on the bed and watched her. She smiled and stirred gently in her sleep. I watched her and all I could do was think abourt her. I tried not to but she filled every inch of my mind.She was strong and determined. I knew that I had treated her wrongly and cruely but she continued to stay with me all because she wanted to save her father. She was a good woman. She stood through all my maltreatment and toxicity just too keep him safe and alive. Three weeks was a long time but she had pulled throught it. Most people would have left within the first two days. She was sweet and hardworking and was always trying to give it her very best at every lesson. She made mistakes, annoying ones but she never let them stop her.Sometimes she said a word in Italian wrongly or forgot to hold eher head up high when she walked. Sometiemes she ae crudely and forgot the table maners but all in all she gave it her very best. She truly was a god woman nd it was po
MLena's Point Of View(Hold me tight)It was new day and the birds were chirping madly in the trees. I found myself in bed and I honestly didn't know how it happened. Did Dante carry me from the theatre room? I can't believe that I fell asleep during a movie that I had chosen and asked him to watch with me.The door open gently and Irene came in."Good moring Miss Lena. The master has asked me to tell you to get ready that you will be having an additional class to your Italian and Latin one. How do your bruises feel by the way?"I moved my hand and a bit and tested the arm."It feels better.""Good. Well, get ready. Do you need any assistance having a shower?""No. I think I can manage."Irene nodded and left the room and I exhaled deeply. What other class could I possibly be having? Well I wasn't going to find out if I stayed in my room.I headed to the bathroom and had a quick shower. It was slightly difficult because of my bruises but I was able to manage.I got out of the bathroom
Lena’s Point Of View(A weird Italian class)A new day rolled in and I was very excited for my classes that day. I had my Italian class with Vincente and then I would meet Dante after for heels and dance class. I remembered the way he held me that day when we danced. His grip was confident and firm and the mere thought sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. I stopped thinking. What the actual fuckI almost didn't want to get up from my bed. I spent the entire night dreaming about the experience. How I tripped and he caught and held me so close and I fantasized about kissing his lips. I had a steamy night indeed. Why the hell was all this suddenly popping in my head?I had a quick shower and took extra time in choosing what I would wear. One dressing mishap and I could forget about dancing with him at all.I headed downstairs and went to the already set dinning table. And for the first time, Dante wasn’t in the dinning room before me. I sat at my seat and thought to wait for him."Don