LOGINAlaric’s jaw tightened and for a moment he let her stay in his arms, tears soaking through his shirt as her shoulders wracked with sobs. His chest seized from how she pressed the whole of her into him and bawled out her eyes. He was conflicted and caught between falling for her Manipulative games like a fool again. He’d failed Nina while she was alive and he wasn't going to let a repetition of that occur months after she was gone. He brought his hands to her arms and pulled her off more gently this time, her nose dripping, face extremely red and hurt and eyes already sunken inside. His chest caught with that familiar feeling he’d discarded for her once he watched how ruthlessly she’d killed Nina and here she was, the same woman, a sudden pull of sympathy and something he wouldn't name tugging him like a lost cause towards her. He let go of her immediately, turning away with a hand raking into his hair. “Your pregnancy hormones must make you feel so many emotions you wo
Vivienne backed away from the pool, eyes wide with terror. Her knees scratched the ground as she dragged herself in a sluggish attempt to flee the scene. Once she found a thing to hold on to, she gripped it for support and yanked herself up to her feet. She’d screamed so loud that she was certain the maids had heard; Teresa would be running in soon. What was she to say? She didn't mean to hurt Emilia. It was just an act of defense. That crazy woman was going to kill her and if she hadn't acted quickly, that would have been her floating atop the water surface—Dead. “I didn't kill her” she whispered lowly, face twisted into frenzy.‘Get away from here Vivienne’ A subconscious thought hit and almost immediately her legs whirled around to flee. She could pretend that she was never here and that nothing had happened. If Alejandro found out he’d definitely question why Emilia tried to drown her. Staying here and getting caught would be self-sabotaging and coming clean that Emilia ran ma
Vivienne sat at the edge of the pool in Alessandro’s estate, legs flapping in cold water as the evening wind raked through her hair. She sipped her cocktail, dark shades perched lazily on the bridge of her nose—oblivious of the approaching storm.Occasionally, she glanced down at her belly, hands rubbing the barely visible circle forming beneath her abdomen. Then she let out a dissatisfied grunt. This wouldn't do and no matter how much she was trying to accept her fate and love this baby, it wasn't just working.Nothing was working. Alessandro lost his place for tying his apron string to Louisa. She was now a laughing stock and a topic of gossip on the lips of people. And Alessandro? The jerk had gone mute, slaving away for that low-class woman in the hospital while she was here trying to adjust to the pregnancy hormones of a child she doesn't even want.Alejandro? He claimed not to care anymore. As long as Alaric had taken his place, but the same old man would grunt under his breat
At Alaric’s Villa, he stared at his sleeping son one last time before shutting the door softly behind him. The nanny dipped her head lowly in a slight bow before disappearing down the stairs. He moved into his study, hands reaching for the phone in his pocket. The minute he turned on the device, his inbox opened with photos of Louisa leaving the hospital with Alessandro. Most of the images were of her in his arms, face lit up. He stopped glaring and tossed the phone aside with a muted grunt. She wouldn't stay away forever. She’d definitely come around for Nico, she always does.His other phone beeped and picking it from where it had been lying unattended was a text from one of his enforcers—Nina’s father had just arrived. A satisfied smirk lit up his face as he typed in a few words of reply before throwing the phone aside onto the desk. Then a soft knock came on the door, and he spun around slightly as the doorknob jerked and slid open. Through the narrow crack, the nanny poked her
“There are rumors that the Don fell off, all for a woman”Eric said as soon as Alessandro sat in the leather seat adjacent.“Let them talk. They aren't wrong” He drawled lazily. “I care about the empire I've built but she’s of more importance to me and soon they’ll see that I can love a woman—my woman, and still have my head in the game” “Words have gotten out. A war is best won when there’s nothing to lose, she might ruin everything!” Eric rebuked, his tone harsh. Alessandro’s jaw went hard. He looked up from the file to Eric and held his gaze. For a moment only thick whirls of smoke and unspoken tension passed between them.“She ruins nothing, watch the way you speak about her,” He said through his teeth, fist curling.“No time for sentiments Don. The earlier you keep her away from garnering more attention, the better” he puffed a gust of cigar smoke through his nostrils.“They’d use her against you…”“They wouldn't dare!” Alessandro cut in sharply, throat tightening with withheld
Nights blurred into days, and three weeks dragged by in the sterile ward room. Louisa’s injury healed enough for her to walk without wincing. The past weeks had been a roller coaster of emotions both maternally, mentally, and in her dynamic with Alessandro. Only Bianca visited, any other persons were restricted. She’d been stuck with him taking immense care of her, and they’d only grown closer with her heart still lingering on his confession and her response still hanging on her lips—very much unsaid.She stepped out onto the hospital garage, the atmosphere calm and quiet with just a few of Alessandro’s men lurking around.Alessandro stood by a black Mercedes in just plain casuals, and dark shades. She drew closer in her silk thigh-high shirt dress, squirming and excitedly hopped into his body. He caught her with strong arms, one arm curling around her mid-riff and the other grabbing her hip to keep her steady. A laugh had escaped him when she kissed his face causing her heart to st
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