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Three years dragged by slowly and steadily, but each year and each moment of it was heaven on earth for Louisa waking up to the sight of the man she loved and had chosen. Their numerous storms of passion never died—it only burned worse. Every reassurance alongside watching their son grow and hit exciting milestones was all she knew she needed. Everything still felt like yesterday when it all began, even now as she sat in the doctor's office, hands pressed tight on her lap as she watched the woman settle into her seat behind the desk. She just needed confirmation that she hadn't seen wrong on the pregnancy test strip some hours ago in her bedroom. “You are sixteen weeks along, Mrs. De Luca. The baby’s gender will be confirmed during the scan.” Her heart slammed against her chest as she froze in her seat with heat pooling in her veins despite the air conditioner. That test strip was right after all, a single delay in taking her contraceptives had her knocked up. When she drove ba
Sicily. “Ouu, it's happening!” The giddy tone in Eve’s cheerful voice slithered into the room on the calm morning of the wedding. The soft chime of the cathedral bell echoed from a distance along with the ocean waves crashing over the bed of rocks from the floor-to-ceiling window. The atmosphere was blissful. Soft scents of perfumes, makeup products scattered on the vanity, dresses lined up on the bed, and assistants moving quietly in the room to add finishing touches to the bride’s look. Lilian walked in after Eve, in a pleated ankle-length rose chiffon dress, with Raniero cuddled up in her arms, his bright eyeballs scouring the environment in innocent oblivion, and his sharp babbles the minute his eyes turned towards his mama. “My baby” Louisa’s voice was a silent whisper, her whole countenance lighting up as she watched them walk in. She stood regal in a fitted Chantilly lace gown that hugged her body in all the right places. The sweetheart neckline sat perfectly on her chest
“We haven't had a formal conversation until now.” Tension hung lowly in the midst of both men, something palpable and heavy as they sat around a table with untouched wine glasses. “In the past, I had no reason to.” Louisa’s father spoke, face drawn tightly. “Now, it's only right to meet the man who’s been circling my daughter.”“‘Circling’ is a great classification for my love,” Alessandro voiced lowly, his tone as calm as his demeanor. “You are well aware my daughter isn't built for a world as vicious as yours.” A pause. “If you love her as much as you claim, you won’t put her through such torture— a second time.”Alessandro felt his jaw tighten. Slowly he reached for his wine glass and took a quiet sip. “Louisa is my fragile woman and I intend to keep it that way for a long time— whatever transpired in the past months, dies there. My world is vicious, yes but she’ll never know that world again.” He said, leaning back into the seat with a sharp tick running down his back. “She’s
When the cab pulled up in front of the magnetic hotel suite, Louisa stepped out half sober, water dripping down her chin along with her own tears as she stacked a wad of cash into the man’s hands and hurried into the building—Looking messed up and out of place. “How can we help you, miss?” The front desk staff demanded as soon as she walked up to it. “I want to see Alessandro,” she replied, dropping the key card right onto the desk, and much to her chagrin. “Can you please tell me what suite he is in?” “You don't look fine, miss” The woman said Instead, taking the card and tucking it away with a wary look crumpling her face. “We have Mr. De Luca getting ready to vacate his suite, he never walked in here with a woman of any sort…” “You don't get it, I just want to talk to him before he leaves.” Louisa pleaded, her hands grabbing the woman’s own. “This card was issued to Mr. Alessandro De Luca, I’d like to know how you got your hands on them.” The woman urged. “Let’s start from
Louisa didn’t dress up for a party. She dressed to forget. Eve came the next day, as promised, for their crazy night out. She’d fought the urge to decline, to say an unhealed fragment of her past was making her rethink every decision she’d thought she’d made peace with. “I wish to get back into my partying spirit.” Eve had squealed, being more like herself than the nightmare she once was. “I’ll introduce you to a few friends.” Then she’d leaned in and whispered coyly, “However you relate with them determines if you’ll leave with a Christmas boyfriend.” She’d laughed, utterly oblivious of the faraway stare in Louisa’s eyes. Once up the stairs of the private lounge, Louisa moved to the bar first for a drink once Eve excused herself for a moment. The smell of luxury lingered thickly in the air. Chandelier drapings filled the ceilings, silver curtains that shone down on the bustling city. People moved about as if they had perfect lives. The music was meant to soothe, but she felt







