Luca.I stood there, glaring at Vanessa, my fists clenched at my sides. I was sweating, the anger pulsing through my veins like a furious current. Miami’s humid air hit me hard as I stepped into the lobby of the hotel where I had been instructed to meet the “business contact” who had called me earlier. The moment I saw her Vanessa leaning casually against the polished marble counter, I could feel my blood boil. When I got the call I did not even think it through, which is how I can tell the whole Lila thing had thrown me completely off my game. I am not someone that's easily manipulated, but somehow Vanessa had managed to do it. “What the hell, Vanessa?” I demanded, trying to control my voice. The heat of the city, the sudden change in plans, the wasted time it all felt like a heavy weight pressing down on me.I would rather be back home in New York with Lila, I only came out here because I had been trying to land the account Vanessa has used to lure me in for so long. Vanessa, alw
Lila.I had spent the night at the hospital again, going home was no longer an option because all I could think of was my mom. I preferred staying at the hospital just incase she woke up I would be there. With Luca being gone too, the house felt a lot more depressing anyway. I step out of the hospital doors, the brisk morning air hitting my face like a slap. It's colder than I expected, but the chill feels good, somehow. I need something to calm my nerves; my thoughts have been a jumble of hospital noises, sterile smells, and too many unanswered questions for the past week. I head toward the small café across the street, hoping a simple cup of coffee will help me clear my head. When Luca was around he was the one who would do the coffee runs. He was in my mind a lot this morning, mostly because he had not called or texted to check in. But as I approach the door, I hear the distinct sound of cameras snapping. Flash after flash, they go off like an unholy orchestra. I freeze in place
Vanessa.I had always been the kind of woman who took control of things. I was used to getting what I wanted, bending people to my will, making sure I was never left behind. But I did not see the divorce coming.We had a system that worked over the years, as long as I stayed out of my husband's business he stayed out of mine. It was a marriage of convinience, not love. But we didn't start out like that, we were in love once. But so much had happened between us now. We tried everything, we tried opening our relationship, we tried therapy but nothing worked. My husband was in love with someone else, a man nonetheless, so we kept our little arrangement. At first I was not okay with it, until I met Luca and everything changed. I had the best time with Luca, he saw me, the real me and he loved me. Him, just like me was driven by success, which is why our situation was functional for so long. We both understood the rules. Atleast we both pretended we did. But he wanted more after a whi
Lila. The front door slammed behind Luca as he entered, his face a mix of exhaustion and frustration. I could tell he was running on fumes, his clothes were wrinkled, his hair disheveled, but the fury bubbling up inside of me didn’t care about any of that. I was furious, seething in a way I couldn’t remember feeling before. I was so furious I just wanted jump on him, the past twenty four hours had been crazy. I couldn't even go to the hospital in peace, the paparazzi was literally everywhere. I had been stewing in silence, trying to hold it together for the past few hours, waiting for an explanation that didn’t come. The images of Luca and Vanessa had been plastered all over the tabloids, and my phone had been blowing up with messages, each one worse than the last. I couldn’t even look at it anymore. My hands were shaking as I held the glass of wine in front of me, but I didn’t dare take a sip if I drank, I’d fall apart. And right now, I needed to be strong. Luca walked into the
Lila.I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the hem of my dress. I didn't want to go to the gala, smile at strangers acting like I was happy when I was dying a little inside with my mother fighting for her life in the ICU.The deep emerald green silk hugs my body, the fabric shimmering in the soft lighting of the room. It’s perfect. I look perfect. My hair cascades in soft waves over my shoulders, and the makeup is subtle but enough to make me feel beautiful. Everything about this night is supposed to be flawless according to Luca. This was all about him, all about his reputation and cleaning up his image. I take another long look of my perfect dress, before I pick up my bag ready to step out. That’s when the phone rings.I glance at the screen and feel a strange flicker of unease when I see Vanessa's name. I don’t even have to think twice about picking it up, though.What I am more curious about is how she got my number, but again she is Vanessa. I know what she’s going to say.
Lila. Everything was now coming back to me as we made our way back to the car. I was officially Mrs Hall. "How are you feeling?" Luca asked as he opened the car door for me. "Married!!" I said smiling as I looked at my wedding ring, I quickly looked at the time and it was still early. "Maybe we should make an appearance at the gala after all, we can come out there publicly that we are now married." i suggested looking at him. He looked at his watch, and was about to say something when my phone started ringing. "It's the hospital, I have to take this." I said answering the phone. He just nodded and immediately turned down the music. I couldn't believe the weight of the words that had just echoed through my phone. My mother was gone. My knees felt weak, the world around me spinning for a moment as I gripped the edge of the car door. Everything had been perfect, Luca and I had just left the courthouse, newly married, full of excitement and joy to rub it in Vanessa's face. Our fut
Lila.It had been a day since my mom's passing. I was still in denial and it still felt like a bad dream, a bad joke that I will wake up from, except it was not a joke or a dream. My mother was death and I was now all alone in this cruel world. My phone rang, as it had been for the past twenty four hours. People wanted to know about the funeral arrangements others wanted to say their condolences but I was in no mood. I was about to turn it back off when I saw who was calling. It was our family lawyer. I immediately picked up, he had probably heard about my mom's passing. The phone call was brief, but its impact was immediate. The family lawyer’s voice, kind yet formal, told me he had something for me, something from my mother. I barely understood the words as they slipped past me; my mind was already drowning in the sea of emotions that had been churned up by the news of her passing a few days ago. I hadn’t even begun to process the loss, the grief still so fresh that I couldn’t
Richard.I had found out about Lila barely two weeks ago. I was still processing the information myself that she was my daughter.But now Christine was gone and I knew she had left that letter for Lila where she confessed everything and told her I was her biological dad. I had already missed so much of her life already and I had every intention of catching up on lost time, but I also knew it was not going to be easy. I spot her sitting on one of the chairs outside the lawyer's office. The lawyer had been kind enough to inform me when he called her in. She needed someone to talk to, to just support her. “Lila,” I whisper her name, the word feeling foreign on my tongue, like it’s been waiting to be spoken for years. My throat is tight, my emotions spilling out of me faster than I can contain them. “Lila, I… I didn’t know.”it comes out almost as a whisper. She looks up, her eyes narrowing slightly, as though she is trying to gauge whether I’m saying what she thinks I’m saying. There
Lila. "I am so sorry about her, I promise you she was not part of the itinerary today." i say slowly to Luca who is clearly dressing up now. He looked so pisses off which I can understand given the situation, but I am hoping now that his mother has left we can go on with our day as planned." I know, I'm sorry too, about her." he says kissing my forehead."Are you going somewhere?" I finally ask, unable to hold my tongue anymore when I see him putting on his shoes,"Yes, I have to go to the office, something came up."He says it so casually, like we weren't about to have a us day. "I thought we were going to hang out." i said my voice a little low filled with disappointment."I know, but we can do that another time. Jenny messed up my whole mood, and I really need to be in this meeting." he said, putting on his shoes, "You can come with, you have never really had a proper tour of my office, I could have someone show you around, we can go to lunch after.""Are you sure? I would love
Lila. I heard the front door slam open before I even had time to get off the couch. My heart jumped, instinctively thinking something was wrong, an emergency maybe. But when I saw Jenny standing there, fire in her eyes, I knew this wasn’t a surprise visit. This was a storm. And it had my name on it.I hadn't seen her since the last time se dropped by with two detectives, she had not called in at all or reached out in any kind of way. "Richard," she snapped, stepping fully inside, her heels echoing on the hardwood floor. "What the hell did you tell Luca?"Her voice was sharp, like a blade honed over days of anger and confusion. She was glaring at me like I’d just stolen something from her. I stood up slowly, keeping my voice calm.This was the Jenny I remembered, she always was the victim even back then during our marriage. She never took accountability for anything, and ofcourse she was the same person, nothing had changed at all. "Hello to you too Jenny.""Cut the crap!" she hisse
Lila. I was still standing by the door, trying to wrap my head around the whirlwind that was Jenny, she was in our living room acting like everything was okay between her and her son. It was like she had completely forgotten how things went the last time they saw each other, and the fact that she had lied to Luca, I was still staring at her with a million different thoughts in my head, when I heard the water shut off upstairs. Footsteps. The creak of the floorboards. He was coming. He was going to come down in a few minutes and I still was not sure I wanted him to be surprised. Maybe I should just give him a heads up that his mother was in our living room and by the look of things she planned on staying here for a while. I looked over at the couch, there she was. Jenny was now curled up on our couch like it was her own personal throne, she gave me a mischievous wink and pressed a finger to her lips. “Not a word.” she whispered like I was part of her insane surprise or whatever it
Lila. The sizzle of eggs hitting the pan was oddly satisfying, almost like a little victory in my morning. I was up earlier than usual, the sun barely yawning over the horizon, painting the kitchen in warm gold. I hummed softly as I flipped the eggs with one hand and balanced a slice of bread in the toaster with the other. The smell of coffee filled the air, strong and comforting.I was in my element.For the first time in weeks, I didn’t feel tired. Or nauseous. Or like a swollen balloon about to float away. I felt good, energized, even and I wanted to do something with that. And maybe I missed doing normal things. The bump beneath my robe was getting more obvious now, but today, I wasn’t going to let it slow me down. Not when I had the whole day planned out. Just Luca and me.I was also feeling a little bit guilty about how I had approached things and accused him of keeping secrets from me, I wanted to make up for that. And we needed an us day, where we just lounged together all da
Luca. The headlights slice across the driveway as I pull in. Engine off. Silence.The house seems still silent and there are no lights coming from any of the rooms in the house. Did she really sleep this early or was this just another sign she didn't want to talk to me. I sit there for a second, hands still on the wheel, like maybe if I stay still long enough, time will rewind. Like maybe I won’t have to go inside and say what I’m about to say. But that’s bullshit. I’ve run out of ways to lie to myself. And more importantly, I’ve run out of ways to lie to her.Lila deserves the truth. She always has.I get out, close the door gently, as if slamming it might break something more than the quiet. The porch light’s still on. She leaves it on for me, even when she’s mad. Especially when she’s mad.Inside, the house is warm. Smells like chamomile and something sweet, maybe the candle she lights when she’s anxious. She’s on the couch, legs curled under her, a book in her lap she’s not rea
Luca. I'm driving. Hands tight on the wheel, eyes stuck on the road, even though I’m not really seeing it. I know where I’m going home, technically, but my head’s halfway in the past, in the ache behind my ribs, in the flicker of blue hospital lights, in the cold white tiles of that goddamn ER floor. I have tried calling Lila a few times but her phone is still going straight to voice mail and it is driving me nuts. Then I think about Vanessa, and the night that changed our lives completely. The night that she had twisted and made me the villain in. It hits me like a sucker punch: the night I found out about Vanessa. I still feel like I am in that hospital every time the thought comes to me. I was out with my some of my investors when the call came in, my Phone buzzed at 1:12 AM. Unknown number. I almost didn’t answer, almost let it ring into the dark while I tried to forget the fight we’d had three days before. “Is this Luca ?” the voice said,it was the way that the voice soun
Vanessa I heard his car before I saw him. Gravel crunching beneath tires the way it always does out here, but faster this time, urgent, angry. I didn’t even have to look out the window to know it was Luca. I felt it. Like a tremor in the air before the sky splits open.I stood at the counter, glass of wine untouched in my hand, watching the sun sink behind the trees. The country house had always been quiet, but today, it felt like the calm before a storm. And I guess, in a way, I knew it was coming. Maybe I even wanted it to.When the door slammed open, I didn’t flinch. I just turned, because I wanted to see his face. I wanted to know what the truth looked like written in his eyes. Fury, yes but beneath that? Hurt. Confusion. Betrayal. I’d prepared myself for all of it. At least, I thought I had.“You’ve seen her,” I said. My voice was steady, but my stomach flipped.“You lied,” he snapped, every syllable sharp and cutting. “You told her I had a daughter. Our daughter.”I opened my m
Luca. I hated leaving the house, leaving her still mad at me, especially in her state. She said I was hoovering a lot but that's because I wanted to make sure she was okay, the baby too. I knew telling her the truth would solve all this, but I had to talk to the source first. The tires chewed up the miles, but the road didn’t move fast enough for the storm inside me. I could feel my fingers clenching the steering wheel too tight, the leather groaning beneath my grip. I should have stayed. I wanted to stay. Lila had looked at me like I was a stranger, like everything between us was a lie. And maybe, in her mind, it was. If she believed I would keep something as important as a daughter hidden. But it wasn’t me who lied. It was Vanessa. And now, finally, I was going to face her.I replayed the last hour on a loop, like a film I couldn’t stop watching. Lila's voice cracking, her eyes sharp with betrayal. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a daughter with her?” Her words hit me like a
Luca. I had expected a lot of things from Vanessa but never did I expect this. Her using our daughter to get my attention, well she finally had it. And I had to see her. I had stayed with the woman long enough to know her patterns, I will never take away from her the fact that she loved Daisy, but I also knew she would do anything to get what she wants, and nothing was off limits when it came to her. But that's not really what I was mad about the most, it was the story she came up with and fed Lila. What kind of sick games was she playing this time? I did not sleep at all, I tossed and turned all night waiting for the morning to come so I can go set her straight. Which is why I was up before sunrise. The house was quiet. Still. Maria usually came at around seven and I woke up at almost six in the morning. But I enjoyed the peace and quiet, gave me some time to think things through and come up with my next move. I made coffee just to keep my hands busy. The smell filled the kit