Lila. It has been a few hours since I last spoke with Luca, I had decided to give him some space to process everything that was going on. But he also needed to eat something since he was still taking medication. I quickly fixed him a plate of some food and put it on a tray with some water and headed up to his room. I knew he was not going to get out of that room so I did not even bother calling him to come down. Once at his door, I could hear some of soft music coming from his room, I knock lightly on his door, holding the tray full of food in my hands, hoping it will help ease whatever storm was brewing inside of him. I just wanted to do something for him, anything, to make him feel better.โLuca?โ I call softly as I push the door open. He is sitting by the window, staring out into the dark. Itโs like he is miles away, even though he is right in front of me. I hesitate for a moment, but then walk in, setting the food down on the bedside table. "I brought you something to eat...
Lila. I feel the warmth of Lucaโs lips on mine, and for a moment, everything melts away. His kiss is soft, hesitant, but thereโs something there something I didnโt expect. My heart starts racing, and just as Iโm about to sink deeper into the feeling, he pulls back abruptly. Confusion floods over me, and I blink, trying to make sense of what just happened. My lips still tingle with the memory of his touch. I knew he felt the same exact way I was feeling, our chemistry was undeniable, so why did he pull back and why was he looking at me like that. Like I had something wrong. โWhatโs wrong?โ I ask, my voice shaky, unsure if Iโm even speaking clearly. I could tell something was wrong I just had no clue what. He looks at me, his eyes avoiding mine for a moment before meeting my gaze with something like guilt in them. โWe canโt,โ he says quietly, his words hanging between us like a weight. I expected atleast more than two words, but he went back to pacing around the room like that was
Lila.I did not get any sleep at all last night, I twisted and turned the whole night replaying every single memory I had of my father. Some things made more sense now, like why Luca's dad was always at the hospital visiting my mom even though my mom claimed they had never met before. Could this be the reason Lucaโs mom Elena left? I asked myself. I also remembered the last few days leading up to my father's death. They were always fighting about something with mom and I always thought it was becauseom didn't want him working for Luca's family. But maybe my father found out the truth. I quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs, I was going mad by all the scenarios forming in my head. I needed answers. "Hey, breakfast is ready." Maria said with a smile on her face the moment she saw me. "I am not really hungry Maria, thanks though." I said as I poured my myself a cup of water. I spotted Luca in the dining room which was off. In the few weeks I had spent in this house, I had ne
Lila. I sit in the sterile, cold hospital room, my fingers trembling as they grip the armrest of the plastic chair. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker like theyโre unsure whether they should be on or off. The quiet beeping of the heart monitor is the only sound breaking the silence, and every time it makes its monotonous rhythm, it reminds me that my mother is still hereโฆ at least for now.I can still see Richard who is sitted across the room throwing random glances at me and every time I looked away. The possibility that he was my father was unfathomable to me and every time I looked at him it was like a reminder, and I was not ready to deal with that part of reality no matter how it looked like. A few hours later, the doctor came out and we both followed him to his office. I could just tell by the look on his face whatever he was about to say was not good. "We tried to get as much of the malignant tumor in her brain as we could, it had spread so much... Almost half of her b
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. Miamiโs humid air hit me hard as I stepped into the lobby of the hotel where I had been instructed to meet the โbusiness contactโ 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. โWhat the hell, Vanessa?โ 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 cafรฉ 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 didnโt care about any of that. I was furious, seething in a way I couldnโt 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 didnโt 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 couldnโt even look at it anymore. My hands were shaking as I held the glass of wine in front of me, but I didnโt dare take a sip if I drank, Iโd fall apart. And right now, I needed to be strong. Luca walked into the
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 wasnโt 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 Iโd 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. โNot a word.โ 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 didnโt 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 wasnโt 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 wonโt have to go inside and say what Iโm about to say. But thatโs bullshit. Iโve run out of ways to lie to myself. And more importantly, Iโve 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 lightโs still on. She leaves it on for me, even when sheโs mad. Especially when sheโs mad.Inside, the house is warm. Smells like chamomile and something sweet, maybe the candle she lights when sheโs anxious. Sheโs on the couch, legs curled under her, a book in her lap sheโs not rea
Luca. I'm driving. Hands tight on the wheel, eyes stuck on the road, even though Iโm not really seeing it. I know where Iโm going home, technically, but my headโs 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 didnโt answer, almost let it ring into the dark while I tried to forget the fight weโd had three days before. โIs this Luca ?โ 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 didnโt 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 didnโt 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. Iโd prepared myself for all of it. At least, I thought I had.โYouโve seen her,โ I said. My voice was steady, but my stomach flipped.โYou lied,โ he snapped, every syllable sharp and cutting. โYou told her I had a daughter. Our daughter.โI 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 didnโt 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 wasnโt 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 couldnโt stop watching. Lila's voice cracking, her eyes sharp with betrayal. โWhy didnโt you tell me you had a daughter with her?โ 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