Giancarlo As I sat at the cafe with Lorenzo to try to schedule how the invitation card was to spread, my heart uplifted in joy. I felt butterflies wallow around my chest.It seemed like a dream that I was to get married to Claire in the next two days. I thought proudly at the incidents that had led to our meeting and I felt like a teenager in love.There was barely a moment where Claire's sparkling eyes of adoration did not come in my mind as a mental picture."What is it about her that makes my heart race," I thought, my body responding to the thought. Was it her smile, stubbornness or just her eyes?Or her soft voice that usually worked miracles between my legs?I couldn't tell so I just let it slide. I didn't need a reason to love her, never will. She was just the one my heart had chosen to spend my entire life with. Who was I to reject the wonderful arrangement?"Should we invite Theodore," Lorenzo asked, eyes reflecting his joviality. I smiled back at him, more because of the r
Claire"You can't possibly do that to your own child!!" I cried out in rage, wishing I could rip out her lips and plunge it into fire."A mother must do everything for her child to obey her," she shouted back. "You've constantly been disobeying and it's only fair everyone knows the truth isn't it?" Her eyes blazed with wickedness and I realized more vividly that I couldn't belong to this woman.I couldn't be her child and she couldn't be my mother. Not after all the embarrassment she had caused me and the constant comparison between me and Elizabeth."Mom, how would you feel seeing me in prison? Would you be happy?" Tears of frustration flowed down my cheeks filling me with a cold wave of sadness."The same way I would've if you had died instead of Emilia," her lips twisted into a kind of intensity that could only be associated with evil.My lips boiled with a loud sob as what she said, sunk into me, pushing me further into a depressed state."Elizabeth is the only one who deserves ou
Giancarlo My head felt like it was going to explode at anytime, banging with every breath that I took and making my stomach churn with a kind of pain that was rib-cracking.My head felt so light and hollow that, with the headache, I could feel an echo in my skull.My memory was as blank as a white board, I almost couldn't recall my name."What must have happened?" I wondered, my chest heaving faster than usual, forcing air out of my bewildered, open mouth.I tried to use the soft bed to soothe my pains but to no avail.If for anything, the pain tripled, making me wish that I could disappear or better still, get seperated from my body."What could have made my body ache this way?" I threw the question to my mind again, hoping some answers could slip out. Try as I may, no knowledge of the past hour nor day showed up. My memory stopped at a short end; when I had hugged and kissed Claire's earlobes after my proposal.I continued raking and scraping my brain, wincing like a wounded chicke
ClaireMy heart broke as his face grew ashen and his body trembled in grief. I didn't mean to hurt him but I just couldn't help it. He had hurt me so much that I began to think that he was in a competition with my mom to break my heart into pieces.Did he even realize what that video had done to me mentally, together with my mother's insensitive words? My heart pumped hard, vibrating my lips with the thought. Fury flowed like goosebumps in my skin and I was ready to say more hurtful words to him that would slice through him faster than a helicopter fan.If only he knew how much I had wanted to give up living and commit suicide. Could my heart ever heal from such a trauma? I wondered helplessly, wishing I had never met him."How could you do that to me?" My voice grew raspy as I spoke. His pale face and red eyes were putting my emotions into a great turmoil and I hated myself for reacting to it.Why should I feel for him, when he had been the one enjoying the sex?He looked up with t
GiancarloI felt like I had just been run down by a moving truck. I could not even feel body. All I felt was a constant nag in my chest. The nagging that came with a strong tightening in my throat, making me breathe through my mouth.How was I ever going to right the wrong? I clenched my fist, my jaw tightening as the elevator chimed open. The thought of not being able to do anything, filled my heart with a strong smell of dread as my hands froze while trying to dial Lorenzo's number.I decided against it, and handed the phone back to Claire. It was of no use bothering him. I should learn to face my problem as a man and stop depending too much. I cautioned myself, wishing strength to conquer into my tired soul.How had Sophia even gotten me naked? I wondered, trying to fish out memories from my aching head, but turning out blank. I tightly shut my eyes in frustration, trying to move into my head and pull out those hiding memories.Claire sniffed beside me before walking into the e
Giancarlo Lorenzo? It can't be. I muttered under my breath, asking to see the footage again. The footage was replayed and indeed, Lorenzo was the person shown. His broad shoulder and tall frame could not be mistaken even in the dark footage.The betrayal sliced through my chest, dicing my heart into two and restricting my lungs from functioning properly.How? Why? The questions pierced each half of my diced heart, filling it with as much peppery sensation as possible.Managing to control my breath and temper, I stepped out to meet Claire pacing up and down with a frown."You could have as well slept inside the room! Why didn't you inform me to bring a mattress?" She spat, looking like she would cut of my head any moment."I'm... I'm sorry," I stuttered the apology, still confused about what had happened and not knowing what to believe.She didn't respond to my apologies and just hissed and turned to leave. I held her back, battling with the decision to tell her, or not to tell her.
Claire"He's a cheat and a liar," I said to Penny as we communicated on the phone, sniffing back tears and catarrh of frustration. I couldn't bring myself to return to the bed that had been defiled by his cheating, so I sat at the reclining chair close to the swimming pool, far away from the ears of everyone."Sorry, dear," she sympathised sorrowfully. "How could he do that two days to your marriage?" Her voice was laced with anger, her tone trembling with every word she said. "He's a bastard, a fucking cheating bastard," she raged more and for some unknown reason, I felt my chest tighten in anger.I so much wanted to hate him, but I couldn't. I still loved him. His hurting face still haunted me and I felt a million times unworthy of him even when he had been the one to have cheated.Love is so stupid. I thought angrily. Why should I still love him? Tears dropped down my cheeks and I tried not to sniff so that Penny wouldn't hear.Then a consolation flew in.He could have been framed!
Giancarlo "What do you mean by Claire's nowhere to be found," I stared in perplexion at Lorenzo, brows creasing in confusion and heart racing in fear. "Have you checked the resort's swimming pool?""Yes, we have," he replied, leaning close to the many statues in the resort and looking very downcast.“We?”“Grandpa helped,” he replied wrily.Apparently, Grandpa's security men must have helped in the search.Alex, Sophia and Tory were nowhere to be found for questioning and Grandpa was footing the bill for their search.I began to panic. "What if they had Claire? Or was it Theodore? Did he have a hand in her disappearance?" My mind raced faster, imagining the worst possible things that could happen.It was 8pm already, and no one knew where she could be, not even her mom!The thought of her mom, twisted my intestines and filled me with dread. How could she call herself a mom? She didn't even as much bat an eye by the disappearance, rather she was worried that Claire's wedding to Theod
Giancarlo.It was already morning when everything finally settled into my brain and i was givem the liberty to unveil the hidden meaning behind all the happenings that had happened in just a night. It seemed very much like something that would take a week to fully occur and not something that could even occur in such a small period of time.The intruder and everything, felt like a dream. A dream that I needed to wake up from. But I discarded the foolish thought at once.I was sure it was no dream. Claire, was still lying naked beside me, her breathing even and normal and the mass of hair on her head spread across the pillow like a soft, fluffy silk reminding me of more details of the past dangerous night.I had not had the opportunity to inquire much about what had happened from her as she had been deeply asleep and I too, wasn't far from that, at that time. The amount of energy I had inserted in the intruder's push had taken a quick toll on me, promising my heart that it would stop
Giancarlo.I tried to lift my eyelids in response to the weird feeling that was swimming in my brain and distorting my wonderful sleep. But they were so heavy—too heavy to be lifted.They fell back and became tighter after few tries. What backed up my weariness the more was that, the bed I was laying on felt so soft that trying to get up from it was like me lifting myself from heaven and plunging deep into hell. I enjoyed its texture and its coldness that waking up was something I even wanted to try. I just didn't have enough bravery and confidence to do it.But a strong urge to open my eyes and view my surroundings was tightening and wrapping strong on my neck, it's grip iron-like and gummy, making my free flow of breath to shorten in span and my head to knack uncomfortably.It was a grip I just couldn't ignore even though yielding to its call was as torturous as breathing through my ears.I tried again with my eyelids using much willpower, lifting them and managing to keep them a l
Claire.I reacted before my brain registered anything; a hot and resounding slap that even quietened Carlo's snore and made everywhere as quiet as a grave yard."Are you stupid? Like what the fuck?" I howled, eyes blazing in fury of a thousand tigress and my mind whirring like a hurricane wondering what the time was and why he had such boldness in him."Do I look like a whore to you? A sex toy?" My chest heaved and fell with the scalding heat in my chest and I clenched my fist hard, ready to punch out the teeth he used in speaking out.What the fuck was wrong with this return-from-the-dead ghost? Was he nut? How brave could he be? Saying so much nonsense with stupid pride? How dare him speak such a condescending, corrupt sentence to me?The thought ran swift in my head making my lips quiver and my lashes blink fast in marks rage."Well, you leave me no choice," he shrugged and pointed the gun at Carlo, threatening to pull the trigger, while putting on a monster-like smile and looking
Claire.My first instinct was to take my hand to my breast to cup it out of the eagle reach of his eyesight. I looked around frantically, trying to register any escape route or something but I saw none."Who are you?" I managed to ask after looking around did not yield good and satisfying results. I bit my lips hard as his eyes still trailed down my body, settling a little too long on my thighs and pussy area and making my cheeks grow red in embarrassment."It's me, Theodore," he replied, his voice getting annoyingly seductive and his eyes shining with the shadow light casted by the light around. I tightened my arms against my boobs, suddenly regretting not at least putting on my panties before embarking in such an idiotic war.Now I was exposed to him, almost defenseless. What was I even thinking? I scolded myself for my stupidity. Although, I had planned enough for everything, my nakedness and the shame from it was making everything seem so hard.“It's me,” he repeated. “Theodore.”
Claire.I woke to a strange toxic gas smell, making my nose get peppery and itching my skin. My nose itched with it too, dragging the hairs in my nose violently. My ears confirmed that something was wrong as there were sharp gasp for breathing, sounding in the roomMy eyes had to haul themselves open to find out what it was. I opened my eyes slowly and tiredly, my head banging with the promise of a bad occurrence and my heart getting foggy in fear.Another sound graced my opened ears. It was a thudding sound that sounded exactly like the fall of a giant and another thudding that could not be mistaken for anything but a footstep. I lifted myself upwards into a sitting position, blood rushing fast in all my body and my mind tattered with savage fear that moved electrically through all corners of my mind.My body began to shake violently and the environment, threatening to spin as I caught the mask appearance of a man and another sprawled figure on the floor. I immediately looked to my
Giancarlo.I widened my eyes as i stared doubtfully at her, heart pounding hard with the mere thought of everything.Could Claire truly do this to me? My blood pressure plummeted as I tried to understand the scenario and my mind felt like it was encircled in a spiky hammer.Her eyes burnt ever so harshly, furnace of hate and resentment glowing so hard that the blood that was bubbling in my mouth had to still in fear.Nothing seemed to make sense, everything was just moving in a zig-zag fashion that it was extremely difficult to track it down.How could she do this to me? I wondered hurtfully. Could this really be her? The thought was icy in my head, sizzling with the fire burning inside me.As if in reply to my question, her appearance began to change. First, her lips; soft and succulent, were transformed into a darker and more manly lips pursing hard with hatred and determination.Her eyes grew worse than ever, feeling as threatening as it was dark and sinister. I held my breath sharp
Giancarlo.I looked intently at the liquid, more in pondering than in horror, the veins in my head popping in and out in worry.With my banging head, it was hard to make connections properly especially when Claire was not even around to make things clearer. Or was she? The idea suddenly popped into my mind as I remembered the balcony, hands moving away from the liquid for a moment and look out to the chairs at the balcony.She could be there and waiting patiently for my return or probably receiving some fresh vegetation air.I moved with slow, unsteady steps towards the balcony, eyes checking backwards to reconfirm that the fading red dot from my eyesight was blood, and head thumping hollowly, feeling as empty as a useless milktin.Even when my tired mind thought that it was blood, I was still too confused to understand the enormosity of everything and make quick moves to a health practitioner.So I lazily walked up to her, like nothin
Giancarlo.I didn't even know what put me to sleep nor how long I had slept. But I certainly did know what brutally hauled me awake, panting like a dog and eyes widened like a pussy. My ears were not even spared from the brutality as my shrieking phone was literally shouting painful waves into my newly awakened senses, circulating pains into my upper body and making me wish there was a way I could just die at once. Its loudness was no doubt the source of my awakening as it continued on tiredlessly proudly teaching me a lesson I was certain to never forget.I looked around, head banging in confusion, hands finding trouble feeling, legs feeling more like there were two planks of wood lying peacefully on them.I was still looking around trying to put two and two together and maybe find an explanation why I was just so confused.Aside from the violently ringing phone that was threatening to rip my head and ears off and plunge it into the vegetations across the balcony, I found it diffic
Giancarlo.Suddenly, everywhere grew hot and suffocating, my chest beating faster than a talking drum and forehead throbbing hard. I tried to think of a time I had actually helped Lorenzo out with something, but surprisingly my mind sang nothing back.I shook my head sharply in disappointment, continuously hoping for just one scenario to surface and save my friendship and brotherhood.My brain was blank and suffering much with the hard exertion, my eyes growing blurry from the many colorful stars that appeared before them and fingers hardening from too much clenching and unclenching.Was there truly no time that I had gone through thick and thin for him? I brooded helplessly, guilt and hurt fighting for a room in my already tired and weak heart and my stomach churning with a promise of a successful nausea.I racked my brain harder, his glare growing more intense, burning through my self-control and leaving me nakedly exposed to his perfect judgement.The result from my intensively ra