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Chapter 58
Emiliana
The corridors blurred into one as my vision doubled. I could feel strong hands holding my waist firmly, navigating me to my office. Tears began to well as the weight of realisation crashed around me. Holding my head in my hands, I let them fall silently.
I felt Giovanni pull me to him as he sat beside me, his addictive fragrance held me close, calming me.
“What am I going to tell my father?” He allowed me to rest my head on his pristine jacket.
“The truth.” A finger drew my face towards him, locking our eyes in place. “Your father will understand.”
“He was so sure nothing would happen.” My bottom lip quivered slightly. I was trying so hard to keep everything together, to stay strong but my weaknes
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Giovanni “I thought you had everything under control?” Emilio held his hard stare and authoritative tone, while I held my firm stance. “I do.” “Then what the hell is going on?” I could see the impatience and anger flicker in his eyes and I couldn’t blame him. “Russo is up to something.” “I know that,” Emilio stepped forward, his fists clenched by his sides. “You’re meant to find out what!” “I will.” I answer after a minute, my mind temporarily drifting to Emiliana. It took a moment for Emilio to calm his fury, taking a seat behind his desk, he gestured to the seat in front of him. “What do you kn
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Emiliana My happiness came second. Second to everything and everyone, even myself. I should have known it though. My father never really asked me as much as told me I was taking his place in the company. He was still holding the chess board that was my life, placing each piece into a well-thought out position. “Where is your place, Gio?” I asked accusingly, tilting my head and leaning forward with my arms hugging my knees. To say I felt vulnerable was an understatement. I felt out of control, helpless and painfully betrayed. My chest had locked tight, Giovanni’s deep gaze glistened with guilt. I remembered his words to me, that I would get hurt but somehow I didn’t blame him for this. That didn’t make it any easier.
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Emiliana I stared down at the photographs in my hand. A warehouse, lined with shelves of fabric rolls was printed in front of me. Close up images of “Magnone’s” tags hung from the ends of them and bile began to rise as I tried to work out what was going on. “I don’t understand.” Daring to glance up at Giovanni, I found his gaze and attention distant. It was evident that something was troubling him and all I wanted to do was ease the burden. “Keep looking,” he muttered through a clenched jaw. My hands picked through the images, focusing one by one on the rolls of material. I searched each photograph intricately, I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I knew there was something amiss. My heart dropp
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EmilianaOur lips crashed. Smashing hard. I had no time to react or question his motives. We were hungry after distancing ourselves for far too long. It was as if our lives depended on this one moment. The deepest parts of me internally screamed as our lips opened and closed against each other. His soft lips roughly assaulted mine, unrhythmically yet passionately. I couldn’t seem to catch my breath, I didn’t care. I would happily suffocate, allow him to steal every atom of oxygen from my lungs if it meant we could stay like this a little longer.Giovanni’s hands pulled me by my hair, closing every inch of distance between us, even when there wasn’t any left. It was as if we had been apart for years, and finally we had found each other and nothing else mattered.His tongue traced
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Emiliana “You’ve just made my job ten times harder.” I chuckled at his words while a shiver ran down my back. Giovani tucked the hair behind my ear before moving me to his side and pulling me close. “But I would do that a thousand times over.” “Me too.” I mumbled, closing my eyes and resting my head against his chest. “Maybe not a thousand times though.” My face scrunched up at the thought of how sore that could be. “I’m sorry.” He muttered against my head, causing me to look up at him. “What for?” My eyebrows furrowed together. Never had I heard Giovanni apologise and it had me scared about his next words. “For how I’ve acted, with you.” E
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Emiliana Giovanni froze. I froze. Time froze. His face contorted in shock as he realised his mistake. His entire body peeled away from me to expose his taut muscles and my eyes followed the soft curves. It was only a few seconds but those seconds were enough for me to see what he was attempting to hide from me. That tattoo. The black ink caught my eye before Giovanni could cover it with his shirt. I felt a wave of nausea reach the pit of my stomach before making its return journey to my mouth, instantly recognising what I saw. Shock threw me into a spin. I scrambled haphazardly for my towel, clinging it around my exposed body, sud
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Giovanni She peered up at me with such defiance and deflation. She was crumbling and fighting, but she didn’t want it to show. I was in a turmoil of conflict myself. I had accomplished the exact thing I was trying so hard not to. I couldn’t blame her for pushing me away, for blocking me out. I had helped cause that heartache. There was so much betrayal and sadness in her eyes when she told me to leave her room. I knew it wasn’t what she wanted but she couldn’t even look at me or stand to be in the same room as me. “I’m done with your secrets and lies.” She looked away as she said those words. They were like daggers piercing every inch of my skin and bleeding me out. She was still hurting, and I would only be hurting her more if I told
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Emiliana Everything I knew was a lie. Giovanni, Luciano, possibly my father. I felt sick as Giovanni finally shared what he was so intent on keeping from me. I should have felt relief, but instead, I only felt the bitterness of betrayal. I saw the hurt that contorted his features, but I didn’t care. He needed to know how it felt. It was a continuous cycle with us. Fight, make up, fight, make up. I was exhausted with the constant pattern, never ending and doomed to repeat forever. “Principessa, please don’t cry.” I hated him seeing me upset. My face tightened with anger as I fought my own emotions alone. I resisted all my urges not to fall into his arms, it took everything within me to remain standing strong, despite the tears that began to
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