Chapter 20~~~~~~~~~~SEVEN MONTH TIME SPAN~~~~~~~~~~~~~`“Look I don’t understand why you keep on giving excuses! You clearly told me that you would be back on friday and now you’ve suddenly developed another thing you have to do that’ll keep you for another what? Three months?!” Mrs Donatelli screeched on the phone.For the last seven months, she had been trying to set her son up with the daughter of her friend Valentina. Whose daughter, Francesca, was a beautiful, properly educated, well brought-up young lady. Not only was she elegant, she was from the prestigious Bernandi family.Valentina had trained her girl from birth to handle a conglomerate family.And Mrs. Donatelli was confident Francesca would adjust to life as Marco’s wife beautifully and maybe even teach her son a thing or two about elegance.But no. Marco was determined to frustrate her efforts despite not pulling any body of his own.If he had a girlfriend, it would be different, but her son was obsessed with work and
Chapter 21The last thing Elena remembered was holding on To the man’s arm, the man who had been there when she fell off the cliff.She had rolled, tumbling in fire, her body battered by rocks on the mountain, and the smell of petrol choking her.Then suddenly, the fire was out. But Elena barely noticed with the way her skin still burned and the intense pain in her stomach.She was going to die, the thought filled her with dread but she couldn't move.Then he was there. She heard him more than saw him but a man had definitely found her and he was speaking to some other people.Maybe she would survive, maybe somehow she could make it past this hell. She groaned internally as two sets of hands hoisted her up onto a flat hard surface.It was marginally better than the rocks she had been on, but her flesh resting on the hard stretcher only bought her pain.She was blacking out, or at least something like it when she heard the man, her savior, mention the police. All thoughts of pain flew
Elena sat facing the wall mutely. She had cried so much in the last five hours that she was sure her body had no more moisture. She supposed she should be grateful that she hadn’t birthed a child with that monster, David. But in truth, all she felt was exhaustion. She felt a bit of pity for the man. Marco. That was how he introduced himself. He had spent all this time and money treating her, and now that she was awake, she couldn’t bear to look at him. He had such piercing eyes that she knew the truth of her circumstances would come flowing out if she dared to look into them. “I’m going to the lobby to get some snacks. Would you like anything?” He asked her calmly as he stood up from the bed side chair where he had been perched all day doing nothing but watching over her. Elena blushed in embarrassment and shook her head. Her voice was still hoarse from disuse, and she knew she should speak, but something about Marco made her subconcious, and she opted for gestures whenever she c
Chapter 23Marco stood outside the bathroom door, unsure if he should go in when he heard a loud scream.He got so scared that he felt like his heart would burst from his chest. Surely, she hadn’t survived a fall from a mountain just to crack her skull open in the bathroom?Without thinking twice about how appropriate it was, he burst open the bathroom door and saw her on the floor.Clawing at her face, eyes wide in fear, and screaming at the top of her lungs.“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay,” Marco whispered in dread as he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her over to make sure she was okay.But she kept staring behind him and screaming in terror. “It’s fine. You’re fine,” He muttered repeatedly as a part of him wondered if he was trying to convince her or himself.His reassurance didn’t seem to work, though. She was trembling badly and pointing behind him while muttering incoherently.Marco scrunched his face in confusion and turned behind him to see what had so thoroughly sca
Chapter 24 A knock sounded at the door. Tamara heaved a heavy sigh as she got up from the bed and slowly walked over to open her bedroom door. It wasn’t her bedroom. Well, not exactly. The past three weeks since she woke up had been a rollercoaster and she was still trying to collect her emotions but one thing was clear. Marco was hellbent on helping her. Over the weeks, it had taken every strength in her to become reacquainted with her body. With her going to physio every day, she had barely seen Marco but he had settled everything. The man had connections and just like she had suspected, he was filthy rich. “Hey, good evening,” Tamara whispered as she unlocked the door and moved aside for Marco to come into the room. Marco cleared his throat and smiled gently. “Good evening, Sutta” He replied as he stepped past her into the room. “Sutta?” She asked amused as she shut the door and turned around to face him with her arms crossed. “Sorry, habit. For the longest time, I had no i
Chapter 25Tamara clenched her fists tightly as she tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths. “Ma’am? Are you okay?” The air hostess asked in concern as she tried to figure out what was wrong with the woman Mr. Marco had come with.“Hmm…I- I’m fine,” Tamara hissed softly as she opened her eyes slightly to reassure the girl but shut them promptly when she felt the jet lurch a bit.Before her accident, she never had a fear of heights. Apparently, that was one of the new things for her, falling down a cliff had instilled a fear of heights in her that she forgot until she entered the private jet with Marco and Francesca.“Are you sure? I could get-” The air hostess started to say it again.“I said I’m fine!” Tamara snapped as she flicked her wrist to shoo the girl away.Marco watched from his seat as Tamara gripped her seat for dear life. The air hostess kept attempting to speak with her, but it seemed to make matters worse.The girl turned back slightly to look at Marco and gave him
Chapter 26Tamara fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist and let out a deep sigh at the opportunity to rest for a bit.It wasn’t that working as Marco’s assistant was particularly tedious or awful. In fact, they spent more time preparing their new company than she spent serving him, but Mrs. Donatelli had no concept of that.She seemed to believe that Tamara was a slave to her son and hence destined to serve her every whim.That was the reason she stood hiding behind a large flower pot, away from the important people she was supposed to be making connections with.It was the biggest party Tamara had attended since she arrived in Milan. And that was expected, seeing as it was the engagement ceremony of Mr. Marco Donatelli and Miss Francesca Bernandi. Two names Tamara was learning were very significant in the business world.Tamara snickered as she remembered how Marco hadn’t been particularly happy about the engagement, but since he hadn’t rejected Francesca outright, Mrs. Donatelli ha
Chapter 276 MONTHS LATER*********************************************************************************************************A small smile played on Marco’s lips as he remembered his last discussion with Tamara. She had arrived in Milan today, but he hadn’t seen her yet, due to all the business preparations he had to finish.Over the six months she had spent in Paris, they had spent every day, talking, working, plotting and just enjoying each other’s company.Marco had never had a best friend before. No one came close enough. With his strict, no-nonsense demeanor, he had never made any real friends except Seth and even Seth couldn’t be classified as his best friend because their friendship had been borne out of necessity when he got into business school.With Elena or Tamara, it was different. Maybe because he had watched her silently for seven months, but something about them just clicked, and though he never said it aloud, Marco knew Tamara was his platonic soulmate and the t