She hurriedly typed a message to her husband. Though there was no signal. She was hoping it would be received later. Tears blurred the sight.
The door flew open making her jump. Nico and Bianca stepped in, draped into a white bathrobe. Bianca threw a hateful look in her way,
She stepped back in fear. Bianca smiled evilly, "I always want to see fear in your eyes. " Bianca took a step forward.
"Stay away from me, you filthy people." She snapped.
"Just finished her so we could finish what we started before her interruption." Bianca snapped, glaring at her.
She glared back. She didn't want to die giving her satisfaction.
Nico stepped forward. She took a step back, "Ales will kill you. If you dare to come near me. He'll find out everything." She snapped at him. She pushed her fear away, gathe
She was glancing out of the window with half opened eyes. She wanted him to ask to go home instead of his father's house. 'I would have never done this to them. I was sure they would try to kill me when I saw the look in their eyes after fear. They're crazy and cruel people.' " We're home, my love." His saccharine voice drew her attention. She closed her eyes and placed her head on his shoulder, "Can we go home, Ales? Our home?" She asked. She perceived his lips pressing on her head, "Open your eyes," He asked tenderly. Unfurling, she glanced into his beautiful eyes and then drifted out of the window. Her lips parted into a huge grin when she saw his penthouse's building. Enthusiastically, she opened the door and interl
Her eyes flung open when she heard someone rapping on the door. She blinked her eyes and her attention flocked to the door. Pushing herself up, she drifted toward the door. The door creaked open before she could open. Matteo emerged from behind the door. "Hi," He smirked, charmingly, looking at her from behind the door. Her lips twitched up. It made her forget her husband's cruelty, "Hi, when did you come?" She asked, hurrying her steps to the door. He kissed her cheek and stared at her with slightly furrowed brows, "Don't make yourself a target," He said, Pocketing his hand. She shook her head, glancing behind him tilting her head. Her gaze met his intense gaze, "I don't know. what are you saying?" She muttered, straightenin
The broad door led her deep into the penthouse. She hadn't been to this part of the house. But she was glad to be back here instead of his father's house. She didn't want to know. What would be going on in Giovanni and Elizabeth's minds? She stared at the grass, sitting behind the glass wall. The cool air was sending shivers down her spine. She turned off the AC. The thought of being locked with Nico and Bianca sent shivers down her spine again. But it was scary this time. She was having difficulty seeping into the reality of her husband. She ran her fingers in her hair, trying to think about her hair, make up, and new dresses. 'I can't call Emlyn. She won't object to it. I don't need to ask. I can tell. She knows - Who are they? What do they do for a living or I should say power? More than food on their plates. It seems - Who is empowering the world wi
Her gaze caught the cocktail diamond rings and golden bangles. Her cheeks turned red with shyness. She lowered her gaze to hide the colors. "We're trying," Alessandro's reply shocked her more. She felt tingles in her body. Elizabeth smiled, "I'm baptising them," "Of course, grandma," Alessandro said. "Dad is seeking for you," Matteo said, frowning. "Be a gentleman, Matteo," Elizabeth said, smiling. Matteo kissed her cheek, "How are you, sister-in-law?" "Good," She smiled. Matteo rolled his eyes at Elizabeth and held out his hand for her. Rapturously, Elizabeth wrapped her arm around his and Matteo led her to the dance floor. "Genuinely, I didn't expect this from Elizabeth, particularly for me, she smiled at me. She di
Panic clawed her as her eyes snapped open. Her thoughts were girthed with fear that he would know that she tried to run away and worse - He'd think she tried to escape with Diego asking for his help. Her chin began to quiver. Her eyes turned glassy. She held her breath and peeked around. She let out a huge breath. Stepped out of the bed, she stumbled toward the door. Her trembling hand reached for the door, "There are guards outside," She recognized her voice. She spun and breathed out slowly, seeing Emlyn, "I'm not running. Where's Ales? I need to talk to him." She said in a groggy voice. Her grip was tightened on the doorknob. Emlyn rushed at her exasperatedly, stopping at her face, "You know what he can do to our family," she snarled. "He won't do anything," She snapped, letting go of her grip. Her knees wobbled.&n
She stumbled on her feet as she walked toward the hall. She stopped with fear and confusion. She wasn't certain it was a gunshot's sound or something heavy had just fallen. She trotted toward the hall. Her eyes widened when a strong hold grasped her and yanked her back. A hand came over her mouth, blocking her scream. Her eyes met a dark set of grey eyes, his hair was grey, the forehead was creased, but his expression was soft. She blinked, her heart pounding, she pushed the man away. He was looking like an aristocratic, noble, respected gentleman. She stopped struggling for a second. Blinking, she came out of her shock zone and pushed him away with both of her hands. Her body jolted with fear again when she heard another gunshot. She stopped struggling and looked over t
She drove a car to her usual meeting place with Emlyn. Her self-respect was bigger than anything right now. She parked the car and pulled the hood over to her face. She glanced over the shoulder to see the guards. His guards were respectful toward her but she wanted time for herself. Locking the car, she sauntered toward the door. She pushed open the door and stood as she saw Emlyn with Camila. She ungripped the handle and the door slid closed. Astonished, she whirled to pace toward the car. Her entire body was rigid and pain could be seen through her eyes. She had a glimpse of Matt looking at her from behind the tree. She must not have noticed him if she were in a cheery mood. "Barbie," Sh
Many things astounded her. There was no guard visible in the doorway. Her father should be in the hospital in case he could be injured. It was a new thing for her, she had seen this kind of love only for his real daughter. It was the second time when she had seen him smiling because of her. The first was when she agreed to marry Alessandro. She walked toward the door. She shuddered in fear when she saw all the guards holding guns, Romero was issuing the orders. "Romero," Her voice was weak, full of puzzlement, eyes wandering on their dangerous faces. "We heard a gunshot," Romero walked over to her and halted his feet in front of her. His predatory gaze roamed around her, seeking danger. "But I didn't hear anything," She said, gulping looking at his back at the tall, broad shoulders men. Romero saw at the beeline of