Hello, everyone. First of all, I'm really, really sorry that we didn't have a chapter yesterday. I'm going to work hard to make sure that doesn't happen in December. In this first month of the story, we'll have a chapter every day from Sunday to Thursday and we'll have TWO CHAPTERS on FRIDAYS AND SATURDAYS. I'll try to increase this number over time ^^ So, let's get to work!
“Isaac, please…” Imogen panted, her cry causing her entire body to shake “I know how much I wronged you. I'm not here to try to justify myself or try to force you to forgive me, I promise. I… I just wanted to ask for forgiveness. And explain to you what really happened…”“Don’t waste any more of your precious time, Imogen.” Isaac rolled his eyes "From the moment your husband showed your photos to prove to me that what he was saying was true, everything became clear to me. Faking someone's death would be risky enough. You didn't want your precious escape plan to be ruined because you couldn't make everyone believe you had killed yourself with me inside that cabin. So the most practical solution was to leave me behind. Quite pragmatic, I have to admit. I guess, in the end, I didn't inherit my practicality just from Vincent, as I always thought.”"No... I..." she sniffled "I just wasn't thinking straight back then. I was too desperate. Vasily told me that you overheard Evan's conversatio
Isaac’s words turned Imogen into a living statue on the other side of the bedroom door, but Millicent didn’t have much time to react to that, neither her nor Isaac’s words. Instead, Millicent helped him back inside and sit on the bed, supporting him the entire way. Anyone who caught them in that scene might think it was an exaggeration, as their legs weren't as wobbly as one might expect from someone who was in a car accident just a few days ago. However, Millicent's goal was not simply to prevent him from falling along the way. She wanted that, even without saying a single word, he would understand her message.He was not alone, no matter how painful that situation was. She was there.“Vasily…” Imogen’s strangled sigh was the only thing audible in that corridor, then a long moment of silence “What did you do…?”"It was the best thing to do. For both of you." Her husband sighed and it was almost surprising to see that man, who looked like he was carved from stone, sounding sad "Even i
"I'm telling you! I'm part of his family! I have to see him!"Millicent's heard the commotion before arriving 10 feet away from the room where the nurse was leading her. It was Imogen's voice, there was no doubt about it, and it made her blood run cold. She had hoped that Isaac's mother and stepfather were just there to find out about his condition and then leave. God knew they would probably rather run out of there than be recognized by someone they knew passing by the hospital. Or, at least, that's what Millicent thought, before hearing Imogen continue to whimper, as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest."Please, he's my son! I need to see him! I need to make sure he's okay...!"“Talk to Jayden Adams.” Vasily's deep voice interrupted his wife, in an almost threatening tone "Tell him that Nikolaev asked for one more favor. He will let you know that we can enter wherever we want in this hospital."“Uh… I’m sorry, Mr. Nikolaev…” a woman’s voice trembled “I understand that you
“So when exactly are you going to finish babysitting your boyfriend?” Laura snorted, her voice sounding almost like a hiss on the other end of the line “I have important things to discuss with you and your father.”“I’m sure you do.” Millie laughed, pausing to take a sip of her coffee “So, it looks like Emma really is willing to pitch in now, doesn’t it?”“Oh, of course she is.” even though they were miles apart, Millicent knew her aunt was rolling her eyes just by her tone of voice "She wouldn't let go of the opportunity to end everything her half-sister had built through the mafia. And she would also never allow her long-awaited victory to be tarnished by the news of the appearance of her illegitimate daughter." “Dad commented that she still seems to be acting emotional around you…”“Don’t be fooled by that old fox’s acting.” Laura scolded, clearly uncomfortable "She doesn't care about anything or anyone but herself. She's just trying to act sorry to make sure I didn't open my mouth
Hello everyone! First of all, I want to apologize for the last two days without any chapters. I had another emergency due to my father's health, but luckily things are calmer now. Hopefully, I'll be able to post the new chapter in a few hours
Isaac hated hospitals. That smell of antiseptic and metal seemed capable of permeating his skin and Isaac could recognize it anywhere. Even in moments like that, when his eyes were so heavy they seemed to never want to open again, he was able to recognize where he was just by that terrible smell. He had stopped in hospital rooms several times throughout his life and, usually, it was an indication that he hadn't been careful enough. What had it been that time? His head was hurting too much for him to remember, but Isaac still struggled. There was pain, his face wet from something hot that was probably blood, and the loud sound of metal… Just like when he had almost died when his car's brakes were cut when he was 18.So, Evan had managed to get him into a hospital bed again. How predictable. He had been more creative before.A soft sob from his side made something inside his chest flutter. Which was ridiculous, because it wasn't like Vincent or Dominic would cry if they came to visit.
Sometimes, Isaac missed how his life was half a year ago. It was equally terrible, of course, but at least he wasn't so aware of it. He could fill his days thinking only about revenge and living as if the only truly functional organ in his body was his brain. But now, here he was, haggard and miserable, only because the rusty thing inside his chest had decided to work. At least, before returning to America, he didn't miss anyone or suffer from the same loneliness that had accompanied him since his birth. Now, even in moments like this, when he should have been focused only on his plans, all he could think about was Millicent. With a heavy sigh, Isaac took a step towards the underground parking lot of his building when the elevator doors opened. That day was being especially difficult because he still hadn't managed to shake off the tension from the previous afternoon, when Dominic had almost ruined everything by allowing Millicent to overhear part of their argument. At least, she di
Millicent had spent almost the entire day on the phone without actually speaking. She had dialed the same number over and over again, with adequate intervals between calls, of course. She wanted information, not to be a nuisance. However, as her time at the office drew to a close, she was ready to give up for another hour and get ready to leave, until, to her shock, that last call finally went through."Hello, Mrs. Bianchi. I was hoping you'd call again. I'm sorry we didn't answer sooner.""Don't be sorry, Tyler. You shouldn't worry about anything other than your mother right now." Millicent responded to the youngest Davis son, a boy she knew was the same age and attended the same school as Alessandro “I just wanted to know how your mother's condition is."“She’s… Stable now.” Her heart sank at the way he avoided using the word 'fine' "She woke up for a while this afternoon and managed to eat, but... She's still very much in shock. She even asked if everything that happened on Sunday
Silence took over the room for a moment, so deep that Millicent could swear she could hear everyone's heartbeat there. Just like her face was at that moment, everyone had expressions of shock, worry and expectation, as they waited for Emma’s reaction…With the exception of Massimo, who has a huge Machiavellian smile on his face.Emma's response, however, was probably nothing like either of them expected. First, her face filled with shock and terror, which was certainly quite predictable. But instead of starting to scream and deny, as Millicent thought she would, Emma remained silent, as gradually the horror on her face gave way to anger, then shame, sadness and, finally, resignation.“So…” Emma’s voice trembled, just a ghost compared to how she was acting a moment ago. “It’s really you, isn’t it?”“What did you give me?” Laura sneered, indifferently.“You… You still look like him.” Emma said that with her eyes focused solely on her own hands, nervously twisting the skirt of her dress