LOGINRUEClaire's eye balls bulge as soon as she realizes what she said. “What do you mean by that?” I ask, She closes her eyes for a moment, and I hear her grunt in a low tone. “I keep spilling secrets that are not mine,” she groans,“Now that this one is spilled, you might as well explain it.”“Can't you just forget I said that?”“How do you expect me to forget something as heavy as that? How do you know Alessandro has a different father? Does he even know that?”“Yes, he knows,” she sighs, “we all know.”“I'm still confused. Who is his father?” “Some random gardener.”I raise an eye brow. “Nothing is making any sense.”“Sit, I need to explain this in detail.”I obey her words and find the nearest chair.“Are you sure we shouldn't talk about this over some food?” She asks, gently touching her stomach. “I am starving,”“I am too, but good can wait. This can't.”“Fine,” she groans, “but you can't tell Alessandro I told you about this. He would be heavily offended, and I can't risk it r
RUE The meeting starts slowly and a tad boring, but as the minutes pass, I find myself immersed in the details of the campaign strategy. “Almost every politician is willing to play the race card,” a man in a deep blue suit says, “And that is why we will tap into it. Mr Vanilli's heritage isn't necessarily meant to give us leverage, it is meant to give us equal standing. So far, a majority of his opponents rising have either different, or mixed heritages compared to us the whites.” I blink, looking around. He continues his speech, “I know we already have the fact that his family has built a wonderful reputation, and business line over the years. Also, it is all too obvious that he has an Italian heritage. Sometimes, the people still need a little reminder. We don't necessarily need to shove it into their faces, we just have to make it known.” The room goes silent, “I believe I stand with him,” I speak up for the first time. All eyes turn to me, and I get to my feet. “Rue, you
RUE “Are you out of your ever-loving mind?!” I want to scream at him, but I clamp my lips shut. I avoid his eyes, staring at the floor. I want to be a supportive wife and tell him it'll all be fine, but I find myself at a loss for words. “You're silent,” he says, I look up. “I did not marry a silent woman. I married a ferocious beast.” A smile crawls up my lips. “I was stunned into silence,” “Why?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. I stare at the fields. Ever since my mother passed away, I have consciously made the effort to avoid any circumstance that would make me end up in a cemetery. I wanted to avoid the memories as much as I could. “Giving a kidney is noble, yes,” “But?” “But is it the wisest course of action?” I take a pause, collecting my thoughts, “I am not trying to stand in the way of your relationship with your father. Neither do I want him dead,” I take another pause, “it's just that I am not entirely comfortable with the concept of you handing out
RUE Long, careful strides.One. Two.My feet cross each other as I step into the room.Angel's hand is still on my husband's shoulder, and I hear a light chuckle from everyone in the room.“You're a hero,” the doctor says,I watch as he takes off his gloves.“Who's a hero?” I ask, making my presence known.All eyes turn to me.I face Alessandro. From the corner of my eye, I notice Angel slowly taking her hands off my husband. It isn't swift, but it's noticeable.“Me,” he responds,My eyes fly to his arm. His thumb is pressed on a cotton wool.“Are you alright?” I ask, moving forward.“I am fine. We just had to run some tests.”I pause. “Test. Why?”“We need to know if Alessandro is a match for dad.”“A match?” I stare at everyone as silence envelopes the room. I had never bothered to ask what was wrong with my father-in-law. Frankly, it was because I didn't care, and mostly because I knew better than to ask too many questions in this household.“Yes,” the doctor's response pulls me
RUE If Alex takes notice of my staring at his screen, he doesn't make it known. I remain silent, watching as he continues to dig into his phone.“Your food is getting cold,” he nudges, I stare at the plate on the car seat. “I'm not really hungry,” I say, digging my fork into the meal. My appetite is still null.“You cried for this food. What do you mean you're not hungry?”“I am not,” I reply, curtly.He doesn't say a word, but his eating slows down. Minutes go by, and he is eventually done. “Do you want to wrap that for later?”“Since when do we ever wrap food to save for later?” I ask, with a gentle smile,He chuckles lightly, “You can leave it. The workers will get it cleaned up.”I nod.With his help, we both walk out of the car. As we head into the hospital, I take another look at my environment.It is still quite amazing how much of a difference there is between our angle of the hospital, and the normal rooms.“Your family must be an extremely large donor to this hospital. T
RUE It's especially hard to hate a woman when she's smiling directly at your face.I take her hand gently.“Hi,” that's all I muster to say.Her palm is soft, and her handshake is gentle.“White lilies,” she says, and her eyes brighten up. “They're my absolute favorite.”I smile gently, extending the bouquet to her, “You can have them.” I say,She gently takes it off my arm. “Thank you so much, you're such a darling.”I nod, “You're welcome.”She immediately turns to Alessandro, and my heart skips a beat.The smile is washed off his face. *You have a keeper,” she says to him, “Rue is a gem.”Alessandro only nods in repsonse–as expected.“Have a lovely day,” I try to diminish the tension in the atmosphere as she steps away.“Thank you. You too,” I watch as she turns to my father-in-law, and begins to speak. “Get good rest, Dad. I'll be back tonight to check on you.” His face beams in a smile. Whatever affection I thought he had for Celeste was only a pinch compared to what he felt






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