Tamed by his Personal Assistant, his only Obessesion.

**NOTE; Alright. This is a back story so no one get confused. Neveah is Arabella's mom. Giovanni is Neveah's husband. Fynn is Arabella's biological father. Heaven is Neveah's twin sister. Arabella, Adelina and 'Saturn' are the All the same person (the female lead). Adalina is her birth name. Arabella was the name Giovanni legally changed it to and Saturn was the baby name idea they had for her. I hope you guys understand this. If you have any questions, drop a comment. *~*Arabella's POV“This is Vincenzo Varallo, your boss that I told you about. You'll be his personal assistant and be living with him.” The man said with his voice firm and serious and if is a rule that cannot be changed for any reason. “But I still quite don't understand why I have to be living with him.” I say with my eyes fixed, looking at the man as he continued to punch a punching bag repeatedly with a focused face. He doesn't break contact with it even for a moment. “That was what he requested. When he needs s

Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives-- or to find strength in a very long one. Arabella's P.O.V I hear a knock on my door, pulling me out of my thoughts. I quickly wipe at my cheeks only to realize that tears has been there all along, almost slipping down without me noticing. “Come in.” My voice said hoarsely since I haven't spoken today. The man who introduced me to Mr Varallo walked in with a huge smile. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,” I say wipping my eyes. “What brings you?”“How was Vincenzo's therapy session yesterday?“ He asks, sitting next to me on my bed. I notice his eyes glances at the pictures I am looking at. A wave of panic rush through me and I quickly turn them over, not wanting him to see what I had been holding. “What therapy session?” I ask confused. He frowns at me with disappointment evident in his face in the way his brows furrow together. “Vincenzo's therapist came yesterday for his therapy session and you had no

I long for our souls to be so deeply intertwined, that Death himself would weep when faced with the thought of separating us. - ddWe weren't nothing, but were never something. I guess that is why I am left with everything and nothing at all at once. Arabella's P.O.V I twist and turn in my bed trying to find a comfortable position. I couldn't. My body kept declining every turn as if it did not want me to get any sleep. My mind is all over the place as Mr Varallo's question kept swimming in my head and I start to feel oddly uncomfortable. 'Where did you come from?' I am not even certain myself and I also wanted answers. I wanted to know everything... just to understand it all. I have always had dreams of my past but it was never clear... always a bit blurry. As if fate did not want ne to find out much about my past and it was suffocating. I do not know who my parents are. If I have siblings. A pet. A friend. I hardly knew anything about my life before the orphanage and it sucked mor

I look up and see a man with a mop in his hands. “What do you think you're doing?” He repeats more sternly this time. “I- I gasp. “I was looking for Vincenzo.” I lie, my heart thumping hard in my chest. “And he is in that folder you've been looking in? He asks with a raised brow. Suddenly a long smile is plastered on his face. “Capo is not going to be too happy to hear this.” (Italian Translation: Boss)I bit down on my lips nervous of the punishment that is going to await me. He picks up his phone swiftly and I see him scroll through it and I'm guessing he is calling him right now. “Let me put it on loud speaker just for you, dear.” He grins wickedly and I narrow my eyes at him. “Mr. Varallo?”“Che cazzo vuoi?” He spits angrily, already irritated. (Italian Translation: What the fuck do you want)“The girl is in your office snooping around. She might even be a spy sent from someone.” “Arabella?” He confirms. “Si.” He nods his head with his eyes glancing towards me as if he is tryi

Mr. Varallo told me to dress formally so he cousin wouldn't complain so I found a skin-tight white dress that was able to enhance my non-existing curves and white sparkling heels to make me taller. I hear a knock on my door as I am in the middle of straightening my hair. “Come in.” I call out. The door opens and I hear footsteps making their way towards me. I look up in the mirror and see Mr. Varallo standing beside me. “Are you done?” He asks, placing his hands gently on my shoulders.” A shiver runs down my spine as he does that it causes me to almost drop the hair straightener. I notice him slowly chuckle. “I'll be done in a minute.” I answer.“You've been at it for almost an hour.” “Yeah but I need to decide whether gold of silver jewelry will match this outfit.” I explain dropping the hair straightener and turning it off since I was done. “Gold. Sliver is for black, Gold is for white.” He said almost instantly allowing me to pick out the gold jewelry.Once I put them on and he