FAZER LOGINHello dear readers💕, there was a small issue in chapter 10 *Vincenzo's pov was written twice. I've already submitted the updated version however it seems it's still in review and it'll be updated soon. As a result I decided to make a double update to make up. Thank you for your patience.
Arabella's P.O.V “Then you have to tell me the truth about where you came from, Arabella.” He states. “What else do you want to know, dumbass. I don't know anything else. I grew up in an orphanage and Amelia was my only family. Happy?” I ramble. “Yeah well, I learnt that when you first came to the orphanage you were speaking Italian, explain that.” He commands getting up from his bed to come closer to me. “How am I meant to remember stuff from when I was five? I ask accidentally dropping the plate between us. We both hear as it shatters onto the ground which made my hear skip a bit. “I'm so sorry.” I say, bending down and quickly picking up the pieces. “Stop, you'll cut yourself.” He says following my actions. He was right, I pricked my finger. “Damn it.” I curse under my breath. He grabs my finger and examines it. He helps me up and I follow him to his bathroom. He runs my finger under cold water and grabs some paper towel, turns off the tap and then dabs my finger gently. “I
Arabella's P.O.V “Where are you going?” He repeats pulling me back to face him. “Not your business.” I responds nonchalantly as I smirk internally. I notice his eyes darken and linger on me for a second, his brows furrow but his expression quickly changed to an emotionless one I cannot even read. “Let me remind you, Arabella Rossi that you leave under my roof.” He says as he was inching towards me slowly closing the gap between us. “Why do you care? You're not the boss of me.” I say quickly without even thinking of a better comeback. “Oh but I am, Tesoro.” He say with a smirk as he finally closes the gap between us. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks the moment he brings his fingers to caress my cheeks softly. (Italian Translation: Sweetheart)I stiffen and throw his fingers out of my face. I am not going to give in so easily. “I told you, Amelia and I are going out all day. Can I have a day off? I'll be back before 6:30.” I know he will not let me go if I tell him I was going
Alicia's POVOf recent, he spent more time in his room instead of going out. I wasn't with him as much as I use to be and the house kind of felt quieter now well except for when Claire comes around. He did his therapy sessions in his room now. He has been ignoring me for a week and half and we only spoke when it was time for his meals or when it was extremely neccessary and even then the conversations were short. I knock on his door and I hear her voice from inside. She was here again. I push the door open and I step inside to see her sitting comfortable on his bed like she owned the place with that annoying smile on her face. I am still holding on to the tray of food in my hands when I feel her smirking at me. Oh, how I wanted her to choke on his food. “Baby, breakfast is here.” She calls out sweetly, loud and fake. She glances over at me with a wicked grin and I just scoff at her. He walks out of the bathroom with only boxers on. His hair was still damp and there was water drippin
Alicia's POVI go through the doors and begin to walk to the house since it was only fifteen minutes away. “Angel.” I hear an Italian voice say trying to get my attention. I know that voice. I turn around and see him. A feeling of disappointment rushes over me as I realize that he is not who I thought him to be. Why did I even think he will be in such a place. He is probably having sex with Claire. I am so delusional that I thought I heard his voice and he has probably come to get me only because this man sounds Italian. “Hey.” I say to the man and give him a sweet smile despite my thoughts. “That was quite a performance you put on for us to see.” He says walking towards me as he drops the cigarette in his mouth on the floor and stepping on it. “Honestly, it was my first time.” I confess shyly. “You were amazing. I love the confidence you had. It kind of constrasted with your name.” I smile at his sweet compliment. “I'm Francesco.” He introduces. “Nice to meet you,” I began. “B
Alicia's POVHe spend a lot of time away from me not because he has business to attend to. It was because of her. Every time he was in the house he was with her or in his room. Since I didn't want to bother them or make it look like I was jealous, I just stay out of his way so I guess she won after all. “It wasn't going to last.” Amelia shrugs. “Don't worry, we'll find you another yummy dessert.” She grins picking up her phone as she bits her lips. She shows me a picture of someone and I suddenly start smiling. “Wow, he is so cute.” I coo at the picture. “I know right, I think he's famous.” She giggles. “Hmm and those muscles.” I smirk at the picture of Goofy from Mickey mouse. “Give me his number!” I beg sarcastically. We both share a brief laugh before she stops us. “Okay, but for real. Get changed. We are going to the strip club I work at.” She informs, walking into my closet. I follow her with a shocked look on my face. “Strip club?” I ask, uneasy. She brings out a red demi
Arabella's P.O.V “Where the hell is he?” I question them. “How am I suppose to know, I don't put a tracker on him.” One of them scoffs. I glare at her. “Asshole,” I mutter walking away. I try Luca's phone number a few times before he picks up. “Hey, Arabella.” He says cheerfully. “Vincenzo is missing.” I state worriedly. “What! Where was he last?” He asks. “I don't know, but I think he was talking to Aurora on the phone. Could you send her address?” “Of course, I'll meet you there.” He says as I quickly cut the call. Once I got the address I used his car and one of his driver's to drive me there. I got there anxiously knocking on her door. It is opened by her and she doesn't seemed pleased to see me. “What do you want?” She snaps. “Is Vincenzo here?”“He was here like a few days ago, why?”“He didn't come home and won't pick my calls.” She smiles and gets her phone trying to reach him. “His phone is switched off.” She gasps. “Did you find him?” Luca's voice says from behi
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
“Mr. Varallo,” I began slowly. “Our relationship is suppose to be strictly professional.” I protest pushing his body away from mine that just seemed to make him want to come closer.“I'm your boss, right?” He asks, bringing his lips closer to mine. I nod my head only because I am afraid a squeak m
Alicia's P.O.V“What about this?” She asks, holding up a black lingerie. “Anything girl. I don't care, we are maxing out his credit card.” I laugh picking out a bunch more lingerie and throwing it in the basket. “Why are you actually doing this?” She asks, putting random shoes in the cart. “Just
She looks for a top and shorts to put on and then proceeds to get inside her bed. “Goodnight.” I say getting up. A hand quickly grabs a hold of my shirt and stops me from moving. I look down at her with a confused look. Arabella's P.O.V “Don't leave,” I mumble against the bedsheets. He looks do







