Chapter Two

**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. 

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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 something, you do it whether you like it or not, no questions asked. You are also to care for him in the most professional way possible and try to choose your words carefully, be sure not to say anything to offend him. Vincenzo has a hard time expressing his emotions.” The man explained. 

“What do you mean?” I asked curiously. He hesitates for a second, his hand moving to scratch his stumble as if he was thinking carefully about what to say next. He pauses before looking down at me. 

“It is not my place to say but,” he begins. “Vincenzo is just more distant after the passing of his family.”

“I'm sure there's nothing wrong with him, he's just... broken.” I sigh with a sad smile remembering all too well how it feels to lose your family. 

“Try opening up to him and getting him to open up to you.” He smiles softly placing both hands on my shoulders, his touch was warm and reassuring as if I was going for a war. “Good luck Arabella, you are going to need it.” The man who has been speaking to me eventually walks away, leaving me standing there for a moment before I slowly gather myself and began walking towards the man where he is letting out steam, knowing that he is the one I will now be working for. 

“Mr Varallo?” I say, trying to grab his attention. 

He looks at me, his eyes flickering in my direction for only a moment before he turns his attention back to the bag he was hitting.

His fits strikes it again and again with a quiet intensity that I felt the weight of each blow making it look at if he was releasing something into them. It is as if that bag is the thing he hates most in the world. 

“Mr Varallo?” I say, repeating his name for the second time trying to grab his attention, an hint of impatient already growing into my voice when he did not respond. When he continued to ignore me, I walk in front of the punching bag leaving him no choice but to stop and he then he stops. 

“What?” He says clearly annoyed, his voice is sharp while his tone is laced with annoyance. I finally get a good look at his features. Saying this man looked like a god would have been an understatement. He was alluring and intimidating both at the same time. There was something undeniable captivating about him. He was nothing less than perfect. His face was sharp and defined. From his silky dark brown locks to his brown piercing orbs and muscle that seemed to cover every inch of his body. 

“I-I'm Arabella Rossi. I'm your personal assistant.” I introduce myself formally, bringing out my hand and holding it out for him to shake. My fingers shook slightly and my heart skips a bit as I wait for him to take it. 

He stares at my hand before looking back up at me. He grabs my hand quickly and pulls me closer to himself. “Listen, Tesoro.” He says with a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “I hired you to help me schedule my meetings and help me run things around the house, not to spend every walking moment to stare at me all day with drool hanging from your mouth like a lovesick puppy. Whatever Luca told you is absolute bullshit, so go do your job by bringing me bottled water. Be fast about that too. I don't tolerate incompetence.” (Italian Translation: sweetheart)

I looked at him, shocked with my eyes widened. What a rude man. I pulled away from his body and shoot him a glare. “Sure thing, boss.” I say sarcastically, stressing the last word with a fake smile on my face. 

I came back with a cold bottled water and hand it to him. “You are welcome.” I mutter under my breath, my eyes narrowing slightly at him, my brows furrow making my lips crease into a line seeing that he obviously does not have manners. I could not help but feel a mix of annoyance and disbelief. 

He finishes with the water bottle and drops it on the ground, without a pause he then he goes back to punching the bag with a relentless strike and a clear frustration. 

“So you like boxing.” I say trying to make my voice audible, purposely wanting him to hear me. “I am actually quite good at boxing myself. When I was in school, they were very much afraid of me.” I smirk. I have never been the best at lying but I'm sure he couldn't tell since his focus was still on the bag and he did not look like he was paying any attention to me. 

He eventually stops to look a me and then raises a brow. “Then punch me.”

I scratch my head in confusion at his order. “Excuse me?” I say shocked, wanting him to repeat his statement. 

“I told you to punch me.” He repeats.