Mag-log inARABELLA'S POVI hear a knock on the door which takes my focus away from my laptop. "Come in " I say. Aurora's head pops in with a wide smile. "Hi." She says, pulling someone in. It was the same man who threw a tantrum for God knows what. "It's been week since you have seen him but he's calm now." Aurora explains. "Hi." He mutters, not looking at me. "I don't want you inside my room with your coat or shoes on. Aurora, search him for weapons." I instruct. "No." She cringes walking out of my room. "Don't leave me alone with-" The door closes which leaves me to whisper the last word. "Him." "Look, Arabella. I'm sorry for causing so much trouble earlier. I was just upset that you didn't remember me." He sighs walking closer to my bed which I respond to by moving away from him. "It's fine." I nervously chuckle getting out of bed but fall on the ground. I still haven't gotten so use to my bed. "Be careful." He speaks rushing to my side. I put my hand out to stop him from coming any
Arabella's P.O.V I hear voices. Around me. But I only recognize one of them. There's a total of about five or six voices. I try and force my eyes open but they won't budge “Wake up,” A voice says, which I don't recognize. Turning around, I see a man without a face. “You're back.” I grin running to the man but every time I try to get close to him he moves further away from me. “You're still moving away from me, right?” I smirk. “Wake up, Arabella.” The man speaks. “Wake up from what? You keep telling me to wake up but I'm awake right now.” “Wake up. Your friends miss you.” He says. “I doubt Amelia cares whether or not I'm dead,” I mutter, looking down at my feet. “Wake up. Who do you think is holding your hand?”I feel a hand on my own but I don't see it. It does feel like a lady's hand though. Maybe it's hers. “Help me wake up.” I beg him, running towards him. “Just open your eyes.” He says in a duh tone. Never heard that tone from him.“But my eyes are already open.” I excl
“Good morning, Amelia.” I smirk, admiring her. With a sigh, she looks at me with a dead serious look. “What have I told you? You can't be acting like that. You are the reason my bestfriend is in a coma.”I think back to the past events with Arabella. Or should I say Adelina? “But that doesn't mean we can't be happy? Even for a second?” I question walking towards her and pinning her against the wall. The door opens and we turn around to see Vincenzo. He glares at me and rolls his eyes. “Fottuti idiotas” He grumbled walking into Arabella's room. (Italian Translation: Fucking idiots)“I guess he'll never forgive us, huh.” She chuckles softly. “Who cares? Do you want to see her now?”She nods her head walking into her room. Her lifeless unconscious body was still the same from when we last saw her. I sigh and walk closer to her. “She's not dead, guys. Understand that she is going to make it.” I say, trying to lighten the mood. “She better make it or I'll sent you to hell.” Vincenzo th
“And what exactly is it suppose to be?” Gianni asked with a uninterested look on her face. “It's meant to be a flower. I picked it for you.” Vincenzo smiled trying to put it in her hair. She took it out and threw it on the floor. “You are so delicate,Vincenzo. You're a boy. You're meant to be cool and rough and mean. Not some cry baby.” Gianni exclaimed. “Just because I'm a boy doesn't mean I am meant to be mean. I love you, Gianni.” He grinned. Cringing at the comment she sighs and rolls her eyes. “You are a bit strange, Vincenzo. How are you meant to take over papa's business if you're this much of a baby?”“Shut up, Gianni. Vincenzo is cooler than you'll ever be.” Francesco hissed, still playing his game console. “Vince! Francesco told me to shut up.” Gianni cried hugging the nine year old Vincenzo. “You were mean to me first so I'm on Francesco's side. But Frankie, be nice to Gia.” He told her off. “I'm trying to read and you guys are making a lot of noise.” Izabella compla
Arabella's P.O.V “Non gli somiglia per niente.” A voice says. (Italian Translation: She looks nothing like him)“E terribliment carina. Cosa pensi che farà con lei il capo?” The second one spoke. (Italian Translation: And terribly pretty. What do you think boss will do to her?” “Togliti quel brutto pensiero dalla testa! Esua figlia, quindi dobbiamo trattarla con rispetto.” The final one snaps at them. “Ms. Adelina, we are sorry for how we are treating you, but keep in mind that this is only for precaution. (Italian Translation: Get that bad idea out of your head! He's her daughter so we have to treat her with respect)“Help me itch me wrist.” I order. “I'll do it.” The second one grins. The third one hits the second one's head and quickly walks over to the seat I'm sitting on. He scratches my hand carefully. “I'm Nathaniel.” He smiles. “I don't care.” I retort back. “I just want to go back to Vincenzo.” I sigh. “Vincenzo isn't coming to save you. Look,” He sighs scratching his h
Vincenzo's pov “Are you here to bring Arabella back to me?” I question with a raised brow. She giggles before looking around my office. “You have to give her to me first.” A confused look makes a way to my face. “Amelia, stop playing dumb and give me back my girlfriend.” “Sorry, Vinny but I don't have your girlfriend. I was here to ask what happened with Francesco. She won't answer her phone. I guess the break up wasn't good.” “She told me she was spending the night with you.” I inform suspiciously. “Oh, um-” She picks up her phone and starts laughing awkwardly. “Oh, Arabella. What's that? You want me back to the house because of reasons? Sure.” “Cut the crap, Amelia. I'm too fond of you so I don't want you to fuck with me. Where is Arabella?” I ask one more time.“She was last with Francesco. She was breaking up with him.” She whispers. I attempt calling her but it goes straight to voicemail. She's in trouble. What's wrong with her? I hope she is okay. I said her niceness wou







