Helena's POV
"Easy. Easy now." My mom urged me when I came to. "Can you see me?"I squinted in the bright morning light. I feel groggy.
"I'm not blind." I pushed her away so that I can get of the bed. The first thing I did was feel my stomach. My baby is too still. Is he still there or did the fall hurt him? Castle gave me a look full of concern. They both did. "What happened? Is my baby okay?"
I have to be sure of what I heard.
"After you got the bad news, you fell. We aren't sure if you slipped or passed out. We should go to the hospital." Castle took my hand. "Please Helena, don't be stubborn about it."
The bad news.
Mira Christos is dead.
It's not long ago that I saw her. We were in the back of my Rolls Royce when she called Rhea to ask about Alexander. She later informed me that she is in S
Alexander's POVA lot has happened. I have been phasing in and out of my own life. I am like a spectator, standing on the sidelines and watching helplessly. Most of the time I have been out of it. I barely knew what was going on around me until the maid saved me. The last few days have been enlightening! It's like I can feel the sun after a long time in subzero temperatures.The maid informed me that Rhea came to London with a baby in her arms and she didn't give birth here as she claims. I'm glad to know that! If my math is correct, and I know deep inside it is, this child is not my own. There is no way I could have fathered him as I have never been intimate with Rhea. Even if something did happen when I wasn't myself, the vasectomy should have prevented it. It's a secret I only shared with my mother. I can't wait to get back to Athens so that I can see her. I miss her dearly. I know she's worried out of her mind.
Alexander's POVLaying my mother to rest is one of the most difficult things I have had to do. I have seen my fair share of deaths while serving in the navy. I should be used to it but when it's the woman who gave birth to me it's not easy. It's even more maddening to be aware that the person responsible is the very one who held my hand through the funeral. I despise Rhea with every fiber of my being. She took away one of the two women I love the most. I have to protect Helena from heading in the same direction my mother did. "Alexander." Another person I dread and blame for my predicaments. I stopped and turned. "What?" "I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?" "My mother is dead. How do you think?" "You must be upset." He fumbled with his fingers. He looks much older. His expression is full of guilt. I hope he doesn't sleep at night thinking of how m
Hello reader! I want to take this opportunity to thank you for getting this far into the story. I should have mentioned this in the beginning but it's never to late to do so, right? The book has four parts. We have already gotten through part 1: Helena's Contract and we have four more to follow. A brief overview: Part 1: Helena's Contract Part 2: The Italian Belle Part 3: The English Affair Part 4: Tainted Bloodline While the story began with Alexander and Helena, we are now shifting focus to their son. Nathaniel is all grown up and is starting to ask questions about his father. This is the beginning of part 2 of this book: The Italian Belle. Well let's get to it then! Thank you.
Twenty Five Years Later..."I wouldn't call it a bad idea. Stupid yes but bad, no. So are you in or what?" I narrowed my eyes at Chris. We met in an interesting way. He pretended to be a bodyguard sent by the St Patrick Group just to get away from his father. It seems that is a plan we have in common; to get away from our parents. "I think I will I have an answer after this party." "Well Mr Bale, after you." He gestured to the open doors leading into the wedding reception. "Those men don't look pleased. They will probably carry you into the party if you take a second longer." "It wouldn't be the first time." I laughed. The only reason I'm here is because my mother sent her bodyguards to get me. They always manhandle me because I put up a fight. But today, I fully complied. I don't need to be embarrassed in front of people by being carried in like a c
Nathan's POVRebecca and I have shared a lot in the past week. We actually like each other. We have been inseparable and even my dear friend Chris is starting to feel like a third wheel. We spend most days together setting the sheets ablaze."That is a smile I don't see everyday." Castle squeezed my shoulder. "You must be happy."I don't have a father.I know everyone has a father because how else would someone exist without two parents? What I mean is I don't have a father who has raised me. In his place is Castle. For as long as memory serves me he has always been there. He has stepped in everytime a father was called for down to talking to me about girls and every change my I experienced when I was a teenager. I love the guy. What I don't like us the relationship between him and Helena."Sort of." I closed my journal. "Did any letter come for me?"
Marianna's POVPreparations have been on going all week and today is the day. The day has come. There is excitement in the air! Giovanni Balotelli's only child is getting engaged to a wealthy man. I can't express the excitement a bride to be should feel This excitement that everyone around me is feeling, hasn't rubbed off on me. In it's place, anxiety. I feel plenty of that and my heart is heavy. Court is supposed to come for me tonight. She says she has a plan but when did Court ever have a plan? Often she wings it and it mostly ends badly. She's the kind to plan at that moment when something needs to be done. I can't believe my freedom rests in her hands!I stayed by the window of my bedroom in the red dress watching out for some sort of a sign. Where is she? Did she change her mind? I hope not!"Marianna, stop trying to figure out an escape plan. You're not getting away from this.""
Nathan's POVWhenever I have a puzzling thought stuck in my mind, I can't stop till I have it solved. Right now, I'm thinking about this book I have been reading. I'm thinking about the owner. I'm thinking about the initials A.C. It doesn't make sense to obsess over it but it's a nagging feeling that it's a mystery I must solve! I need an answer.The best person to ask would be the woman who brought me into this world. She knows better than anyone else about where the book came from. She's not an avid reader like I am but a book this old must have come from somewhere. It's the oddest and oldest in my collection.Whenever it gets this hot, she likes to sit on her rocking chair facing the garden in front of her bedroom. She is rocking quietly her eyes closed. She works hard and it's rare to see her resting. I hate to disturb her."A.C.""What?" She turned her head quickly.
Helena's POVAlexander Christos. He's one of those people who leave a mark too significant to forget or get over. Twenty five years of not seeing him yet his memory feels like yesterday. It feels like the day he met Nate, held him and then left us. It's so fresh in my memory I relive it every second. It's not the good memories I remember. It's the painful one where he walked away and it hurt like hell. Nathaniel has never met him; at least not at an age he would remember Alexander. No one has ever mentioned him. Castle and I agreed not to. Yet even with all that distance between them, he turned out almost like him. I find it haunting to be around Nathaniel sometimes. His company was enjoyable when he was just a boy. He was easy to raise. He had an abundance of opinions but he was agreeable to my methods. When he became a man, he became difficult. He does what he wants, when he wants. Alexand