“Oh.” It was like a bomb went off in my heart, disintegrating it into dust. ‘Of course it wouldn’t taste good to him. Alice was right. I should have listened to her advice and refused the offer, but I just had to reach for something that was far beyond me. Now I’ve succeeded in disgracing myself.’ Tears pooled in my eyes, and I bowed my head. ‘I’m such a fool. A very big fool.’ “I haven’t finished my statement yet, and you’re already depressed.” Dante clicked his tongue. Irritation was laced in his word. “Look up and let me finish.” My head remained bowed. He had already said the worst. What more did he want to add? The stool scraped against the floor, and his shoes came into my view. Fingers held my chin and forced my head up. “Let me go.” I grabbed his hand and tried pulling it away before my tears came pouring down. I didn’t want to cry and humiliate myself more than I already did. “Listen to me,” Dante growled, and his grip on my face held it up, allowing him to see my t
It was a fricken library! A fricken magnificent abysmal library! I took a tiny step in– afraid it would disappear like a dream– and breathed in the glorious smell of books. My head was light and airy, like I had taken some weird drug. Large, gothic, and intimidating bookshelves covered almost every inch of the wall and touched the ceiling. Filled with books of different colours and sizes. In the middle of the library were two sofas, an office chair, and a desk. Sunlight filtered through the stained glass of the small dome above and through the windows. That, along with the cryptic painting and statues, gave the room an unearthly yet cosy aura. The lamps hanging on the walls were bright enough to read under without ruining the mystic vibe. It was a kind of library I had never seen before. It spelled out the taste and nature of its owner. And it was perfect. The urge to lunge at the bookshelves, stack up an unhealthy amount of books, and read till I dropped burned under my skin b
Carla Abel: Go back to what ever he.l.lhole you crawled out from you wh.o.re Vivian Salazar: F.u.ck you bi.t.ch I hope you die. F.u.ck you pwhesttsBkn xydshyrdhylvza🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 Greg James: 🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮 How could Dante choose this thing over Laura? She’s so ugly I think I’m going to be sick just looking at her 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 Monika Anderson: I will never forgive you for what you did to Laura. I proudly stan Laura: I feel so bad for Laura😔. After she finally managed to recover from her heartbreak now this 😔😔😔💔 Sasha Oregon: SL.U.T. UGLY A.S.S H.O.E. WH.O.RE. P.I.G. GOLDDIGGER. Nicole Mark: You can have her man, but you can never be her. Sugar Queen: Watch your back Olivia ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ Chi Chi: Golddigger. We know you just want Dante’s money. Tbh, I’m sure those kids aren’t his, she probably picked them from somewhere. What some girls won’t do for money. ~ ‘Why? Why so much hate
‘Why are you here?’ Those words hung in my mouth, but I bit it back. After all, it was his house. Who was I to tell him where he should or shouldn’t be? I was an idiot to think I was going to have the library all to myself. ”I had a little bit of… distraction on my way.” I said instead, and I almost winced at how high-pitched and cracked my voice was. Dante lifted his eyes from the document he was holding. ”You sound strange.” His lips twisted into a small frown and I drew in a sharp breath of air. ’He must definitely not find out I was crying.’ I pulled on the edges of the duvet, making sure it shadowed my face. ”I’m fine,” I cleared my throat. “Just a little bit parched.” ”There’s some juice and soda in the fridge. Help yourself out.” He nudged at the mini fridge in the corner, which I hadn’t even noticed. ”Oh, thank you.” I nodded and walked to it. His piercing gaze followed me and I held my pillow to my chest. ”What’s up with the duvet and pillow?” He asked as I squatte
If someone had told me exactly twenty four hours ago that Dante would ask to be my friend, I would have called them crazy. Especially after our heated conversation last night.But it was happening. It was happening right before my fricken eyes. Dante Romero was asking to be my friend.It was fricken unbelievable and highly suspicious.Like, why?What was his angle?He still believed someone was paying me to mess with his life. Why would he suddenly want to become friends?I stared at his hand and then his face, searching for a hint of deceit. The slivers of sincerity seeping out from behind his cold face tugged at my heartstrings.Maybe he really wanted to be my friend.‘Don’t be stupid, Olly,’ I chided myself. ‘It’s a fancy ploy to dig out your supposed secret about your aim of coming back into his life. That or to get into your pants.’But I would humour the man. What better way to entertain myself? If he was planning on using ‘the power of friendship’ to probe into my life and find
“I’m missing Nonna already.” Leon sighed for the hundredth time in fifteen minutes. “Me too,” Michael mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “I wish she didn’t leave.” The three of them had the same somber expression from the moment we entered the limo and drove away from the airport. Pouted lips, downcast eyes, and a gloomy aura, like there was no more happiness in the world. Michael, of all people, not being interested in the treats at the snack bar was enough of a sign to know how down they were. “I’m sure your Nonna misses you too. When she arrives in Rome, you can call her any time you want. It would be like she never left.” Dante said. His voice was awkward, like he was trying to comfort them but wasn’t sure how. It was sweet that he was trying, though. I expected him to be completely aloof or snap at them for sulking. Then again, they had gotten close to him over the past few weeks. Closer than I had expected. “Not the same,” Nathan said, shaking his head. “Will meet
“Where should we take this, Ma?” A staff member of the supermarket asked me, standing behind a shopping cart full of the highest-quality ingredients that money can buy. Behind him were three others, each with a cart full of more quality products like the first. Shopping with a black card hits differently. I could buy the best of the best ingredients without being worried about overspending. It was pure heaven on earth. “My ride is somewhere in the parking lot...” My voice trailed as I scanned the entire area. ‘Sheep, I knew I should have taken a better look at it. When Dante had dropped me off at the supermarket, he had shown me the car and the chauffeur, Ken, who was on standby waiting for us, and handed me a card. His exact words were, ‘Kennedy will take you home when you’re done, and here’s my card. You have an unlimited budget, go crazy.’ Stupid me had been so excited for the ultimate grocery shopping spree that I took a quick and very short glance at the car and bounced
°°° MY NEXT TARGET IS YOUR KIDS. BUT UNLIKE YOU, THEY WON’T LIVE TO TELL THE STORY BECAUSE I WOULD USE A GUN INSTEAD OF A TASER. AND WHO KNOWS? MAYBE IT WILL BE TODAY. °°° ‘Sheep!’ I squeezed the paper into a ball, wishing it would go up in flames and turn to ashes. The air turned too heavy for my lungs, and breathing became hard and laboured. I knew I should have suspected when those messages stopped coming all of a sudden. I knew I should have suspected when all the hate comments on my social media suddenly disappeared. But I was too stupid. I got too relaxed with everything. And… My sons! They were threatening to hurt my sons. ‘I need to talk to them.’ I grabbed my purse and dug out my phone. In a flash, I went to my contact and dialled Dante’s personal number, which he had suddenly given me during one of our library talks. ‘Pick up. Pick up.’ I squeezed my purse and almost fainted when he didn’t answer my call. ‘Please let nothing bad happen to them. Please.’ I called