But as I bathed, I couldn't stop thinking about that dream.Maybe thjs time, my dream didn't mean anything. It materialized as a product of thinking about her before my sleep? So my subconscious played a conversation in my head.As much as I wanted to believe the dream held nothing so I could save myself the stress of deciphering the meaning, I knew the dream held meaning, like all my other dreams.What could she have possibly wanted to tell me? Maybe if she had stayed alive a little longer, she could have told me about it herself.Now her death hit more. I held my chest under the shower as I felt a sharp pain. If I could feel the pain like this, I wondered how Tomasso would feel when he learns of his mother's death.Perhaps he knew already. But the pain would become anew when he wakes up this morning. His mother's death pained me on all levels because I knew how Tomasso used to talk about his mother and how he wanted the best for her.Now she was now she was no where to be found. At
“What?!” I let out a sharp screamStefano tore his gaze from his gaze from the doctor and stared at me, holding my hands and trying to put me in place.“Please calm down.” He said calmly, cleaning the the tears that flowed from my eyes.“Doctor isn't there anything we could do to help him regain his memory faster?” He asked.The doctor shook his head. “Unfortunately no, we can only administer drugs to him but we can't ultimately decide the efficiency of the drug as it differs from person to person.”“I don't understand what you're talking about? Explain in simple terms. If you know you'll keep confusing us, we better take him somewhere else.” I ranted, losing my Patience.”“You need to calm down, madam.” He urged with that practised smile I wished I could wipe off his features. I didn't know what was amusing him.“All I'm saying is that we can only give drugs but I can give any time frame with which he'll regain. It differs from person to person and the situation involved. Two people
I called Marco to accompany me to my father's house while Stefano stayed with Tomasso in the hotel room.I saw an opportunity to ask Marco a few questions.“Did he remember you?” I glanced at him through the rearview mirror, he seemed tired. “Not exactly but at least he is comfortable around me. No matter how hard I tried to remember him of our past, he was always confused so I let it be. At first I thought it was one of his gimmicks, but soon it became more real than I expected.”I sighed. This was a lot to take in. “So he hasn't asked about his mother?”“He did. After explaining myself to him, he then asked about his parents.”“What was your response?” I leaned off my seat.He shrugged. “I found a way to deflate the conversation because I didn't think it was wise to tell him anything.”‘Good.” I commended his wisdom.“Thank you.” He replied.“So how about we just keep it cool for now? Show lhim care but don't reveal too much information about him?” “I'm game.” He replied.-When h
“I can't bear this loss.” He announced as he held his chest and stared at me.“Who was she to you?” I dropped the question I had had on my mind the whole time. I knew they had an affair but was she his official girlfriend? Side piece? Did they have a child together that late died or something?I had so many questions but I wasn't sure if they had answers that would be given to me today.But first I had to try.“She was my uhm..” he started then sighed.“Your what?” I probed. “She didn't get to finish what she was saying in my dreams. She said you were supposed to tell me everything.” “She did say that in a dream?” He asked, probably trying to wrap his head around all of it. “Yes she did. She showed up in my dreams after she died which was really strange.”“We had a conversation just before the bar opening. We spoke about whether to tell you or him but we weren't sure yet.”My heart started beating fast. “Who is him?” I didn't know why for some weird reasons, my heart spiked up at th
I'm sorry.” He apologized for the umpeteenth tjme, “we were honestly going to tell you.”“Then why didn't-” I stopped just before I could continue my sentence. “We just-” he started. “I don't know. I just thought maybe you'll hate me more? Finding out that your mother had been right about everything.”“I've always knew she was right. Tomasso's mother wasn't the only woman you cheated with and that was clear from the onset.”He hands flew to his head, disappointment. “True.” He agreed without denying as I expected.“How can I make thing right my princess?” He asked and I shook my head.This wasn't the time he was talking about making things right and to be honest I was tired of having that conversation with him.Each time he tried to make things right, he ended up making things worst and again, it angered me. Also I felt foolish whenever my heart shatters from his misbehaviours.“Please, how can I make things right?” He asked again.“Just do nothing.” I answered and a flicker of supri
“Baby you don't have to talk about it now.” Stefano consoled me, patting my back.I nodded, pulling away from him. I was not still used to him seeing me cry. It felt like a sign of weakness on my oatt and I wasn't comfortable with the idea of people seeing me as weak.“You don't have to hide your pain away from me.” His voice cut through my thoughts as he pulled his handd back to laps, rubbing them offering both pleasure and comfort.“I'm trying not to hide. I'm trying.” I replied, my voice low.“I know how hard it is for you.” He replied. “But understand that I'm here for you and I want to continue being here for you baby. You deserve this and more.” He expressed his emotions calmly and at the same time the words held so much emotions.I yawned then sniffed. I tried sitting upright and he moved closer to assist me. Now we were just a few inches apart, I couldn't bare looking at him up close so I averted my gaze.“You're hiding again.” I could already predict his next words. Don't hi
Shock washed over Stefano. It was evident with the way his mouth gaped open at my statement.“Surprised right?” I asked and he nodded.“I never would have guess that.” He shook his head. “Maybe this was the reason you were naturally drawn to him, I mean he's your blood.”“I don't know how to feel about it. He can't even remember me. He doesn't remember anything, then how do I tell him I am his sister?” Tears misted my eyes. I haven't been so confused in a long time.I felt like I was surrounded by a maze of trees in a thick forest with no idea of the next direction to go.I wouldn't let Stefano decided for him. I had to solve all of this by myself.He stared at me, “Listen this isn't any of your fault. I mean blame your parents. They should have told you guy earlier on and to be honest I don't think it would be nice to tell him now. He's not even going to understand what you're talking about. Just keep the information to yourself till he starts getting back his memory.” Stefano advi
“It was the doctor calling.” stefano informed me the moment I opened my eyes. I met him tuckening into his trousers as though he was in a hurry.“What's the problem?” I asked, scratching my eyes and yawning.“I don't know. I didn't bother to ask him since he just said he wanted me at the hospital.” He explained as he wore his trousers.“How about I come with you?” I suggested. Right from the second I heard him say the doctor had requested to see him at the hospital, I had become worried. i knew i wouldn't be able to keep still while he'd be away. I would call life out of him. So i needed to be there with him“Sure I could have woken you up but I thought you needed the rest after how hard I made you scream.” He teased, a coy smile plastered on his Face.“Come off it bruh.” I waved a dissimive flick of my wrist as I made my way to stand up.I discovered I was naked.My hands flew to my palm. “What the hell?”He raised his eye brows in a questionable tone. “What's wrong?”“I'm naked.” I
A few minutes later, I texted Marco with shaky fingers just to know where he was with the text. I scratched my hair eagerly as I waited for his response but apparently there was none forthcoming and it increased my fucking anxiety. I hated when things appeared to not be within my control. It annoyed the fuck out of me. Because why? Why couldn't I just know what the hell was happening?Just a few moments later, he called me.I heard him exhaled and immediately my questions came pouring. “Any news yet? What the fuck is happening?”I imagined his shuddering as I heard a stilted breath, almost like he was panting before but had decided to cese as he heard the weight my words carried.“Fucking answer me.” I replied slamming my fist against the wall.“We searched eveything we could and we didn't find her.” He replied calmly.“you don't mean that? What do you mean you couldn't find. Do not return to the villa until you're sure you're coming back with her.” I gave the firm instruction and the
A few minutes later, I texted Marco with shaky fingers just to know where he was with the text. I scratched my hair eagerly as I waited for his response but apparently there was none forthcoming and it increased my fucking anxiety. I hated when things appeared to not be within my control. It annoyed the fuck out of me. Because why? Why couldn't I just know what the hell was happening?Just a few moments later, he called me.I heard him exhaled and immediately my questions came pouring. “Any news yet? What the fuck is happening?”I imagined his shuddering as I heard a stilted breath, almost like he was panting before but had decided to cese as he heard the weight my words carried.“Fucking answer me.” I replied slamming my fist against the wall.“We searched eveything we could and we didn't find her.” He replied calmly.“you don't mean that? What do you mean you couldn't find. Do not return to the villa until you're sure you're coming back with her.” I gave the firm instruction and the
I ended the call angrily and frustrated. I ran my hands through my hair as I sighed. I took powerful strides back into the club as I searched for Marco. It didn't take long before I saw him.“Marco!” I shouted over the loud music and held his hands, dragging him from the noise. The whole time he regarded me with a shocked expression on his face. Once we were outside, he arched brows.I wanted to speak but I realized I was short of breath. I bent down slightly, placing both fingers on my knees. After inhaling the night air, I straightened my posture.“Did you see Bella?” I asked him, hoping for a positive response.He gauged my expression for a while after giving me a look that felt like my question was ridiculous.“No… i thought she was with you.” Be replied calmly.My bands flew to my forehead as I held it tightly. “Are you being serious right now?” I asked.“Yes.” He nodded.“Take me home.” I demanded.“Yes sir.”The whole time during the drive, I somehow hoped that Tomasso and Bell
StefanoLost in my inebriates wall, I looked at the environment. I knew something was missing. Where had Bella fucking gone to? Was she mad at me or something?Sometimes she acted so irrational and I was going to talk to her about it the moment we got home but for now I had to look for her.Rosa was sitting by my side, smiling coyly as she placed her hands on my legs. A part of me enjoyed the feeling but I knew it was wrong. I pushed her hands away and rose to my feet. Before I rose to my feet, her shrugged and smiled.My face contorted into an angry expression. My fists balled. She knew what she doing… maybe she was among Robin's plan to get me to cheat on my wife. Being seperated from my wife was one of the fatest ways to make me weak and he must sensed and was willing to capitalize on it. He used Rosa instead, she should be ashamed of herself for letting Robin use her like this. I looked over my shoulders once more as I tried to search for my wife, instead I was met with Rosa's stu
I could feel the bass pulsing through my chest before we even stepped inside. The club was packed—neon lights cutting across the room like strobe knives, bodies grinding, drinks spilling, laughter rising in waves. I didn’t want to be here. Not really. But Stefano said he needed a night to forget, to feel powerful again, to remind the city that he hadn’t fallen off the throne they all thought he’d abandoned.He looked sharp—raven black suit, no tie, top two buttons undone. The kind of look that made people turn. The kind that reminded you he owned the room even before he spoke.But me? I felt like a footnote tonight. A pretty shadow in heels.We walked in, his hand on the small of my back. The warmth of it used to make me feel chosen. Now it just felt... routine. Decorative. Like I was another piece of the wardrobe.The place was loud. Lights flickering like memories I didn’t want. We got a private table—of course we did. Everything in Stefano’s life came with exclusivity, even when it
Standing at the archway between the kitchen and the living room, I sense Stefano’s tension the instant he steps through our front door. He closes the door a little too hard behind him, and the sound echoes through the quiet house. I stop what I’m doing and carefully slide the towel from my hands, my breathing catching at the weight of him. My husband’s shoulders droop under a burden I cannot see, and already I can feel the tight, anxious ache swirling in my chest.“It’s been a long day,” I whisper, though I don’t even have to say it. I know the weariness in the slump of his shoulders, in the way his tie is undone and his jacket hangs limply from his forearm. I reach out to brush a fingertip over the stubble on his cheek. He stands motionless in the hallway, eyes unfocused and distant. I imagine the ghosts of the day’s battles swirling in his mind. Even before he speaks, I know I need to reach him—now.Slowly, I close the distance between us. Before I can even think, my arms slide arou
Stefano was back home and we had to talk about this.“What's wrong with you? You have been acting all distant and aloof and it's killing me slowly.” I said, holding his hands as he slowly looked back at me with his eyes lost."I'm fine. Stop worrying yourself about me, go to bed, I will join you later when I'm sleepy.” Stefano said, bringing up a fake smile..“No! I will not! You need to tell me what's wrong with you? You can't be suffering alone when you can tell me what's wrong and we can solve it together. Or do you think I'm dumb or not hit enough to be with you? Are you tired of me?" I asked, dreading his response.He snapped his head back like I had said the most ridiculous stuff he have ever heard. I got startled by his abrupt movements, I could see anger in his eyes, clouded with disbelief.Why?“How dare you say something like that? I can never be tired of you and I won't.I yearn for you and I would never want to live a second without the thought of you not being mine or
Just after we got out, I glanced at Tomasso briefly as we stepped out the car. His face was hard to read, like he was trying not to show anything. My heart was beating fast, like I didn’t know what was about to happen even though I had prepared myself for it.“Just try your best to smile at him okay?” I said to him, resting my hand lightly on his arm.He didn’t respond right away. Just nodded a bit and looked down at his shoes. I could tell he was nervous. Even if he didn’t want to admit it.I turned to Marco, who was already getting out from the driver’s side. “Marco,” I called gently, stopping him before he could come around.“Yeah?” he asked.“Please, just stay in the car,” I told him. “I don’t want you to see all this. It’s messy… you know, family stuff. I just want to deal with it alone.”He looked like he wanted to argue but then sighed and nodded. “Alright. I’ll be right here.”“Thanks,” I whispered before turning back to the gate.Tomasso stood by the entrance, his arms crosse
Marco drove quietly, both hands on the wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead like it was the only thing that mattered. I sat in the front seat while Tomasso was at the back, earphones plugged in, head resting on the window. He hadn’t said much since we got in the car. Just a quiet “morning” to Marco and nothing else.The road was calm, barely any traffic. The sun was already out but not too hot. Light poured through the trees lining both sides of the road, dancing on the windshield like soft glitter. It was peaceful in a way that made everything feel heavier somehow. Like silence was stretching itself too wide.I kept stealing glances at Tomasso through the side mirror. His eyes were open, staring out at the road like he was somewhere else. Maybe in his head, maybe in the past. I didn’t know. I could only imagine what was going through his mind.We passed a small lake, the kind people always stopped by to take pictures. The water looked still, untouched, like nothing ever happened t