I'm sitting next to Camillo, who approaches and asks, "How are you doing?"When the damn doctor comes and speaks to me, then you can ask me again. I use a low voice so Daisy won't hear me."I'm sorry, but I have faith that Della will survive. She must be tough because she is with you, right?" He gives my shoulder a little tap."You contacted my parents and told them about Della getting kidnapped," I say as I raise an eyebrow at him. Instead of asking a question, I stated.Yes, it just kind of slipped out when your mom called to check in on everyone, he says uneasily while rubbing the back of his neck.Sort of? I ponder."Considering the way your mother is, She will continue interrogating us if she senses that we are acting suspiciously until she discovers what we are trying to hide." He suddenly speaks out loud."Ah, I see. You are correct." I concur.Everyone is still awaiting word from a doctor about Della and the progress of her surgery after several hours have passed.Who is with
Della's POV What in the world is happening? Nothing can be heard by me. It sounds similar to when something bursts next to you and all you hear is a loud bang.My vision is crystal clear, but the voices are not yet audible.I'm in an operating room, watching while medical professionals yell and shock my heart with paddles."Hello?!" I shout, but no one responds. "Why are you treating me like that?!" My eyes were on the verge of crying, but I willed them to hold back.My voice echoes back to me when I talk.Why am I not right? I ask as I begin to cry, my vision becoming clouded by my tears."Charge!" Male surgeon shouts.Before he declares "Clear," someone charges the paddles.He shocks my heart as everyone removes their hands from my body.Charge once more! When nothing changes, he informs them."Clear!"Beeeeep!"Doctor, she's gone." A lady standing to the left of the surgeon says.The male surgeon sighs before looking at the clock on the wall, "Time of death..""No." I run my hands
Alessandro's POV* Three Weeks Earlier *She will be alright, son, I promise. My father says gently.You're not so sure of that! I respond by yelling back and throwing a wheelchair against the wall after grabbing it from the hallway.After brushing my hair, I dash back to the waiting area to retrieve Daisy and bring her home.I have no idea what will happen, and I am aware that I ought to be here with her to wait and see if she will be okay, but I just.. can't. I don't believe I am powerful enough.While I ought to be, I'm not. She weakens me in a way that nobody else can.Let's go, princess. As I take her from one of the hospital's large recliners and cradle her in one of my arms, I murmur quietly.She places her head on my shoulder, and I wrap her in her blanket to keep her warm.Where are you headed? My mother inquires as I take everything belonging to Daisy in my other hand."We're leaving and returning tomorrow. Daisy must sleep, whatever. She needs to sleep in a bed to be comfor
Alessandro's POV"Alessandro, man, relax." Dario remarks as he crosses his arms in front of my office door and waits to see what I'll do next.Please don't tell me to calm down! I yell back while turning my desk over. "It's not right," I crash to the ground after punching the wall. It's unfair that our child was taken away while the other woman kept hers.Dario sighs and comes over to me, kneeling next to me. I understand, man, and I'm sad you had to experience this.I shoo him away from me and rise up, yelling, "No you're not." at him.He appears surprised by what I said, but he immediately gets over it and gets to his feet, asking, "What the heck are you talking about?""Even Della doesn't appeal to you. Don't you dare tell me you're sorry when you're not; granted, I have no influence over how anyone feels about others." I snarl low and say, clenching my fists but keeping them by my side.He turns to face the wall and wipes his face before turning to face me. "Look, I understand tha
Alessandro's POVAs I walk down the hall to get to Della's room, I see a woman coming out of her room in the distance.I slow down my steps and see her leaning against the wall next to Della's door and taking a deep breath. She runs her hand through her hair and leans her elbows against the wall.When I get closer to her, I open my mouth to ask who she is and how she knows Della, but her phone rings before I can. I slow down even more and pull out my own phone so it looks like I'm not about to listen in on her conversation."What do you want?" She asks whoever she's on the phone with who they are.She waits until the other person is done talking before she starts talking again. "I've already told you that I'm visiting a friend in the hospital."The other person says something else to her that makes her roll her eyes and grunt"No, you don't have to come. I am going to the mall, so I won't be home for a while.I'll take a cab."She takes a deep breath, then pushes herself off the wall
Della's POV I let myself stay in Alessandro's arms while my tears fell freely from my eyes. I can't believe I was pregnant... with Alessandro's child.We made a baby together, but he or she was taken away from us before we even knew we were pregnant.Bad things have happened to me my whole life, and each time is worse than the last. I feel like God is trying to punish me, but I don't understand why.Then it hit me like a slap in the face: we hadn't lost our baby. Our baby died because of that stupid crazy fruit.All of my sadness turned into anger in an instant. I'm mad at that whore because she killed our child. I'm mad at Alessandro because he started dating her in the first place.I'm mad at myself because I didn't fight hard enough to get out of that place before anything bad could have happened.Like I've said before, I can be nice when I want to be, but if you hurt me or someone I care about, I'll be a real bitch.She didn't just bother someone I care about; she killed someone
Della's POVI can't believe it as I stand here in the kitchen with my mouth open. Apricot's head is still turned to the side because Ann gave her a bitch slap.I can see Ann putting her hair in a messy bun out of the corner of my eye. I'm sure that means she's about to fight fruity pebbles over here.I don't even know what to do or if I should be doing anything at all."What the hell are you doing?!" Apricot yells at Annabella when she finally gets over the shock.I close my eyes a few times and watch as Ann takes off her rings, except for her wedding ring."I don't know what the fuck you're doing here in the kitchen, but I guess it's good that you are, because now I can finally do what I’ve always wanted to do to you." Ann puts almost all her rings on the counter behind her, then walks back up to Apricot and hits her right in the nose with a punch.Apricot screams and covers her face with her arms as Ann keeps throwing punch after punch. If my hand wasn't broken and I didn't have all
Camillo’s POVAfter leaving Apricot, I head back to the living room. Gerardo looks up when I walk in, whispers something into his phone, and then hangs up with whoever he was talking to."Who were you on the phone with?" I ask as I sit down again next to him on the couch.He puts his phone away and doesn't look at me. "No one important," he says."You're like my brother because I've known you since we were both six years old. Do you really think I can't tell you're lying?" I ask with an eyebrow raised."Where are Luca and Nat?" he sighs. He asks, but doesn't answer my question.I slump back on the couch after deciding to let it go "Luca and Double D were in Luca's room while Nat is in the shower.""DeeDee? Did she again bring donuts?" Gerardo says this as he gets up from the couch."I don't know, but if she brought them, they should be in the kitchen," I say, shrugging my shoulders.He gives a nod, "Okay, I'll go get some for us. This time, she should have brought some chocolate ones.