Massimo didn't look up as Aria returned to the office. She walked up to him and examined his injuries—superficial things he barely even felt.Aria looked at him with pity. "You poor thing," she cooed. "Your doctor didn't even bandage your cut—let me help you."Aria wouldn't hear any of Massimo's pro
As soon as the words left Elena's mouth, her anger started to leave her. Why was she calling out her friend like this? Outside of her husband's own house?Didn't Elena have any shame or tact? She was better than this."Aria, listen," Elena began, ready to apologize, "I didn't mean—"Aria burst out l
Elena stared at her roommate Aria. Why was she at the Ferraro estate in the middle of the night?But Elena immediately chides herself. Aria is Massimo's husband—she must have been to his home before. And, as his wife, Aria can come and go as she pleases.It's Elena who shouldn't be here.Had Elena r
Massimo's voice had almost sounded afraid.Elena quickly got dressed, grabbed her medical bag, and caught a taxi to the Ferraro estate. It was eerily quiet as she ran through the mansion. She didn't see a single mafia man or servant.Elena opened the doors to Massimo's office and was greeted by a gr
Elena knew she had a nasty habit of throwing herself into her work whenever anything went wrong. But it was easy to avoid her roommate under the guise of odd work shifts. Plus, Massimo really was keeping her busy!And it wasn't that Elena had a good reason to avoid her roommate—in fact, Elena knew s
"Not skilled?" Massimo repeated, clearly amused. "You wound me, Elena.""She tells it how it is," Aria interjected. "Don't be fooled by her smile. Oh, look, the next course is coming out!"Things might have gone well if the conversation had ended there. But between the rich food and abundance of alc