GiannaBy the time I reached home, I was inevitably drunk. To the point that I could barely see my fingers. I should have never gone on a drinking spree with Teresa. She had super control. I sucked.“Signora, should I help you inside?” my driver asked. I could barely see his face, but I could sense he was worried.“No…th…that wo…won’t be necessa….” I gave him a wave and climbed out of the car, struggling to stay upright on my two feet. The floor seemed to be rising up to my chin as I stumbled inside.Goddamn it. I have to climb up the bloody stairs.I sighed and dragged myself towards the staircase one step at a time. But my feet wobbled and I gasped as my heel twisted, taking my ankle with it.“Fuck…” I cursed, grabbing onto the railing as pain shot through my ankle.“You’re drunk,” I blinked and then gazed up, my heart stopping instantly.Crap.He looked blurred but I didn’t need to see the reaction on his face to realize he was pissed. His voice said enough. Nico stood on the stair
Gianna“I had a call with Bellavanti’s marketing team this morning,” Teresa said, clicking through her slides. “They’re aligning their campaign timeline with the launch so we can cross-promote in both markets. PR’s drafting your feature pitch for Vogue Italia and possibly Elle US. Maximus is really going all out.”I nodded faintly, my eyes fixed on the screen but seeing none of it.“They’re also pushing for a soft launch event in Florence next month. We’ll need to finalize your collection samples by the twentieth if we want them included in the press kits.”“Right,” I murmured, though I couldn’t have repeated a word of what she’d just said.All I could hear were his words.“This is who I am. And if I don’t fit your standards of perfection then maybe…maybe you need to rethink this marriage and decide what you want once again.”Teresa stopped. I didn’t notice until the silence pressed in.“Gi,” she said, frowning. “What’s going on with you? You haven’t said a word.” I blinked, forcing
Maximus “As I said…he has mere months left,” the doctor murmured, glancing at weak-looking Drago sprawled out on the bed. Machines beeped around him, an IV attached to his vein, pouring some piss colored medicine into his veins.“It’s not looking good…” he finished, shaking his head. I exhaled deeply and nodded.“Thank you for caring for him so diligently,” I said. What else was I supposed to say anyway?“Let him rest then,” the doctor muttered. “And make sure that he isn’t too exhilarated or stressed.”“Sure, I will,” I nodded.The doctor gave me a nod and walked out, followed by his assistant. I glanced at the nurses taking care of Drago, and they took the cue and walked out too, leaving me alone with Drago, his nephew Massimo, whom I hated and wh
Nico“Oh…this is so good,” I turned my eyes from the dancing fire in the fireplace, and Gianna stood by the walk-in door, wearing just a knee-length black satin night robe. Her semi-wet golden hair fell all around her shoulders, and my heart pounded in my chest as she smiled at me.“This is cozy,” Gianna smiled, walking over to me. “I have always had a thing for fireplaces.” I watched as the golden flames warmed her face when she leaned closer and smiled in appreciation.We were both soaked to the bones when we got back, so after a quick warm shower, I decided to get the fire going. And it seems like that was a very, very good. Especially with the room bathed in darkness, lit only by the soft, flickering glow of the flames.“What are you wearing?” I finally managed to speak. Gianna turned to me and gave me a salacious grin, licking h
Song: Until I Found You (Stephen Sanchez, Em Beihold) NicoCaleb helped us gear up—thick jackets, gloves, skates. I didn’t even fight the process. I let them both walk me through it. My body was moving on instinct, but my mind was stuck back on Gianna’s words.Just be Nico.What does that even mean?The main lights dimmed further. The rink lit up gently with warm overhead spotlights. Then, a soft tune started to play through the speakers. Something slow. Piano maybe. I didn’t recognize it. But it calmed something inside me.Caleb gave Gianna a quick hug, nodded at me, and quietly left.Now it was just us.“Ready?” she asked, stepping onto the rink like she had done it a hundred times before. I followed cautiously. One foot at a time.The moment the blade of my skate touched the ice, I almost slipped.“Shit&
NicoThe possibility of having a Mole in the Baldocchi mansion meant things had gone too far. And it means no one was safe until we found out who the Mole was.My scalp prickled with rage as I stormed into my study. Before I could stop myself, I grabbed the glass paperweight off the desk and hurled it against the wall, watching it shatter. The sound echoed in the silence. Sharp fragments scattered across the floor, catching the light.I didn’t stop. I swiped everything off the desk—files, pens, a framed photo—sending it all crashing to the ground. The noise didn’t help. It only made the pressure in my chest worse.A mole. Inside my house. The fucking audacity.“Nico!” Gianna was at the door, her eyes wide as she took in the mess that was my study. “Wh…what happened? What is wrong?”“Leave me alone, Gianna…” I hissed, panting with rage as my fingers dug into the oakwood of my desk. “Go away…”“No…I…ouch…fuck…” I whirled around and blinked at the tiny drops of blood on the floor.For fuc