LOGINCici~~~I've sighed so many times during the ride home that Pedro and Otta have stopped asking if I'm okay.The worst part about today is that I didn't even get to do what I went there for.My initial plan was to inspect the house, the storage rooms, my parents' bedroom and everything else for anything that might be missing. I wanted to know what Maya had taken, what she'd left behind.But Jose's appearance threw me off balance. Then the conversation with him and the search of the study consumed whatever time and attention I'd intended to spend investigating the rest of the house.I’m not sure what I expected us to find in that study, but I wanted to find something. I wanted to confirm to myself that I’m not insane for suspecting Maya’s behavior after my family’s death. Then, I was too overwhelmed by everything happening that I couldn’t focus on what she was doing. Now that I can, things aren’t easy.The car pulls up in the driveway and I step out first without waiting for Pedro to
Cici~~~“Do you believe him?” Terry asks, his brows pulled together in suspicion.He arrived a little over ten minutes ago, and I've spent that time telling him everything Jose told me. We moved to the kitchen for more privacy, giving even Jose time to sit with himself.I look over my shoulder, at the door to the kitchen. Then I shrug.“I can’t say. It’s been a while since I last saw him. I don’t know what happened to him in that time, but I’ll say this is worth investigating.”Terry sighs with a slight shake of his head.“What’s wrong?” “I think he might be telling the truth, but I don’t want to make any judgments just yet.” “Really?” He nods.“Maya made an attempt on your life; who knows how far she’ll go, and what she’s hiding?”Terry’s right. But we’re more at a loss here than they are. At this point, the best way to figure out what is happening is to ask them directly. The issue now is that Maya would never confess.Terry slides his hands into his pants. “We’ll search the of
Cici~~~My emotions have been all over the place. Try as I might to get them under control, nothing works. One thought keeps playing over and over in my head like a broken record.‘I would never be with a man who killed my family and treats me like shit.’I’d told myself I wouldn’t think about it, and that Clarissa only said that to rile me up, but I couldn’t throw those words or their effects away. He should be the man I hate the most—and he is. But letting him inside me, being married to him again is a betrayal to my family who pleaded for their lives. He hadn’t even acknowledged them by stepping out of the car that night. He'd stayed inside, watching from the window as their pleas ceased and their bodies fell to the ground.I run my fingers through my hair. “What am I doing?” “Pardon, Signora? You want us to turn around?” Otta asks, staring at me from the rearview mirror.“Huh? No,” I respond clumsily. We’re on our way to my family house. I finally found the motivation to go.
Cici~~~“He does know how to make an entrance, doesn’t he?” Clarissa asks, her voice velvety and soft. I hate to admit it, but she looks good in her peach-colored dress.“I don’t think we’ve officially met,” she says and stretches out her arm to me. For a moment, I do nothing but stare at it.She's the one who could've become Mrs. Vigano instead of me. Had she come into his life earlier, perhaps I would've never been dragged into his. Perhaps that night would've ended differently. Rafe might never have had a reason to marry me, and I wouldn't have spent years living with the consequences of that marriage. I almost hate her for not finding him sooner. Even after I disappeared, she had three years to make him hers, and somehow, she still failed.“What good are you?” The words slip out before I can stop them.“Excuse me?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.I blink, realising I'd actually said that out loud.“Sorry. Intrusive thoughts.”My gaze shifts from her to Rafe who’s now acr
Cici~~~It's been three days, but the only thing I can think about is how the Rossis are going to retaliate—if they're going to retaliate.Before now, everything they'd done had been little accidents. Nothing on this scale. But Rafe's latest move has changed things, and I haven't been able to sleep properly since. Every time I close my eyes, I find myself wondering when they'll strike and who they'll come after next.“Are you okay?” Zarah asks, her brows drawn together. Lifting my eyes from the laptop screen, I look up at her, a brow raised.“You've been staring at your screen for quite some time.”A breath escapes my lips. “I was lost in thought. But I’m okay.”“You sure? Because you were like this yesterday too.”I close my laptop. “I promise you I am. It’s just…” I begin and stop.“What’s wrong?” She probes.“I’m thinking if things get too dangerous, we’ll have to leave.”She inches closer over my desk, her eyes as wide as saucers. “What do you mean?” She looks over her shoulder
Cici~~~Soft jazz plays in the background of the posh restaurant. The savory smell of food wafts through the space, not so overpowering that it chokes, but just enough to make my mouth water.Pedro and Otta are on a table with Zarah, who has already ordered her lunch and is now working on her iPad. “Will that be all?” The waiter at Oliver’s and my table asks. She's a pretty blonde with green eyes fixed on Oliver. Since she arrived, she's looked in my direction only twice.Oliver nods.“For now. We’ll let you know if we need something else.” She smiles before walking away. “Before anything, I just want to start with an apology. I'm sorry again for how I spoke to you last time. You were clearly going through something that night, I should’ve kept my two cents to myself.” I nod. Oliver chuckles.“You know, I felt particularly horrible because I've expressed interest in becoming friends with you, and when you finally gave me an opportunity to be that person, I spent the entire time g







