Matteo scoffs at my question about inviting Victoria before his frown deepens when he realises I am seriously asking him the question.“No. I didn’t.”“What did you say to make her cry?”Matteo’s expression sours."Do you care about her?""What?""I'm asking why you are so curious, amore.""Because..."I bite my lip to keep the words ‘because you looked like lovers’ at bay."If you say you felt jealous, even a little, I will tell you."Matteo says as he faces me fully as if he were offering the deal of a lifetime."So, you want me to lie?"I ask, and he shrugs."I guess then it doesn't matter what we talked about."He is...so petty!Wait…why is he leaning in closer to me?"Stop."I say, pressing my hand to Matteo's wet chest."We still have a while before going to the cable cars, so if you give me something I want, then maybe-""We are not having sex.""Why?""Why do you think? Because we are not in that kind of relationship.”His eyes roll at my explanation as if he doesn’t care for
"Look at that, Mari!”Elizabeth says as she points to the snowy mountains; Luca cranes his neck to see what is being shown.Anyone can tell that she is trying to distract the twins from the tension in the space. I'm thankful for her efforts, but my attention is on Matteo.The entire tour is breathtaking, and it's not snowing too heavily, so our ascension and movement through the mountains is smooth.Perhaps because my mind had been racing for a while, we reached the end of the ride relatively fast.Luckily, the station was different from where we had boarded; even so, because the older woman must have known where we alighted, I found myself praying that we would not meet again—luckily, we didn’t.After a quiet and awkward dinner at a rustic and private restaurant, which was characterised by much silence from Matteo, I finally decided to grab the bull by the horns and ask Elizabeth to take the kids back to the resort for a jacuzzi session that they were discussing vividly while I spoke
"I wanted to kill you."Matteo says while looking right at me.When I pull away from his embrace, his gaze drops to my neck as if he wants to strangle me, too."I wanted so badly to, and I thought about it every single day while you were away, yet none of my fantasies ended with me killing you. Even in my dreams, I would fuck you till you lost every ounce of strength in your body, so I thought, wouldn’t it be fun if I did both, yet…when I saw you, everything came back to me. That I still...loved you. I still…fucking love you."Matteo’s gloved hand reaches for my neck as if mesmerised. I don't stop him as he tries to squeeze my flesh, even as I feel my windpipe constrict, but before any dizziness can claim me, he stops."My heart gets loud when I look at you; it hurts so much when I try to hurt you; even the scar on your shoulder gives me nightmares. I can't even imagine a world without you, but you can. This is all so easy for you."A tear rolls from my eyes at his words. I have been
"What?"I ask, thinking- no, hoping that he meant to say something else."I'm saying, let's get rid of it.""Are you...are you serious, Matteo?"I ask as I pull away from him, but his arms pull me right back into him as if I were not allowed to put distance between us."I am. Olivia, I don't want you to die. I don’t want your life to be at risk because-""I won't- I won't die, okay? We can monitor this. That's what prenatal care is for, and plus, I had twins for my first birth; that’s traumatic for the body, okay? Maybe I needed extra care that I didn’t have time to focus on because of the things going on around me; I don’t know. But hopefully, this time, it's just one child and-""Olivia-"He interrupts while shaking his head as if he didn’t even want to consider what I was saying."Matteo.”I speak before him.“If I can't go through with the abortion because of my own internal motivations, you can't make me.”I say firmly, making sure he understands what I mean.“I stared at those p
"You told him to date other people?"Elizabeth asks with her eyes wide as she helps me arrange the toddlers' lunches."It slipped out. I don't want him to, but...fuck, I don't know."I say frustratedly as I rake my hair.“It just slipped out.”I woke up beating myself up, and now that we are in a moving boat with literally the sea keeping us together, I can’t help but feel even more embarrassed because everything reminds me of yesterday."I wish I could take it back."I add in a small voice that makes Elizabeth hum."I bet you do; how did he react?""How do you think he reacted? He was angry. I mean, I guess he was at first, but then he looked a little sad.""Thought so. So, what about mum? If you are pursuing a relationship with Matteo, it might be best to tell her.""Yeah, I know. I want to talk to her when we get back. She has a better sense of boundaries than Matteo.”I finish, and Elizabeth scoffs.“That’s a bad thing; if she were as persistent as Matteo, then you’d have invited h
"Ma-"The name of my daughter staggers on my lips when I see her in Victoria’s arms.I don’t trust her; I don’t trust her not to hurt my child, so when a chilling thickness slithers down my back, I am forced to give into my instincts and stop approaching them at the pace I was using.Instead, I take small steps like a hostage negotiator."What are you doing?"I ask Victoria."I'm thinking of going swimming. I have always wanted to swim in the sea, but every time I try to get the boys to come with me, there is always some sort of interruption, so I thought, why not ask the girls to join me? Don't you want to swim with me, Mari?"Victoria poses the question innocently to Marigold.I applied sunscreen on her, so for the life of me, I don’t understand why she looks so oily when what I used on her offers a matte finish.As if Marigold doesn’t understand the question, she looks between Victoria and me before burying her head where she feels safest on Victoria’s chest.“Are you angry at Mumm
{This part begins after the main story: Chapter One-Zero-Three: Devils.} "No...no...no..."Elizabeth muttered as she searched her suitcase for her notebook.A pink toy caught her attention before she sighed, remembering the trouble sex toys had put her in.It wasn't that exact toy; those two, Mimi and Momo (Yes, she named her sex toys), were forever lost in Christopher's car.This pink vibrating and thrusting dildo was a different toy that was meant to help her get adjusted in the city had she and Olivia succeeded in their escape.Still...the D’Amico brothers...She recalled the number of cars that had surrounded them, the guns aimed at them, and the fact that she watched Olivia get dragged away powerlessly.Elizabeth bit her lip nervously as her hand rubbed her belly.Her phone, which was on the dresser, rang, so she lifted her body to answer it."Hey?"[Were at club typhoon. Are you coming or what?]Drai, her friend, yelled over the music of the club that made Elizabeth visibly crin
{This part takes place after Chapter One-Two-Five: What Reason.}‘No, don't leave!’Elizabeth wanted to scream the words at Olivia's back.Did it make sense for her sister to leave her with her stalker without even glancing back just because her kids fought?Either way, the door closed, and tension hung in the small space.With a sigh, Elizabeth closed the lunch boxes and moved to the door, but Christopher's body remained blocking her."Excuse me? You are the size of an oak tree, move.”“Are you pregnant?”At the abrupt question from Christopher, Elizabeth’s stomach sank.“I’m on birth control. Are you trying to find a way to keep me by your side? Isn’t that too sad?”Christoper removes a box from his back pocket that he places in front of me.A pregnancy test kit.“Let's take the test together.”“This is an invasion of privacy.”He shrugs at my instant response.“I don’t mind watching you pee.”“I do. I mind.”Elizabeth stresses with a frown.She wasn’t sure, but the ghost of a smile