Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Series Book #1: The Italian Belle: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Helena's POVWhen my father passed away, Alexander came to the funeral. He couldn't get close to me and it killed me that I couldn't get his comfort... Just to rest my head on his strong shoulder and have him whisper 'it's going to be alright' but that night, he came to me and he comforted me greatly. He risked everything to just be with me that night.Again when my mother passed away, he was there to comfort me yet again.Who will comfort me now that he's dead? Who will let me rest my head on their shoulder and offer the same solace he did?Should I stay away or should I attend the funeral?Alexander didn't have many friends but his funeral has all the important people. Politicians, celebrities and other strangers he wouldn't have wasted a second of his time with. All of them are here to bid farewell to the legendary billionaire and Admiral who preferred the shadows to the l

Hello reader, I would like to thank you for getting this far into the story.  Part 2 is over What an ending! It's sad that Alexander has taken his final bow after trying so much to keep his family safe. Do you think he succeeded in saving his bloodline or is Nate the last Christos? You must wonder, what now? If you still have the heart to go on, the story follows the sixteen year old Marianna as she tries to settle into her new life in a town where she is on her own without her family and friends.  Let's get to it then! So far we have covered  Part 1: Helena's Contract Part 2: The Italian Belle Now we are in Part 3: The English Affair    

Marianna's POVLife has taught me two important lessons. Lesson number one, to keep my head down and lesson my two, to mind my own business. Not meddling in people's affairs keeps me out of trouble. It keeps me separate from drama that could otherwise get my son and I in unnecessary trouble. I did promise his grandfather that I will keep him safe and that is the plan.I stroked the straight blond hair on his head. I have been asked severally if this is my son it I'm just the nanny. One time the police stopped me and asked me for the baby's parents. I had to show the birth certificate and identification for them to let it go. Nicko is pale like his father. My skin tone is a little darker and it's hard to tell we are related. Bluntly put, he's the white kid and I'm the one who looks like a nanny. It's offensive but I have learned to deal with it. I can't change how people choose to view things but I can change my attitude about

Marianna's POV"It fits. It fits." Keller's mom stepped back to look at me. It's something between a mustard color and gold. I'm not sure but it's pretty."Does it communicate properly? Does it look appropriate for a first date?"The last thing I need is to look desperate."How about we get a man's opinion?" She suggested. "I'll get Keller."I let out a sigh taking notice of the young woman in the reflection of the mirror. I think she looks okay. I think even after two years of hardships, she looks okay. If a man like Wayne noticed her in a world with far more beautiful wealthy women, then she's okay."Okay." I straightened out some creases close to the hem just above the knees. The gold shoes don't fit. They are a little lose because they are a size larger. I have stuffed tissues at the front."Wow Maria! You cleanup nice!" Keller looked me

Marianna's POVAfter examining Nicko thoroughly during his bath, I was finally content that he wasn't harmed in any way. I pressed my lips on his forehead. "I'm sorry figlio mio. I shouldn't have left you with her. Mommy has been so worked up looking for you. I know I have also been slicing you out of my life but no more! It's you and me forever kiddo. By the way, I met a man. He was here tonight."It's nursing time. We are lying on the bed. He's sucking away mercilessly as some sort of revenge for not being nursed all day. He must be hungry. He does not like milk in a bottle. Once he threw a tantrum and hit me with the bottle. Now it's just baby food and mama's boobs. Mostly mama's boobs."He's English. English people are from England. I love his accent. I love his deep voice. I love how handsome he is." Nicko paused. He stared at me. "But not like you. You are in a league of your own."He carried on. I stra