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Alessandro’s pov: “We’re at the brand launch event of Amber Bianchi, a well-established businesswoman, three-time Best Artist Award winner, successful art gallery owner with ten branches across the globe, and the wife of Alessandro Bianchi. The name, one that everyone has anticipated eagerly…It is Guns and Brushes.” I smile to myself as I turn off the TV. Not only because of how proud I am to be called her husband but also because of the brand name. Damn, this woman can stay far away from me and still make my heart flutter like never before. My phone rings. “Alessandro…My birthday is in two days, how’s the party organization coming along?” Bianca asks. “Hello to you too, my sister. And about that, everything is going very well,” I tell her. “How’s Amber?” I question. “She’s a little lonely, but she’s a strong woman, so she can live without you,” Bianca chuckles. “I know, I know,” I sigh. Bianca has been updating me about Amber, so I never slack on any detail, for the past four mon

Amber’s pov: My head hurts. I am unable to open my eyes. I trace my lips…Dried saliva and swollen. My eyes open. I see Alessandro next to me; naked. No. No. I recall a few moments from last night. No. I told him that I…I love him. I plant my palm on my face. Sheesh. My legs and my whole lower body feel sore. Ugh, I better take a shower…I’ll deal with him later. As the water flows against my body, I think about last night and a wave of satisfaction washes over me. It felt good. So good. I missed him so much. I wrap myself in a towel and walk out. I look at myself in the mirror. There are hickeys near my belly button. I quickly cover them up with foundation. After dressing up, I turn to look at him. He looks like he’s at peace. He’s sleeping like an angel. But I need to wake him up, he needs to leave. Last night was a mistake. A good mistake, but it can’t happen again. Not until he apologizes to me and changes my stubborn mind. Two years is a long time, it’s the least that I de

Alessandro’s pov: My ears take note of the sound of the waves brushing ashore before my eyes open. As beautiful as the scene in front of my eyes is, waking up to her every day would be a blessing. Last night, she told me that she wanted to take things slow, and I respect that. The last time, we did everything in the reverse order of what is considered normal but this time, we’ll do it properly. I will ask her out on a date this week. “Ken,” I ring him up, “Thank you for yesterday’s arrangement.” Then, I get on with the day’s usual regime. Thursday “Amber, that was mind-blowing. All your hard work has paid off. This will be known as your best walk,” Liam tells Amber as she enters the backstage area. “Liam’s right, that was incredible, Mrs. Bianchi,” the head of the organizers, Vera Haldez tells her. “I always save the best for the last,” Amber utters, laughing. “It hurts me to know that this is where our journey ends…I wish you’d have agreed to extend the contract,” Vera expr

Amber’s eyes are quick to betray her, and the waterworks fill up, she believes him, but she doesn’t trust her. However, she doesn’t budge, curious to see what happens next. Alessandro frowns at Julia, growling, “You’re with him, at least learn to stay loyal.” She chuckles, asking, “How can I when you’re single again?” “Julia, stay within your limits,” Alessandro pushes himself away from her ordering, “Get out.” Harlow enters the scene, “Amber!” He greets her with a cunning smirk. Amber turns her attention to Harlow and Alessandro walks up to her. “So, you’re back in my little brother’s life, to ruin everything once again,” Harlow snarls. Amber rolls her eyes, saying, “I guess you’ve got some catching up to do.” Harlow chuckles, “I know that you’re innocent or whatever, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re not right for Alessandro.” “Harlow, you don’t decide who’s right or wrong for me. She’s my choice,” Alessandro chimes in. “Whatever, she burnt you once, it’s not long unt

Amber’s pov: “Over my dead body,” a low guttural voice asserts its dominance. Then, before I could comprehend what was going on, a hole formed in between the man’s eyes, and blood leaked out of it. His soul left his body right in front of me. I sink to the ground, but a pair of strong hands hold me right before I hit the bottom. “Tesoro, it’s okay, I’m here,” his whispers reassure and so do his strong arms. “Ale…Alessandro…” Only sobs leave my throat and water flows down my cheek, “Was that…Santino Martino?” “It was his brother, they look strikingly similar,” Alessandro says, scooping me up in his arms and leading me into the light, once again. He carries me to the car and takes me home. “What did he want?” My voice was still shaky. “I’ve got no idea,” Alessandro holds me close, asking, “Are you okay?” I nod, feeling better with every passing minute between his arms. Then, we enter my flat. His body still supporting me. “Stay with me tonight, Alessandro,” I request. “That goes