Moan My Name!!Karissa's POV."Let's leave, Now!" Marcello instructed as he rushed to the wardrobe to pack his stuff without explaining his statement to me."Why? What is happening?" I asked with a curious look at him."No questions, Karissa… let's just get out of this place!!" His words kept resounding in my ears like he was still repeating them as I laid on my bed with my face turned to the roof.'What must have made him want to leave Italy in such a hurry?' I thought to myself inwardly with a heavy sigh escaping my lips.I was still lost in trance when suddenly, the door opened to Marcello who had gone out to help Sarah.I turned to the left side of the bed, just to ignore him or avoid looking at his face and I bet he noticed it."Karissa? You've been mute since we left the house, what seems to be wrong with you?" Marcello inquired the second he came into the room with our luggage in his hands.He dropped them on the ground, close to the wardrobe before climbing on the bed, where

His Text….(What Do You Think You Are Doing With My Phone?").Karissa's POV."What?? What did you just say?" I questioned with my eyes bulging out as fear gripped my soul.Kristina's tone sounded so serious that I couldn't even move a finger knowing what she was capable of doing."You heard me right Karissa… I'm telling Marcello this second who you truly are, my dear clone." She sneered, threatening me even more."That you are nothing but a desperate lady wanting to take over her sister's husband!!" Kristina announced, putting me in a more uncomfortable situation.'If Marcello knew about me, then I was sure dead. I shouldn't have fallen in love with him, now Kristina knows…' I said Inwardly as I trembled in terror sitting on the bed."What the hell do you want from me Kristina? What do you ..." I was going to ask but then, she ended the call right before my words could escape my lips.It was as though she had made up her mind to get rid of me, forgetting that I was doing this for her,

Let Me Ease Your Pain.Karissa's POV."Blood!!!" I screamed the second my room door was opened to Marcello who had just returned from wherever he went to after sending Sarah and I out of the car at the airport."Marcello?" I called out in fear as I gazed at him with my eyes bulging out.With blood stains all over his body, including his face and his hands mainly, I stared at my husband standing still for a second with his gaze locked into mine."What happened to you?" I asked this time, looking scared and worried that he must have injured himself wherever he and Vincent went off to.The last time, they came back home looking all weak and shaggy. Now, he had blood stains all over his body.I immediately went closer to where he was standing and looking all rough. I placed my hand on every part of his body to know if he was really okay, considering the fact that he had refused to leave the spot where he was standing.He resisted himself from making a groaning sound as I touched him and i

Going To Save My Wife.Marcello's POV."The company must survive with or without the sales representatives!!" "I don't agree, Marcello… the sales reps are all we have to help the company!" I was in the conference room, trying to focus on the company's sales that had dropped and the few sales that increased when I just couldn't help but turn on my phone.I had switched it off at first just to avoid calls from coming in or being bothered by others.But the unserious arguments that kept going on in the conference room were becoming so unbearable and boring.The second I had my phone turned on, I saw a call from an unknown contact.It didn't look like Karissa's number so I had to ignore it and let it vibrate all it could.Thinking it would stop, it just didn't. I bet the owner of the contact wasn't ready to stop calling."Call all you wish!" I scoffed, with my eyes rolling in disgust.I was going to keep ignoring the calls when suddenly, my phone vibrated again and this time, it was une

The Devil Doesn't Bargain.Marcello's POV.**************One week later…. "Marcello is seen in his study room, looking all cold and quiet, but yet lost in his thoughts and buried in fury…" ******"She isn't Crippled" (clicks..).Relaxing on my executive couch and sipping my wine from my transparent but yet portable wine cup, I thought about what would become of me now that I knew the truth about Karissa."I shouldn't have stopped investigating back then!" I heaved a heavy sigh as I stared endlessly at the table that was placed before me.Still trying to fix or place the right pegs into the right holes and know what to do, Vincent walked into the sitting room with a bold but yet unhappy aura all over him."...." I refused to utter a word to him as I drummed the edge of my couch with my fingers."She has been in the hospital for over three days now, don't you think it is time for you to go see her, Sir Marcello?" He asked, making me wonder what I was to him.He had spoken up to me