Riccardo's POV. I was so wrapped up in my work that I already lost track of time. I had so much to do. I didn't get anything done while I was in New York so I kind of expected the work to have piled up but I didn't expect it to be this much. It is something I can get done if I decide not to get any sleep this night but unfortunately, I can't do that, I hardly closed my eyes on the plane earlier so I do need this sleep. A particular report is a headache though. According to the report here, we have little to no ammunition left in the storage room and that is a major problem. I have to see the fellow in charge of the ammunition storage first thing tomorrow morning. I have said it many times without a number. You don't wait for us to run out of weapons completely before you make a damn report about it. I guess I have been lenient with these people and that is why they have been slow to do their work properly. I will have to make one person a scapegoat for the rest of them to see what h

Emilia's POV. It has been close to three weeks since we have been in Italy and my stance about being here has not changed in any way. I have barely seen Riccardo for two weeks now, what am I even saying, I don't recall seeing him since the last time we went shopping with Aria and trust me if I had seen him, I would surely remember. I have been spending a lot of time with Aria, we mostly just amuse ourselves with whatever we can find inside the house since Riccardo had given his men strict orders to keep us within the property. I have yet to set my eyes on him and that is the only reason he hasn't heard my thoughts on being locked in like a rebellious kid. We didn't end up hiring any nanny since I am more than capable of taking care of my daughter. I have tried to keep her busy by teaching her some schoolwork and also playing all sorts of games with her. She wore herself out yesterday cause she insisted on playing hide and seek with me, Roberto, and Raffaele— who was starting to soft

Emilia's POV. "Come on, mummy. Wake up." I woke up to the sound of Aria's voice and she was trying to shake me awake. I groaned and rolled over. "Mummy." She called again. "Okay okay, fine. I am up." I told her and she giggled while I was forcing myself to get out of bed. She was still talking about only God knows what when I managed to get out of bed. I don't know how she always wakes up that excited all the time, like all the time. It can't be natural. "Aria if we could just..." I was interrupted by the opening of the door and I was surprised to see Riccardo walk in. The memories of yesterday night came rushing back. That wasn't a dream? I could have sworn that it was a dream. He looked better than he did last night. He looked more like the usual Riccardo. He was smiling at Aria. "Hey, Princess. Come give Daddy a hug." He called but she stood still where she was and was staring at him like he had grown two heads or something. Riccardo wasn't fazed by her lack of response and

Emilia's POV. "You don't want to have sex with me?" He asked after the outburst. I had tried to gauge how he would react to it while I was coming up with them but I definitely didn’t expect him to react that way. It is not as if I don’t want to have sex with him, in fact, I am afraid I might end up wanting that way too much. He doesn’t need to touch me for me to be aware of him. All it takes is just one look from him and he knows how to do that look, that one look that sends my heart racing and makes my palm sweaty. Having sex with him is not a problem, I do want to have sex with him sometimes I think it might even be more than a ‘want’. Sex makes things messy and I don’t need this to get messy. It is already a struggle to keep my heart out of this godforsaken relationship I have with him. Having sex with him will only complicate things. I am afraid that I won’t be able to keep my shit together if I go ahead and have sex with him."Yes, I don't." I answered without hesitation and a

Emilia's POV. "You look really pretty, Mummy," Aria announced for what had to be the one millionth time today. "Thank you, mama," I said. "I would kiss you but..." She shook her head in horror. "No, no. You will ruin your makeup and get lipstick all over my face." She said. I laughed at that. "Right." If you haven't guessed yet. Yes, it is my wedding day. The wedding that I had planned in just one week or even less. I had a lot of help though so it wasn't strenuous and Patricia and Riley, yes, Riley have really helped me a lot through the process. They were more happy and eager than I was about the wedding. Riley has surprisingly been a great friend so far. She is in charge of making all of my dresses and she was the one who styled me today but she stepped out about thirty minutes ago to make sure things are going well. I really don't know what I would do without her here and I am truly grateful that I met her. I only wish Patricia was here today. She couldn't come because she ha