Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Offer: Love Me - Hate Me: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Danielle After making the pact that he wouldn’t go on a rampage when I tell him the truth and not withhold anything, I took a deep breath and let go of everything. Even if he was freaking me out as he listened to me with clenched teeth and a destructive expression, he let me recite my tale without any interruption. By the moment I got to the last few days and just finished telling him how my brother had reopened the wounds he had inflicted on me a few days before with a fiery knife, I could literally feel his rage rolling off him in waves. He pressed his hands together, bringing them to his lips before taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. I gave him a moment to ease down, but he gestured to me to continue. “It can’t possibly get much worse than that!” he growls, making me purse my lips. “I can’t fucking believe this,” he groans, shifting in his seat to prop his arm onto his knees. “Danielle, why the hell didn’t you tell me about this?” Lifting my finger, I stop his angry r

Danielle “Here,” he says casually, passing me the card he took out of the envelope. “I guess you will need that.” I laugh as I take the key. “Oh, so you won’t keep me locked up in your fancy castle?” “Not unless you want me to,” he jokes, getting out of the car. I put the key into my wallet and follow him to the elevators. “Not really, no. I’m so close to getting my degree, but afterwards, I don’t care.” “Don’t give me strange ideas, Danielle.” He grins at me, making me chuckle. He lets me open the apartment with my new key to check once again if it works and as I close the door behind us, I still can’t shake the feeling off that something just feels awkward. “Are we going out for lunch?” I try to ease up the situation and he nods, not really helping me. “If you want to.” Stepping into my way as I’m about to make a beeline to the wardrobe and change into something else, he makes my heart halt in my chest. “But I have to show you something first. Come with me.” I follow him th

Giovanni - 2 years ago I pull at my sleeves again as I change the way I’m leaning against the car yet another time.This is ridiculous.Taking a deep sigh, I pull out my phone, clicking my tongue as I find a message from Federica on it. I scoff, deleting the text after having read her usual nonsense blabbering and clearing my throat as I straighten myself. Feeling like my tie is suffocating me, I figure that I’m looking like a total loser anyway and strip it off me, opening the first button of my shirt.Throwing my tie into my car, I check my clock again.Maybe it’s better if I wait for her inside.I take a deep breath and start walking but after a few steps, I decide otherwise. Luckily, I haven’t turned around yet as I see Danielle walking out of the airport with a trolley. A fancy duffle bag is draped around its handle as she pushes it, looking around curiously.She looks breathtakingly beautiful. Even more stunning than what my love-sick brain remembered. Her creamy skin has a

Danielle As I crack up his face morphs into a full frown and I stop wiping a tear. “Weren’t you joking? You have to be joking!” “Why should I be joking about something like that, Danielle? Just what kind of asshole do you think I actually am?!” He growls as I push out a deep breath to calm myself.“You can’t be serious. You would buy me a house?” His frown deepens and finally convinces me he is dead serious. “I didn’t say I’d buy you a house. I’d buy us a house. Don’t you want the child’s father to be around?” I’m honestly taken aback by his words and at how much thought he seems to have already put into this. “You don’t have to play family to be there for a child,” I say, forcing up a smile and seeing how his expression falls, his face distorting in rage.Oh, no. I guess that was the wrong thing to say. “Play family?” He doesn’t even try to cover up the anger in his voice, making me regret my words instantly. But before I can utter my apology, he is already engrossed back in

Danielle I enter the dark apartment and turn on the lights as I slip out of my shoes. Stepping down the stairs, I walk into the living room just to get scared the living daylights out of me. “What the -?!” Giovanni is sitting in the corner of the couch, sipping an amber liquid out of a crystal glass. “Why are you sitting in the dark?“ I ask him as I take a few steps closer to him. He smiles at me evilly, and I shudder. But maybe he just finds it funny that this is the first thing I’m asking while he is covered in blood. It splatters his white shirt clinging to his broad chest and he even has a few drops on his face. “Oh, my God, Gio. What happened?” His smile brightens as he puts a finger on his lips, chuckling as if it was a secret. My heartbeat picks up its pace, as this action is highly disturbing. I remember the Joker vibes I got from Domenico, but thinking of it, that was like being with an angry baby kitten in comparison with what I’m feeling now. Instinctively, I ta