All Chapters of The Rossi Brothers I — Luciano : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Mariana. I had spent the entire week focused on ensuring my husband was alright. I was there with him during his doctor’s appointment, and we spent the whole week sleeping in his room, sharing a bed. I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept in my own room. Luciano wouldn’t let me leave his side. His feelings were so confusing; one moment he showed me that he didn’t want to fall in love with me, and the next, he acted differently. I tried not to dwell on it too much because I had promised myself I wouldn’t be too bothered by those thoughts. I was determined to give him time to realize his feelings. I know he feels something for me, but he seems to be fighting it so hard. I wonder why he resists the love that so many want to give him. Last night was the first time in weeks that I slept in my own room, and it felt odd without him beside me. I hardly slept because I missed having him wrap his arm around me and kiss me goodnight and good morning. This morning, I got ready to buy so

Mariana. I sat there for a few more minutes before getting up to find the nearest fast food restaurant. It was almost four o'clock, and I hadn’t eaten since noon. I ordered a burger and fries, then sat down to eat because I was hungry. Just because I was suffering from heartbreak and dealing with my husband's infidelity didn’t mean I shouldn’t take care of myself. I had to blink a couple of times to hold back tears; I was in public, and the last thing I wanted was for someone to ask me what was wrong. The place wasn’t very crowded, but there were about six people, including me, in the room. Three men were eating together at one table, and two women were at another. I didn’t bother looking around to ensure I was safe because I felt secure in that environment, so I ate without any doubts. I had barely eaten half of my burger when a shadow appeared beside me. Slowly, I looked up to see one of the men from the next table standing next to me. "Is there something wrong?" he asked. “I’ve

Mariana. Luciano loved me, and there was no other way to put it. I let out a giggle as I held the bedcovers tightly, trying not to let myself get too excited. But I couldn’t help it. It felt good to know that the man I was in love with, the same man I had been waiting for him to acknowledge my feelings and open up to me was also in love with me. It felt good to know that he m wanted me as much as I wanted him, I fell asleep with a bright smile on my face. I couldn’t believe I would get that from the man I had fallen for. I slept with a bright smile on my face. The next time I woke up, someone was gently shaking me. I let out a whimper as I tried to open my eyes; it felt like I was cramped up in a room and I began to panic. What was happening? “Mariana,” a soft voice called. I tried to open my eyes again, but it wasn’t working. Did I go blind? Is that why I couldn’t open my eyes? “It’s okay, it’s just a dream. Open your eyes, butterfly.” His voice was what did it for me. I guess

Mariana. The next time we woke up, it was noon, and lunch had already been prepared downstairs. However, Luciano insisted that we have it upstairs in his room. He had gone downstairs a couple of minutes earlier to get our food, and while he was doing that, I went into the bathroom to relieve myself and gather my scattered hair. Still pretty much naked, I entered the walk-in closet and grabbed a shirt. It was long enough to cover my behind and stopped right at my mid-thighs. A minute later, he returned with a tray, and as soon as the aroma of the food hit my nose, my stomach growled. I was super hungry. Luciano looked up with a smile but paused when he saw me standing in the middle of the room. I frowned slightly and wondered why he was staring at me. “Is… there… something wrong?” I asked. He shook his head, his eyes still glued to my body. If there wasn't anything wrong, then why was he looking at me like that? “You look good in my shirt,” he said, and I smiled again, pleased t

Mariana. “We have to leave, baby.” I heard someone say but I couldn’t see the face clearly. I could tell someone was standing in front of me but I couldn’t see the face clearly, and I couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman. But the voice sounded feminine and I still haven’t been able to recognize it. “Where are we going?” I heard myself asking. I was stunned. I could speak. What was going on? “Let’s go.” Everything suddenly moved from there and the next place I found myself was in the cramped space again. I couldn’t breathe. You have to wake up, Mariana. Wake up. Wake up, Mariana. I let out a loud gasp as I opened my eyes, breathing heavily, and then turned my head to the side only to wince when the headache hit me again. What is going on with me? I rubbed my forehead and frowned when I couldn’t find my husband beside me, I blinked and looked around only to let out a sigh of relief when I saw him on the balcony. I got down from the bed, wrapping the bedsheet a