All Chapters of Be Careful With My Heart : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(Massimo)..I PUT THE PHONE down and try to breathe through my nose since I got the call.My mind starts going in a hundred different directions trying to figure out who could’ve done this. For the past five years, we haven't had much trouble with our rivals, let alone enemies. Everything had been running really smoothly and by that I mean both sides of my businesses. By day, I’m the CEO of D’Amato Tech, a billion-dollar company that makes software and runs apps for hospitals and banks. I wear suits, shake hands all day long, and smile for photos. People trust me. They think I made it big all on my own.But at night, it’s different. I run something darker, something I inherited from my father: An underground syndicate that deals with illegal drugs and weapons. It’s risky, but it pays well. I keep the two sides of my life far apart from each other even though one helps the other survive. It’s how we’ve stayed untouchable for years.Until now.Someone broke into container 14A and co

(Pamela)..FOR A SPLIT SECOND, my mind goes completely blank.I expected anything, anything at all, but that. I don't know which surprises me more; the fact that Massimo was married before or that his wife was dead and he had a statue erected in her image.My heart hammers against my chest as I stare at the stone woman's face again. Her features suddenly look somewhat familiar but I can’t seem to place where or when I must have seen her.Sofia watches me carefully, maybe trying to place my reaction. "I'm sorry. I thought you knew.""No," I shake my head, still trying to process this bombshell. "Not at all.”I guess it's partly my fault. I was too engrossed with fighting Massimo at every given chance to even know who he really was. Maybe if I'd actually done proper research on him, I would have come across this delicate information and not be taken by surprise.But as always, I hadn’t done that or any of the sort.There's a strange tightness in my throat that I can't explain. Why sho

(Pamela)..THE MOMENT I'M DREADING is finally here.“Dinner will soon be served, madam,” the maid announces at the door, with a polite smile. “At exactly 7 p.m sharp.”I can feel my heart beat spike up against my chest. There is no running away from it now. I have to be prepared for all the questions that the Contessa will throw my way at the dinner table. As well as the others.I wonder if I can skip the dinner altogether and eat in my roomWould that be allowed?“Thank you,”I tell the maid with a weary smile of my own.A hint of surprise crosses her face and quickly disappears as soon as it came. I have a feeling that she doesn't receive a lot of “Thank you's” since she started working here.To my surprise, the maid begin to move toward the closet of the large guest room that I'll be staying in for the rest of the weekend. It's a very gorgeous room, but it looks more of an Airbnb than an actual bedroom. “What are you doing?” I ask. “We need to get you ready for the dinner.”I si

(Massimo)..DINNER ENDED UP BEING a disastrous affair. I should have expected it. The deadly combination of my mother and my ex-girlfriend Katrina, can scare any poor woman out of her mind. They didn't have any mercy on Pamela with the subtle shade, and I had to step in over and over again, before things escalated.“So what do you do in your spare time?” My mother poses as a harmless question when her interior motive is to see if Pamela had any redeeming qualities beyond being my wife.Fortunately, Pamela doesn't read the room quickly enough. “Oh, I read,” she answers in a steady voice. “And I paint as well. Not always but I make time every once in a while.”“Paint?” My mother's eyebrows are raised in disappointment. “How … interesting.”Katrina snorts into her drink.I shoot her a glare before turning back to my mother. “Not everyone is blessed with artistic skills, I must say. I spent years trying to learn to paint but it never worked out for me. Pamela is indeed very lucky

(Massimo)..THE LINE RINGS three times before the man on the other end picks it up."Yes?" His voice is a bit cautious. In this line of business, you need to be careful who you speak with or you'll risk getting into a whole lot of trouble."It's me, Massimo," I say, pressing my hand to my forehead as I feel the migraine slowly creeping in. "We need to talk."Giuseppe's breath hitches. I haven't spoken to him since that night in Milan two years ago when everything went to hell. But he still has the connections I need right now so he has no choice but to put our differences aside and cooperate."This isn't a good time, Massimo.""Marco's betrayed us." I don't waste time with pleasantries. "I need to know who he's working for immediately."The silence on the other end stretches long enough that I wonder if he's hung up. Then, his raspy voice I've learned to tolerate fills my ears. "Shit. Are you sure?""Am I sure?” My bile in my voice is enough to send him spiralling. “I've got the m