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Victoria Alessandro isn't the enemy. He isn't the bad guy. He likes you but he doesn't know it yet and he doesn't know how to show it. So he just settles for violence?My head was about to explode from everything Elena had just told me. Could Alessandro really just be a brainwashed and misguided child with a broken childhood?Had I misunderstood his harshness?Elena had no reason to lie to me. She only confided in me about their family's twisted history and sick family tree. My head really is spinning. “Victoria, I need your help with something”. My head whipped to the door of the kitchen as Jasmine stood there with a bland expression asking me, her mortal enemy for help. This must be a really strange day. Was there something in the air?“Me? You're asking me for help?”. I looked around the kitchen before pointing to myself. Is the earth still rotating properly on its axis? Or maybe she hit her head somewhere. Yeah that sounds just about right. “Yes, you Victoria. I need h

Victoria I give up.I completely give up. I haven't felt like myself in a long time since I got pregnant but this morning takes the cake for the worst morning ever. It felt like hell. I felt like shit. I was forcefully awakened by a murderous bout of nausea that sent me jumping right out of bed and running to the toilet in record time so I could empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl. Very fast legs you've got there Victoria.Thankfully, Alessandro sprung into action immediately and held my hair back. I'm very grateful for these little things that he does. It's thoughtful and important. I threw up so bad that I felt like I was going to end up spilling my guts into the toilet bowl and throwing up my heart out of my mouth as well. Yes, it's that serious that's why it needs to be that graphic. I felt like I must have done something to upset my child and that was why I was being punished like this. Punishment, yes. Because that's exactly what it felt like. “Do y

Victoria One of my earliest memories of my life was of the ones where I would be the most shabbily and poorly dressed girl in school. My mom didn't care about me. All she cared about was if there was enough change for her to get high. She was a worthless mother and she is dead to me. I don't want to be around her and I don't want to see her. Ultimately my appearance became the reason for me to be extremely popular at school. I would show up late to school most times because mom was always drunk or high last night and was still sleeping it off while dad was off to work trying to make ends meet. I was always noticed and there were whispers around the hall anytime I walked by. I was seen and known as the weird girl. None of those pairs of eyes that looked at me with disgust and mockery were enough to make me uncomfortable as much as the two pairs of eyes that trapped me in the spot I've been standing in. This was scrutinizing and uncomfortable. I had woken up with only Matteo b

VictoriaWhy did I do that?That was the question that I kept asking myself all night as I turned from side to side while Alessandro worked on something on his computer. He had been as irritable as a teething infant and would ignore me if he thought that I was being annoying. My mind is in the trenches. I can't stop thinking about it. I kissed Valentino today in the library. He kissed me and I kissed him back. I kissed him back because I like him.I like him just as much as he likes me.How is this going to end? Alessandro is definitely going to know about this. What should I do? For now, I didn't feel guilty about it and that is why I was subconsciously touching my lips and going over the events in my head. *************“I like you too”. I said before I felt his lips on mine. My eyes closed instinctively as I felt his hands slowly come up to hold me by my nape. It felt nice. His lips felt soft and warm. I didn't need to think twice before kissing him back. It seemed to en

Victoria Another afternoon. Another boring day to spend lazing around the house and playing with my stepson and good friend Matteo. What? He talks to me all the time now. More like he babbles about things while I try to act like I understand him and respond. Of course I have to do that. It shows respect for the little man's quest for crystal clear eloquence. Truthfully, I don't understand a word he says but I love hearing him learn to talk and watching him learn to walk. He's growing up so fast before my eyes that I always try to capture every beautiful moment of him like this because I know he will not remain like this forever. He'll soon grow and I'll no longer have this little version of him that rubs my tummy with a smile while acting like he is communicating with his sibling who is in there. Who knows? Maybe they understand each other. Babies understand babies, right?. They all speak gibberish baby language. But in this context now, babies talk to fetuses? I think I'm