Lahat ng Kabanata ng Scarred By The Ferraro Brothers : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 28

Chapter 22Milan, Italy.AlinaArcher shoots me a wide grin and I roll my eyes, pulling out a seat in front of him.He beckons on a waiter as I sit down, clutching his phone tightly. The way he’s grinning from ear to ear is shocking and mesmerizing at the same time.Archer isn’t the kind of man who likes to smile with all his teeth or does it ever reaches his eyes unless we’re talking about ourselves. But his smile today is quite very different and I’m a bit worried.“What would you like?” He asks when the waiter makes it to our table.My eyes dart between him and the young server, a curious smile forming on my lips. “A cannolo and a cup of tea is fine, thank you.”Archer clicks away on his phone as I say out my order.“What’s going on with you?” I ask as soon as the waiter leaves, dropping my bag on the table.He looks up at with another wide grin and shakes his head, leaning into the chair as he flicks his phone with his fingers. I rest my elbows on top of the table and fold the bac

Chapter 24Milan, Italy.AlinaI run my fingers through my hair in frustration, grabbing a handful and screaming into the pillow for a few seconds until my voice threatens to crack. Pulling my face out of the pillow, I let go of my hair and sit upright, smoothening it with a palm as a soft sigh escapes my lips.Luckily enough for me, Archer got a work call and har to leave right before I can racking my brain for an answer, giving me the opportunity to escape the moment. He didn’t leave without a threat, scheduling the talk for another time.It’s been a few hours since I got back into this house and ready to confront Adrian, but he left immediately he dropped me off, leaving me with pent up anger and frustration. I peel the covers off my body and swing my legs on the edge of the bed, walking over to the vanity table to grab my phone before heading out of the room, stomping harshly on the stairs as I make my way down to the kitchen. The clanking of pots rings through the empty space of

Chapter 26Milan, Italy.Alina.A sharp bolt of pain attacks my head when I try to open my eyes and I wince, clutching my head with both palms. I groan and bite my lower lips as I push the covers off me with my legs and rise up in a sitting position.I find the edge of the bed and swing my legs over it, shutting my eyes tightly when another ache throbs my head. With a loud exhale, I open my eyes, blinking severally to clear the haze in my vision. I’m in my room and there’s nothing out of the ordinary except for the splitting headache threatening to put me out completely.Standing up from the bed, I maneuver my way into the bathroom and splash water on my face, drawing in a sharp breath as the cold zaps through me. I stare at my reflection in the mirror for a brief second, inspecting my disheveled hair and the small redness below my right eye.I look like a mess.My stomach churns and rumbles, bile rising up to my throat. I try to swallow it but it doesn’t work. My chest hitches and I

Chapter 28Milan, Italy.Alina.A headache is starting to form when I finally make it back to the mansion, my vision blurring from the intense lights that’s been hitting them all day.I spot a figure standing in front of the window at the end of the living room but I ignore them, pushing myself through to the the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water. “Welcome, Mrs Ferraro.” I choke on my water, splattering the liquid everywhere and feeling the rush of the cold busting through my body as it slides into my clothes.“Are you okay? Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” The frantic voice says, forcing me to finally turn towards them. With a tired sigh, I slam the half empty bottle on the counter and grab a paper towel to wipe my body before Simone comes back with a towel in hand, fear evident in her eyes.“I—“I shake my head at her with a strained smile, forcing the tears pooling at the corners of my eyes back.“It’s fine, I’m okay.”“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She continues, igno