Arabella's P.O.V “Then you have to tell me the truth about where you came from, Arabella.” He states. “What else do you want to know, dumbass. I don't know anything else. I grew up in an orphanage and Amelia was my only family. Happy?” I ramble. “Yeah well, I learnt that when you first came to the orphanage you were speaking Italian, explain that.” He commands getting up from his bed to come closer to me. “How am I meant to remember stuff from when I was five? I ask accidentally dropping the plate between us. We both hear as it shatters onto the ground which made my hear skip a bit. “I'm so sorry.” I say, bending down and quickly picking up the pieces. “Stop, you'll cut yourself.” He says following my actions. He was right, I pricked my finger. “Damn it.” I curse under my breath. He grabs my finger and examines it. He helps me up and I follow him to his bathroom. He runs my finger under cold water and grabs some paper towel, turns off the tap and then dabs my finger gently. “I
Last Updated : 2026-04-12 Read more