The Games Of The Heart
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"Yes, we have, but I still want you to stay.” “Stefano, we just finished arguing, and you did not give me a single reason why I should stay, so I am leaving.” “No, you are not,” He says, dangerously coming close to me “Excuse me,” I say, backing up against the wall “You heard me; I won’t let you leave me,” He says as his breath fans my face with every word that comes out of his mouth. “Then give me a reason to stay,” I say, looking down on the ground due to our proximity. I feel shy to look at him with how close we are. *********************************************** Andrea Lopez is a beautiful woman with a wonderful life. Any woman would wish to have her life, but you can't be sure her life is great. Andrea has everything but the one thing she desires most, Love. All she has ever received from Love is pain in return. There is no love in her life, but everything changes when she takes a trip to Italy. She reunites with her first Love, Stefano Costanzo, a cold, ruthless man who hates Love. He would rather pull his heart out of his body than feel Love, but for how long will he hate Love? Will the cold, ruthless man allow himself to love again, or will our Andrea never find Love?
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The Games Of The Heart EPILOGUE
I wake up with a beautiful smile on my face because of the good night's sleep I had. My due date is close, my stomach is so big, it's getting hard to get any good sleep these days, but I was lucky last night.I feel Stefano's hands go around my waist as he pulls me closer to him. He doesn’t open his eyes and buries his nose in my neck. "Morning," I say. "Good morning, Luce del Sol. How was your night?" Stefano asks, removing his head from my neck. "Not bad." "That's good to hear, what time are you leaving?" He asks, using his left hand which has his wedding ring to rub my stomach. It has been two months since Stefano and I got married, yes, got married. Stefano and I got married a month after our trip to his family's private island. He actually planned to propose during the trip, but my custom-made engagement ring wasn’t ready until
The Games Of The Heart I Love You
“Come, let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, releasing me from our hug, as he peels my hands off of him.He captures my hand in his and walks us to my restroom. I fall into a daze as I watch him move. It’s still unbelievable to me that he is alive.He puts the toilet seat down and asks me to sit. Once I am seated, he tries to remove my clothes. “I can do it,” I tell him, but he stops me. “Let me do it,” he says, calmly as I drop my hands, and I allow him. He slowly takes off my blazer and sets it aside. He carefully unbuttons my blouse and takes it off too. “If you take off my clothes, what will I wear?” I ask. “I asked your secretary to get you new clothes while you were shooting Vladimir multiple times.” “You have been here since then. How come I did not notice so
The Games Of The Heart Why Won't You Leave
"Tell me, Fred, how are we doing?" I ask the man Santiago hired to help me ruin Ivan. "We have destroyed a good number of his restaurants here in the US, the Costanzo family is also doing an excellent job with his businesses in Europe, good is what I would say, Ma'am." "That's good to hear, has he visited any of the places we have destroyed?" "No, he hasn't." "None?" I ask, a little shocked. "Yes, none." "That is odd, I am sure it's only a matter of time before he comes out of his hiding place." "I believe so too." "Hopefully soon. We can end here for today. Thank you." "You are welcome, Ma'am," he says walking out of the meeting room.I follow him once I gather my things. I am fifteen weeks pregnant; my belly has grown a littl
The Games Of The Heart Burn All To The Ground
I wake up to a slight headache. I look around me and find myself in my room. "Andrea, how are you feeling?" Aurora says, rushing to my side. "Other than a little headache, I am fine. Please, can I have some water" I say, my throat feeling a little parched. She hands me a glass of water from the nightstand. "Thank you," I say, collecting the glass of water from her hand. "Why do you look like you have been crying," I ask once I finish drinking the cup of water. Her face is red, you can tell from her red nose too. She has been sniffing them a lot. "You don't remember," Andrea says, tearing up. "Remember what," I ask, confused as to what she is talking about. "Stefano is…" she pauses for a second before she continues speaking. "Dead," she says bursting into tears. I freeze on the spot as I realize that what happene
The Games Of The Heart I Don't Believe It
It has been a few days since I saw that horrifying video of Ivan torturing the love of my life. I have been trying to stay healthy for the baby and try not to over-stress my body. It’s hard because every time I remember the video. I end up crying and thinking about the horrors Stefano might be facing in the hands of Ivan. I tried calling the number Ivan used to call me that day, but it never went through. He must have used a burner phone and threw it away once he was done talking to me. I watched the video through a phone Ivan mailed to me because he didn’t want to send it through a means easier to trace it back to him. I might hate him, but he is brilliant. If he emailed it to me or sent it through messages or through social media, it would be easier to track the phone he used, which would lead us to him. The Costanzo family has been doing their best to find Stefano. I still can’t believe he
The Games Of The Heart Stefano
It has been two weeks since I told Stefano I was pregnant. The night I told him I was pregnant, he had me move my things to his penthouse. He has been super protective of me, I know it is because of the baby. He has been excellent throughout my stay at his house. It makes me wish we were together while having our baby. We arrived at the hospital not too long ago. I have already changed into a hospital gown; and we are waiting for the doctor to arrive so that we can have the vaginal ultrasound. "Are we ready?" Doctor Angelina says, walking into the room. She is the English-speaking OB-GYN in Sicily, that Stefano trusts. "Yes, we are," I say and adjust myself a little to become more comfortable in the position I am in. Stefano is beside me, once she starts working on the computers in front of her, he takes my hands in his and gives them a warm squeeze. "
The Games Of The Heart Six Weeks
It has been a few days since I found out I was pregnant. I have been avoiding my parents any time I see them in the house. I am excited to be pregnant, but I don't know if my parents will be happy about it. My dad might be a little angry that Stefano did not wait till marriage to have unprotected sex with me. It is actually not Stefano's fault. Once I got on the pill, Stefano stopped using condoms. The time we traveled to California because of the fire, I didn't take the pills with me, when we rushed to California. I barely took enough clothes with me. I am sure I must have missed a day during the whole trip. I also can't believe my baby survived the beating. I am sure at that point; my little angel hadn’t even formed. I might have only been a few days pregnant. I am so happy I am pregnant, even though Stefano doesn’t want to be with me anymore, I am still glad he is the father of my baby. I walk downstairs
The Games Of The Heart The Games Of The Heart
It is Saturday today. If it was any other Saturday, I would have been on a plane to California, but not today. Today I am at a bookstore trying to find a new book to read to get inspiration for my book. I started spending a lot of my free time writing and reading again. Most of my free time was spent with Stefano. I really miss him. While I am looking through the shelves, I feel my phone vibrating. I check the caller ID, and it’s Aurora. “Hello, Aurora,” I say answering my phone. “How are you doing, Andrea?” She asks, a hint of worry in her voice. Aurora has been a fantastic friend throughout my breakup. The week I moved back to Miami, she spent two weeks with me before going back to Italy. I asked her if she knew why her brother suddenly stopped having feelings for me, she said she does not know.“I am doing great, how are you?”&ldq
The Games Of The Heart It Was Not A Nightmare
I wonder when Santiago will get here. I check the time on my wristwatch, he is a few minutes late. I am meeting him for lunch. It has been a month since I woke up from the coma. I have fully recovered, and I have resumed work. Once the doctor cleared me for flying, I came back home. I couldn't be in a city where my heart got broken. I miss Stefano every day, I cried for weeks missing him, praying he will come back to me. I prayed that day in the hospital was all a bad dream. Every day when I wake up and don't see a text or missed call from him, I remind myself it was not a nightmare. I spend a lot of time at work these days. It helps keep my mind busy. It helps me think about Stefano less. I come back to earth when I see Santiago walking towards me. "Hello, Sis, sorry I am late," Santiago says, taking his seat across from me. "It's fine; you are always late," I say, chuckling. "I know, but I need to chan
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