Novel & Cerita Now Suddenly You're Asking For It Back

A solution to all my problems without him really knowing about it. " Leonardo... I wanted to ask you... I wanted to ask you to take me back to your apartment." I request him in a soft tone. This is it. If I am back in his apartment, I will be away from that jerk. And he won't get a chance to exploit me again But he looks at me suspiciously." Why? Why do you suddenly want to go back to my apartment?"

“Ciara was stupid. I’ll give you that. But I’m not. I know how to vanish. And I know how to come back.” My hand trembled as I clutched the phone even harder. “What do you want?” He chuckled. “Isn’t it obvious? I want everything. And when I come back, I’ll take it. Your company. Your reputation. Maybe even a piece of you..."

Madison's eyes widened in an instant. She quickly covered her right wrist with her left hand and shouted defensively, "Stop slandering me! What's one bracelet supposed to prove? Maybe you copied me and secretly bought the same one!" I couldn't help but laugh at how flustered she looked. "Since your memory seems to be a little off, let me remind you. Last month, after you returned from your Jordale trip, you treated that bracelet like a treasure and spent a long time bragging about it to all of us.

I bit down hard on my lip, tugging forcefully at the bracelet until my wrist turned angry red. Dominic anxiously crushed his cigarette. His eyes turned bloodshot as he shouted, "Violet, what the hell are you doing?" I frowned, my eyes brimming with tears I refused to shed. Wasn't it Dominic who had asked me to name the price for my ten years? I'd named it, but now he couldn't bear the cost. "Dominic, let's just pretend we…" "Don't say it!" He lunged forward to silence me, but Lily accidentally tripped him.

He just nodded in agreement. We sat in deafening, awkward silence for several minutes, like two strangers forced to be alone. The only sounds were the couple’s laughter and the lake water splashing with their play. I wished I could go back in time, erase all the wrong decisions we made, and start over. “How was it when you came back? How was fitting in again?” I asked, giving in to curiosity. “You weren’t gone as long, but I imagine a lot had changed.” He looked at me, searching for the right words, studying my face with such interest it unsettled me. If anyone had ever read my expressions so well, it was Marcos.

I’d asked my brother the morning of my shower when we were alone. His forehead crinkled with concern. “I think it means you should change your mind.” “I can’t.” It wasn’t that I hadn’t thought about changing my mind many times; it was that doing so would reflect poorly on Patron and Papá. If I backed out, it was the cartel breaking the deal. If the Italians didn’t follow through, it would be them breaking the deal. Em reached for my elbow. “I have some money. Papá doesn’t know, but I can send you away.”

“I want you back. After all you are still owing me.” I let out a weak laugh. “Cut the crap. We both know this isn’t about the money. You just want control.” He chuckled, low and dark. “There’s no need for games then. Come back to me.” My throat tightened. Words tangled. Silence stretched. “Okay,” I breathed. “Come get me at noon.” I ended the call before I changed my mind. Then I pressed the phone to my forehead and whispered, “What have I done?” --- Back to present.

"I'm asking you for one final chance." She didn't interrupt. "Not to erase what happened." "Not to pretend we never broke." "Not because we're married." "Not because people expect it." "But because..." I swallowed hard. "...I believe two broken people can still choose to build something honest." The tears I'd been holding back finally escaped. "I'm not asking you to forgive me today." "I'm not asking you to love me today." "I'm asking..." My voice trembled. "...if you'll let me keep showing you who I am now."

I answered the call and held the phone to my ear without saying a word. "I can hear your breathing so I know that you are there, Rose," her cutting edge voice broke through the phone. "What is it, mom?" She scoffed and I heard the clinking of a glass in the background. "You know why I am calling and that's why you don't want to pick up your phone, isn't it?" "I don't know what you're talking about mom," I said and jammed my key in the ignition. "You have to get back to Italy," she said, as a matter of fact.

I ask in a calmer tone now, and he bites his lower lip for just a second, like he is contemplating telling me whatever he is about to say. “You think I came back because I wanted to take the pack or start a war?” he asks, and I don't even know what to say. “I came back because of Nova. Maybe you can't tell, but she's the start of something catastrophic. Neither me nor you might be able to stop it.”