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he added with a smirk. I pursed my lips, not wanting to admit that he was right. I could never make sense of Matteo Vitale. He was the only one to ever give me a nickname. Well, two nicknames—Ari and Nutella girl. I didn’t know how I felt about that. I brushed my fingers through the soft grass, its waxy blades tickling my palms. “How do you know?” I asked finally. “How do I know what?” I pursed my lips. “How do you know they shine for me?”

Yvonne felt regretful at that moment. “Oh, these two lovebirds had even started to flirt with each other. Do you two think that we are filming a movie?” Winona laughed sardonically. “Are you two really in a paramour relationship?” Sophia looked at Yvonne and Benedict in disbelief. She had always thought that Yvonne and Benedict were working together to scam her. “What paramour relationship? We are lovers who love each other!” Benedict corrected her.

He now stood in front of me, eyes locked on mine. “Why do you keep doing this to me?” Fabian said, voice heavy with sadness and pain. “I don’t know you. I don’t remember you. Why can’t you just accept that and leave me alone?” he added. I leaned back slightly, hands behind me on the table for support. My gaze softened—I looked at him with real affection, not just as Alice, but as me. Sonia. Loving him. “I love you, Florencio.” Fabian paused. I placed my hand on his neck and kissed him gently on the lips.

Damn it, Zapanta! “Yes, and it seems like…,” I stared intently at Mariel. I didn’t know if my suspicion was right, but I needed to be sure. [Seems like what?] Freddie asked curiously. I was silent for a moment, wondering if what I was doing was right. “It seems like…the person I’m with, talking to, and loving now is someone else, Zapanta.”

I continue softly, brushing a finger over her cheek, “but she grew in hard soil and still bloomed. Like you. Controlled. Elegant. Dangerous when crossed—but protective by nature.” Vincenzo’s jaw tightens. His hand curls slowly. “She’s beautiful,” he murmurs, voice rough. He reaches for her and carry her in his arms. Fiorella settles against his chest immediately, fingers curling into his shirt. “She chose me,” he says quietly. “She’s mine.” The second baby squirms, fists clenched, her tiny face scrunching in protest as she lets out a sharp little cry. I smile through the exhaustion. “This one is Marcella.”

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, Luca ordered I complied taking one last look at Ricardo mansion, hoping to catch a sight of Ricardo one last time but I don’t see him, only a curtain that was hurriedly shut. As we make our way through the streets of Rome to the Leonardo da Vinci–Fiumicino Airport , the sights along the way brings a tinge of pain, each wrapped in a memory of my time here, every sight a painful reminder of my time here and how I’ve lost the only man I have truly loved. The bussling traffic along the metropoliano intersection, gave me time to collect my thoughts, what was my plan when I got back to the US, I try to make small conversations with Luca but he completely ignores me, just stroking his glasses as

"So what can you tell us about Diane?" Noah sat down in the armchair and clasped his hands together. "We dated for three years. She's a pretty girl, a nice one too. Diane would come over for dinner with my family. We'd go on a date every week. She really likes going to Sin City on the weekends and I'll always pick her up after." Charlie kept her expression suave, noticing his use of present tense. This is the reaction of someone who lost his beloved. But then, it could be all a trick.