An Italian's Escort Lover novel Chapter 15

Flashback Continues...

Niccolo Point of View

Talking about my life to Bella started feeling like a burden-down. It was a very touchy subject to me and no one spoke of it in my presence as they very well knew how hurting it was for me.

My sweet mother, who loved my father blindly and not just loved him, she worshiped and what she got in return? Betrayal and stranded alone!

I observed many a times when my mother used to cry mutely in dark so I couldn't see her or hear her. Growing up, I unknowingly pelted up all the hatred I felt for the man who destroyed her but when the she left me, all hell broke loose.

That man, no way, deserved to be a father, no less a human. My mother meant nothing to him, I meant nothing to him. All that mattered was money, fame and different women to his taste.

I have never seen such a filthy person ever in my life!

Fernando Russo!

"I was wrong." Bella whispered, rubbing her hand against my chest. I looked down at her to see her already gazing at me with empathy.

"I was wrong to think if you have good sum of money and little prominence, you can live happily but I guess I made huge mistake in judging the world." She said placing a soft kiss on my chest.

"Then you are surely mistaken, Bella. Because my life is not what you call perfect. I had to see so much which I shouldn't and bear so much." I said, to which she nodded and pressed herself close to me.

Truly, In spite of having money and power, I was not happy. I learnt my lesson the hard way with each obstacle that life threw at me. I fell down, I got bruised, I felt weak, still fate tested me the hard way despite seeing my struggle.

"Then? What happened then? Your grandma, did she come to meet you?" She asked, seeing I looked better than before.

"Not yet, it took her two days to reach the country due to several reasons but she instructed my uncle to take care of me until she was here. My uncle and the lady, whom I learnt was my aunt i.e., my uncle's wife, talked to the cops and cremated my mother, holding a very private funeral for her. Both my uncle and aunt, it was my first time meeting them and frankly speaking, I didn't even know how they looked like but only heard about them a little from my mom. I was very wary around them not leaving my mom's cold hand. It was my aunt who introduced herself to me and told me how important it is to send my mother away." I snorted ironically.

It was said right, 'A good enemy is better than a best friend.' The saying provided an example in my own life. When my own father left me to fend myself, my uncle who hates him so much tended me when I was in need.

"I didn't know what to do. I did know that the relation between my father and his family is not on good note which made me even more hesitant of them. My uncle did not once talk to me and he was always brooding. I felt like I was thrown in a whole new house where I was unwanted. Though he took me to their house, my uncle was always emotionless with me. But then, my aunt was a kind woman. She took care of me and hugged when the nightmares of my dead mother haunted me." I heaved deeply when memories of the time when I was fell into depression flood in my mind.

I went in to depression and I couldn't eat or sleep and always stayed quite in dark room. Even doctors couldn't figure out how to get me out of my state.

Those days were not just dark but also gloomy for me as well for my Uncle and aunt.

"Your uncle didn't like you?" Bella asked, more like stated. She was calm the whole time I am narrating but the pain was visible clearly in her eyes.

Pain for me!

It was better though, she better feel pain for me than feel pity.

"Not exactly. He did not like my father. He was more of a person who looks hard on outside but actually kind from inside. Those two days at their house proved to me no less than a hell. It was not because of them, no, my aunt tried every possible way to accommodate me with whatever I needed. She even spent those couple night staying awake in my room so I could sleep fret less while my uncle stayed outside my closed room." This time I smiled genuinely thinking about my uncle.