Forced marriage novel Chapter 8

"In love we often doubt what we most believe."

-Francoud de La Rochefoycauld-

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Stefano's P.O.V

The business has been keeping my time away from the rest of them. It has been quite frustrating leaving my loved ones alone as I have been used to their presence.

I wonder, what are they doing right now?

"The project has been done, and we assume we will gain 25 % of the profits, The Windsland has signed the contract, and -"

My secretary's voice, just doesn't get in me at all.

I seriously cannot concentrate right now. It has been a week, and I miss them so much.

Maybe i should call them, maybe not. what if they cannot pick up?

"Sir, are you listening?" She moves her hand in front of me. Gosh, that startled me.

"Of course I'm listening, what makes you think that?" I look at her and she has an annoyed face. Since when did Bianca dare to put on such a face on me.

Am I slowly softening? Stefano Capello, pull yourself together!

"Bianca, I do not like that expression of yours" I blurt bluntly. She seems to snap out of it and apologize.

We continue the meeting, and i just ignore the stares from gentlemen in the room.

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I head for dinner, Romeo is visiting me at Rome and we have a nice dinner at a busy and classy five-star restaurant just like we always did on our young age.

It's not like 30 is that old of an age, but it's a year to start building ourselves in a more mature way.

"Man, I can't believe you have such a nice family now." He sips his red bitter wine with a casual attitude.

"Yeah, i just have a really good luck."

"I wish I can have such thing too."

Did I mishear or what? For Romeo Dominos to say such an innocent thing, he must be on a fever or something.

"Get yourself one, then."

He stares at me with a 'are you serious' look on his eyes. I can't help but slightly tease his unfortunate luck in love.

It's not like no one loves him. Women from all across the world do want to get on his bed, and money, but I guess he is just too much of a playboy to settle on one woman.

"Actually, there is someone I have been aiming lately." He put on a stupid grin on his face. What is he? A teenage boy in love?

"And, who might that be?" I ask curiously, who is it again this time, the unfortunate girl to become his next 'once a month treat'.

"Your sister." He admits shyly, as if he is embarrassed. I get startled a bit by that.

"You mean Agata? Man, she already has a fiancee." I remind in a serious tone. If it really true, I will be doomed.

"No, gosh, no, I would never date an engaged or married woman" he rushes through his words, trying to defend himself.

"Then, don't tell me..."

"Right, Celine." my eyes widen. He has been being petty and flirty around my big sis lately, but I didn't think he was serious. I should have taken notice before.