Alessandra grit her teeth as he took her keys from her hand, tensing up as he slip them in his pocket. She glared at him as he gave her space, reminding how invasive he can be of her personal space. Her eyes widen as he dare speak to her as if she was a child which she hated the most as even her brother had that habit. She wanted to throw something at his head as he dare suggest that she would gain from his boundaries.
She look away as he replied that he did not love him right away, she knew he would not let her out of the marriage. She hated how he seem to believe that luxury would replace freedom, she hated how he made her room feel tiny with his presence. She hated as he stated the truth and she lost everything, something she never allowed herself to believe. She wanted to scream at him as he force her face fact. She no longer was safe thanks to her brother, he took all the wrong decision and now she was to be a tool to fix a war with her hand in marriage.
She looked in shocked as he dare invite himself to diner at her house. He seem to expect her to fill her wifely role early as a reminder she was his woman. She wanted to strangle him as he was so casual about inviting himself over. She was boiling with rage as he suggested what to wear and welcome him home. By the time he left , she screamed and demolished her room as she finally released all her emotions since the funeral/
Once she calm down, she made her way to the kitchen. Ironically, cooking was a way for her to release her stress and she was half tempted poison his food. But she knew if she killed him, her family end up dead cause of her temper. She send his men with a HUGE list and demanded they return in 30min. She spend hours cooking in that kitchen, homemade soup with homemade french bread...appetizers and the main dish that was fresh homemade pasta, ravioli and a homemade pecan pie.
She had time to clean up, set the table, wear a mourning black dress with black heels as she refused to dress beautiful for that arrogant bastard. She was drinking her third wine glass by the time his guard open the door for Mike Nardelli. She did not bother greeting him, simply drink her glass of wine and try ignore him.
She look away as he replied that he did not love him right away, she knew he would not let her out of the marriage. She hated how he seem to believe that luxury would replace freedom, she hated how he made her room feel tiny with his presence. She hated as he stated the truth and she lost everything, something she never allowed herself to believe. She wanted to scream at him as he force her face fact. She no longer was safe thanks to her brother, he took all the wrong decision and now she was to be a tool to fix a war with her hand in marriage.
She looked in shocked as he dare invite himself to diner at her house. He seem to expect her to fill her wifely role early as a reminder she was his woman. She wanted to strangle him as he was so casual about inviting himself over. She was boiling with rage as he suggested what to wear and welcome him home. By the time he left , she screamed and demolished her room as she finally released all her emotions since the funeral/
Once she calm down, she made her way to the kitchen. Ironically, cooking was a way for her to release her stress and she was half tempted poison his food. But she knew if she killed him, her family end up dead cause of her temper. She send his men with a HUGE list and demanded they return in 30min. She spend hours cooking in that kitchen, homemade soup with homemade french bread...appetizers and the main dish that was fresh homemade pasta, ravioli and a homemade pecan pie.
She had time to clean up, set the table, wear a mourning black dress with black heels as she refused to dress beautiful for that arrogant bastard. She was drinking her third wine glass by the time his guard open the door for Mike Nardelli. She did not bother greeting him, simply drink her glass of wine and try ignore him.
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