The Italian's proposal

Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

Melody

Three days later Melody was trying her wedding dress on in Timothy’s apartment. He had urged her to live under his roof; that way, he said, he would make sure she wouldn’t run away, escaping to avoid paying for her debt.

Telling him she had no money of her own proved to be impossible. Melody cried herself to sleep that night. She couldn’t believe that something like this was happening to her.

Not because in a way it didn’t suit her, she was deluding herself if she thought her son wouldn’t be better cared for under the Giannatto’s mantle and protection, just the family name alone was enough.

But at what price.

It pained her because she thought that Timothy, deep in his heart, knew that she was not guilty. At times, in the last few days, he would stare at her as if he regretted it, but nothing came from his lips and she grew tired of waiting.

She didn’t call Equilay or her sister, there was no point. Surely, she was aware of what her bastard husband had done, and she wasn’t going to help her.

“Wow!” Melody turned to the door. There stood a rather beautiful woman she never saw before. “That dress looks beautiful on you,” she smiled openly at him.

“Who are you?” she asked her, picking up all the fabric of the dress, the tulle ran all the way to the floor.

“Hello to you too,” the redhead approached, her legs looked exceptionally long, her hair glistened shiny and silky. Her green eyes were quite a sight.

“If you’re looking for Timothy, he must be in his office. I haven’t seen him in hours,” she sat up in bed to keep from fainting. She felt pressured.

She didn’t know how she was going to be able to handle it all.

Timothy wanted to have the wedding in a chapel, all his family would attend, his parents as well as his uncles and cousins, she didn’t know any of them, and the experience she had with Giannato was not good at all. Likewise, he had told her that the press would not be left out, he was sufficiently well known that all information would slip through and they would want to attend.

“God rest my soul if I come to that!” she exclaimed, pretending to be horrified.

“So?” she asked him about to get up.

“Don’t get up for my dear. You can lie down if you want to. Even I need to sleep for a couple of hours. It can’t be easy getting married to someone you don’t love.”

Melody sat up with a jolt and looked at her in shock.

“How... what...”

“Relax. Your secret’s safe,” the redhead winked mischievously and flirtatiously at her.

She was a beautiful woman, wearing no makeup. She was attired in a short silver dress and sandals that tied around her ankles.

She looked like a model.

“How do you know that...”

“That you don’t love him?” the woman interrupted. “A little birdie told me.”

“No one knows. It’s part of the agreement. I... Oh no! If he finds out he’ll say it was me. He’ll think I lied to him.” If at the first, unjustifiably, he had practically forced her to marry him, what would he do if he thought she’d lied to him again?

“My lips are sealed. I came because I think you need help. I hate it when men do what they want, girls should stick together, right? Besides, my sister is pregnant too. So, I know from her that it can’t be easy for you plan a wedding.”

“I didn’t plan it,” she said confused. “We’re just getting married in a chapel.”

shoulders, delicate, manicured hands, the

describe him as if you know him,” Melody smiled. That woman was encouraging, and she didn’t even notice. “I’m

moment and bit

“Giannato? You’re a Giannatto?”

the woman smiled at her again, it was

siblings,” of course

she sighed and released her. “But he’s good-looking. You have to accept that. These Italians are fucking

her dress. She was a little nervous about the mystery invasion but was glad to see a different face. For the past

Devina at her from the other

before. All so different from her parents’

Lucy! She didn’t even tell her why

Timothy took her to the apartment and went inside with her, which Melody

was spinning and the pasta that had gone down so well ended up shooting out

out of here,” she told him when she saw him

an unchanging expression. “Go pack, or I’ll do it for

picked herself up off the floor and folded her

do. If you think you say jumped and I’ll ask you how

tell me what to do? Was she

whatever

daunted, which made her heartbeat faster and she

would it be the

let him fuck

prove to him, to show him that he wasn’t in charge of her life, that she wasn’t a puppet that he decided when and how to move. But a wave of nausea rose in her throat and, she propelled herself back to the

that he had to see her in that

at least for the moment, enjoying what little freedom she had left. She was a mess, her hair had come

in a tailored suit saw her or left in

to do with her. So why was he marrying her? Why did he

told her as she was about to flush the

passing her a blouse

in the tiny bathroom but held the blouse up to her face after washing it off and removing any residual vomit from her

down,” he said grabbing her by the waist and leading her into the living

She couldn’t be thinking about sex when she

just seen her puking

who loathed her? Hadn’t he believed in her?

voice, bringing her back

She lived there now.

was no

own, even when she

No one believed in her, in her word. Starting with her parents. Support her? If they hadn’t done so with her own pregnancy, what would they

weren’t going to believe

She was screwed.

and a frayed denim skirt with

herself in front of the mirror and glanced at the dress hanging on the rack. There

beautiful. But she just felt like crying when she saw them. It was a symbol of

I am,” she said

hell. What are you craving? What do you like to eat? I know pregnant, a lot of

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