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.”

put her hands on her shoulders, delicate, manicured hands, the

Melody smiled. That woman was encouraging, and she didn’t even

a moment and

“Giannato? You’re a Giannatto?”

it

idea Timothy had siblings,” of course she didn’t have long to know

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

invasion but was glad to

at her from the

to a house like this before. All so

didn’t even tell her why

apartment and went inside with

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

here,” she told

an unchanging expression. “Go pack, or I’ll do it for you. Either way we’ll both

off the floor and

fuck to do. If you think you say jumped and I’ll ask you how high, you’re dead

don’t tell me what to

whatever he damn

way daunted, which made her heartbeat faster and

it be the same

going to let him fuck

show him that he wasn’t in charge of her life, that she wasn’t a puppet that he decided when and how to

that he had to see her in

care if he went away and left her alone. She was better off alone, at least for the moment, enjoying what little freedom she had left. She was a mess, her hair had come undone, and she was sure some bangs had been smeared with vomit. What difference did it make to go on

stupid Italian in a tailored suit saw her

to a person who wanted nothing to do with her. So why was he marrying her? Why did he want to punish her with something that she would benefit at least minimally? That didn’t make

her as she

a blouse

but held the blouse up to her face after washing it off and removing any residual

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

couldn’t be thinking about sex when she

her puking her

someone who loathed her? Hadn’t he

she heard Devina’s voice, bringing her back to

She lived there now.

was no

on her own, even when she

on? There was no one to trust. No one believed in her, in her word. Starting with her parents. Support her? If they hadn’t done

weren’t going to believe

She was screwed.

blouse and a frayed denim skirt with loose fringe around the

in front of the mirror and glanced at the dress

But she just felt like crying when she saw them.

she

do you like to eat? I know pregnant, a

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