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.”

no honey!” she put her hands on her shoulders, delicate, manicured hands, the woman was a diva. “You can’t let that arrogant,

That woman was encouraging, and she didn’t even notice. “I’m Melody, by the

moment and bit

“Giannato? You’re a Giannatto?”

smiled at her again, it was beautiful the calming effect she had

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

He’s an only child. According to my husband, a prodigy son. To me, he’s a haughty, bored-out-of-his-life, race-car maniac,” she sighed and released her. “But he’s good-looking. You have to accept that. These Italians

but was glad to see a different

her from the other side

She had never been to a house like this before. All so different from her parents’ house, not to

Lucy! She didn’t even tell her why the hell she was

and went inside

the pasta that had gone down so

told him when she

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

off the floor and folded her

think you say jumped and I’ll ask you how high, you’re

tell me what to do? Was she a

do whatever he damn well

which made her heartbeat faster

would it be

wasn’t going to let him fuck

a puppet that he decided when and how to move. But a wave of nausea rose in her throat and, she

he had to see

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

a tailored suit saw

she felt when she read Equilay’s words. Humiliated and tied 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

as she was

passing her a blouse of her

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

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

way! She couldn’t be thinking about sex when she had just thrown up in

her

could she still be attracted to someone who loathed her? Hadn’t he believed in her? Money has no friends, she

heard Devina’s voice, bringing

She lived there now.

no

her own, even when she

was no one to trust. 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 do when they found out what their son-in-law

to believe her

She was screwed.

gray playboy bunny-faced blouse and a frayed denim skirt with loose fringe around

front of the mirror and

were all beautiful. But she just felt like crying when she saw them. It

am,” she said

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

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