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.”

manicured hands, the woman was a diva. “You can’t let that arrogant, lonely

him as if you know him,” Melody smiled. That woman was

moment and

“Giannato? You’re a Giannatto?”

yes,” the woman smiled at her again, it was beautiful

idea Timothy had siblings,” of course

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 are fucking great. Tell me about it,

to take off her dress. She was a little nervous about the mystery invasion but was glad to see

help honey?” yelled Devina at her from

a house like this before. All so different from her

even tell her

apartment and went inside with her, which Melody couldn’t

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

she told him

without you,” he said with an unchanging expression. “Go pack, or I’ll do it

up off the floor and

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

don’t tell me what to

won’t do whatever he damn

gaze, in no way daunted, which made her heartbeat

it be the same

let

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

had

enjoying what little freedom she had left. She was a mess, her hair had come undone, and she was sure some bangs had been

didn’t care if some stupid Italian in a tailored suit saw her or

So why was he marrying her? Why did he

Timothy told her as she

passing her a

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

so you can sit down,” he said grabbing her by the waist and leading her

be thinking about sex when she had just

her puking her life

the smallest detail. How could she still be attracted to someone who loathed her? Hadn’t he believed in her? Money has no friends, she understood that. But to be so ridiculously radical? To hurt someone who had no part in that

heard Devina’s voice, bringing her

She lived there now.

no going

when

could she count 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 so with her own pregnancy, what would they do when they found

to believe her

She was screwed.

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

herself in front of the

were all beautiful. But she just felt like crying when

am,” she said opening the

as hell. What are you craving? What do you like to

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