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.”

honey!” she put her hands on her shoulders, delicate, manicured hands, the woman was a diva. “You

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

D’angelo...” she paused for a moment and bit her

“Giannato? You’re a Giannatto?”

smiled at her again, it was beautiful

had no idea Timothy had siblings,” of course

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, I fell for one, and I

the mystery invasion but was glad to see a different face. For the past three

honey?” yelled Devina at her from the other

before. All so different from her parents’ house, not

her why the hell she

left the restaurant, Timothy took her to the apartment and went inside with her,

everything was spinning and the pasta that had gone down so

here,” she told

without you,” he said with an unchanging expression. “Go pack, or I’ll do it for you. Either way we’ll both leave

off the floor and folded her

don’t tell me what the fuck to do. If you think you say

to do? Was she a

whatever

in no way daunted, which made her heartbeat faster and she

be

wasn’t going to let him fuck

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

embarrassing that he had to see

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

stupid Italian in a tailored suit saw her

than what 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

told her as she was about to

was passing her a blouse of her

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

can sit down,” he said grabbing her by

thinking about sex when she had just thrown up

seen her puking

loathed her? Hadn’t he believed in her? Money has no friends, she understood that. But to be so

she heard Devina’s voice, bringing her

She lived there now.

was no going

even when she was about

with her parents. Support her? If they hadn’t done so with her own pregnancy, what would they do when they found out

going to

She was screwed.

a frayed denim

out. All good,” she looked at herself in front of the mirror and glanced at

felt like crying when she saw them. It was a symbol of damnation

I am,” she

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