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 can’t let that arrogant,

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

she paused for a moment and bit her lips, “...well,

“Giannato? You’re a Giannatto?”

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

had siblings,” of course she

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.

about the mystery invasion but was glad to see a different face. For the past three days, it was all Timothy, the wedding dress

yelled Devina at her from the other side of

house like this before. All so different from her

didn’t even tell her why the

the apartment and went inside with her, which Melody

moment everything was spinning and the pasta that had

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

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

up off the floor

tell me what the fuck to do. If you think

tell me what to do? Was she

won’t do whatever

held her gaze, in no way daunted, which made her

would it be

let him fuck her

of her life, that she wasn’t a puppet that he decided when and how

he had to see her in

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

stupid Italian in a tailored suit saw her or

and tied to a person who wanted nothing to do with her. So why was he marrying her? Why

told her as she was about to flush the

was passing her a blouse of

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

he said grabbing her by the waist and leading her into the

sex when she had just thrown

her puking her

wrong with her head. It wasn’t just the throwing up, it was 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

voice, bringing her back

She lived there now.

was no going

own, even when she was about

count on? There was no one to trust. No one believed in her, in her word. Starting with her parents. Support

weren’t going to believe her one

She was screwed.

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

the mirror and glanced at the dress hanging

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

am,” she said

like to eat? I know pregnant, a lot of things fall out of disgust. So,

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