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.”

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

if you know him,” Melody smiled. That woman was encouraging, and she didn’t even

a moment and bit

“Giannato? You’re a Giannatto?”

it was

of course she didn’t have

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 are fucking great. Tell me about it, I

went to take off her dress. She was a little nervous about the mystery invasion but was glad to see a different face. For the past three days, it

yelled Devina at her

were gigantic. She had never been to a house like this before.

didn’t even tell her why the hell she was

and went inside with her,

and the pasta that had gone

here,” she told him when

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

up off the

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

don’t tell me what to do? Was she

whatever he

which made her heartbeat faster and she felt butterflies

be

let him

wasn’t a puppet that he decided when and how to move. But a wave of nausea rose

he had

alone. She was better off alone, at least for the moment, enjoying what little freedom she had left. She was a mess,

if some stupid Italian in a tailored suit saw her

So why was

she was about

her a blouse of her

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

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

couldn’t be thinking about sex when she had just thrown up

just seen her puking her

smallest detail. How could she still be attracted to someone who loathed her? Hadn’t he believed in her? Money has

voice, bringing

She lived there now.

no going

her own, even when she

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

to believe her

She was screwed.

bunny-faced blouse and a frayed denim

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

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

I am,” she

are you craving? What do you like to eat? I know pregnant, a lot of things fall out of disgust.

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