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

That woman was

D’angelo...” she paused for a moment and bit her lips, “...well, Devina

“Giannato? You’re a Giannatto?”

yes,” the woman smiled at her again, it was beautiful the calming effect she had on

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

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

for a moment and 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 was

her from the other

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

even tell her why the hell she was

to the apartment and went inside with

everything was spinning and the pasta that had gone down so well ended up

told him

said with an unchanging expression. “Go pack, or I’ll do it for you. Either way

picked herself up off the floor and

do. If you think you say jumped and I’ll

don’t tell me what to do? Was she a

won’t do whatever

way daunted, which made her heartbeat faster

be the

let him fuck

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

had to see her in that

at least 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

if some stupid Italian in a tailored suit saw

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 didn’t make

Timothy told her as she was about to flush the

was passing her a

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

her by the waist and leading her into

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

just seen her puking her

it was the smallest detail. How could she still be attracted to someone who loathed her? Hadn’t he believed

voice, bringing her back to

She lived there now.

no

when she was

in her word. Starting with her parents. Support her? If they hadn’t done so with her

weren’t going to

She was screwed.

and a frayed denim skirt with loose fringe around

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

all beautiful. But she just felt like crying when she saw them. It was a symbol of damnation and

she said opening the

I’m hungry as hell. What are you craving? What do you like to eat? I know pregnant, a lot of things fall

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