The Italian's proposal

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Melody

Devina was smiling and Melody couldn’t believe that, in her hands, was a check for that amount of money.

“Take it,” she told her holding her hands out to her.

“No...I...”

“Don’t say no. No person should be forced into marriage,” her logic was impossible to dispute. But, still, she couldn’t accept that much from a stranger, no matter how much her heart screamed at her that she could trust her.

“You’re right. But I don’t know you. Neither do you know me,” she handed the check back to her and stepped back, “I think we should save lunch for later. I’m exhausted.”

“Melody,” Devina couldn’t believe it, nor could she.

“I just can’t. I really, really don’t know how much I appreciate it. I have no idea how much money you have, nor do I care to know how you got it. That’s not my problem. But you can’t go giving three million dollars to someone you don’t know,” she sat up in bed, she was dizzy, and her head was starting to pound.

“I’m giving you the money you need to get the hell out. To be free,” she followed her steps and sat down next to her. “Look honey, no one should have to suffer and pay for something they didn’t do. The guilty ones, the ones who do harm, those should have a hard time, they should rot in jail. I’m sure you’ve been trying to make Timothy understand that you didn’t do anything, or am I wrong?”

Melody squeezed her temples. She was right. But it was still too much money.

“It’s a lot of money,” she mumbled in annoyance. “It’s too much. I wouldn’t even know how to begin to repay you.” She couldn’t believe she was even considering it. But taking that money was a better alternative than....

She looked at Devina who was watching her determined that she would accept the money.

Would it be possible?

“He sent you,” she told her finally realizing it.

“What?” the redhead stood up from the bed as if it had thorns everywhere.

“You heard me. He sent you, didn’t he? Let’s see if I’m dumb enough to take the money. You want to see if I’ll take off with the money?” she also got out of bed and without thinking she slapped Devina across the cheek.

She almost fell for it, what a fool she had been! She almost had trusted Devina, without knowing her.

“You’re crazy! Insane!” she said, putting her hand on the area that was beginning to redden. “I only came to help you, because I don’t think you stole from Timothy, I’m just trying to help!”

“Crazy? You think I’m crazy? Come near me again and I’ll gouge your fucking eyes out with a fork,” the threat was harsher than she would have believed.

“No one sent me,” Devina told her with flashing green eyes.

“I’m not as stupid as Timothy thinks I am. I’d appreciate it if you’d close the door on your way out.”

She grabbed her side purse that sat on top of the nightstand, the cell phone Timothy had given her earlier that morning, assuring her that he wanted her available at any time of day. She resented the situation as no one could imagine, but it was what she had been dealt.

Or so she thought.

made a mistake with the redhead, but she would never trust anyone lightly again. She trusted her brother-in-law for years and look at

call out to her at any point, she

elevator button, determined to get out of the

couldn’t stay there for

thought she was a thief,

leave. Even if she had to borrow from her parents,

made her start to cry, as the elevator

her parents, those who

it was the only thing he

said Timothy as

of you, I’m sick of you not believing me!” she shoved him, catching him off guard, and stepped into the elevator. “Tell your sister-in-law she can stick her check where the sun doesn’t shine,

his green eyes, confusion gave way to anger, he turned his face in the direction of the room but couldn’t react in

She was already gone.

****

streets of Manhattan, an ice cream, and a pack of popcorn in her

stopped in front

to take the steps now that she

would she say

the decision of eating the ice cream didn’t help her

warm her arms, running her

the

began to cry again, as she ran into her

share her decision to have her child, for a second, for a thousandth of a second, she wanted refuge in familiar arms. Ones

girl!” her mother wrapped her arms around her and squeezed her tight. Melody calmed down after

much that, in

a coat,” her mother hurried out of the living room

made her feel like a stranger in her parents’

you are!” her mother let a tear fall as she stroked her head, just like she used to do when Melody was a little girl. “How did you get so much worse in such

house anymore. She was going to get their complaints, their; ‘I told you so you shouldn’t go through with the pregnancy’,

was a waste

that she had nowhere else to go,

the cup of hot chocolate, with a little cinnamon on top, just the

was being a wanton crybaby, from

the hell out of here. Not ten years,”

tears again. She felt like her head

was right about something. She liked Timothy, she saw something different in him, a willingness to help a stranger without asking for anything in return, a genuine and

Lydia!” the voice of Charles Redford flooded through the

by the imperious, frightened tone her father

followed in her

wrong? Are you all right, Charles?” she asked since she reached

it as if this one had the news of

at least not when she could tell he was so angry. She who was already a cause for anger and

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