Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

“I started shadowing Marco, BUT only when he was around. And Camilla was always there, but I was careful.”

“You mean stalking?” I can’t help but laugh. She sighs and it’s dramatic, just like the Guilia I know.

“It was hardly stalking. It was observing from afar.”

I put my hands up in peace, “Okay, Observing.”

“So one day we were at a party at the Rasetto’s place and Leonardo saw me watching Marco. He told me that he knew I had a crush on Marco, but it was cute, as long as I KNEW I was his and didn’t act out on it. But by then I was falling in love with Leonardo,” She cringes,

“But before I could say anything Camilla walked in, and Leonardo doesn’t like her, so he left me alone with her. She waited for him to go and the minute he was far away, she started ranting about how I am a little girl wanting to claw my way into Catelli’s home and in Marco’s life, I told her it wasn’t like that but she went crazy.”

I say nothing, but judging by Guilia’s wild eyes, there is more.

“So for the last five months every opportunity Camilla has alone with me, she brings it up, and if I even look at Marco or he talks to me she goes ballistic.”

“That is insane. Why don’t you tell Papa?”

Guilia stares, long and hard at me, and her eyes drop and I already know the answer to that, “You slept with Leonardo didn’t you?”

“Aliyana.”

Leonardo Guilia, haven’t had

and Marco. I saw the two of you

her hand up, “I don’t know what happened between you two, and yes, at the time it hurt me, but

It was so long ago, that I don’t even know who that girl is anymore. The girl who fell for a man that took with no intention of

he was going to marry

walks over to me and wraps her arms around me, “Why have

can’t keep bullying you,

with the She demon,

with a capital T, I’m in. And thanks, but tomorrow remember

foot on the bed when she gives me that pouty

She blushes

like on the end

and cast a longing look to the bed

and not surprised everyone is still awake since

hair tied on top of my head, I inwardly berate myself for confessing my

from confessing a truth you try to forget is a sour taste. Opening the double door industrial fridge,

you thinking about doing to

milk getting the shock of my life. Leonardo