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e bathroom and caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were red and swollen from cry

uldn't help but wonder if there was more to him than to meet the eye. Was he really as cold and heartless as people said, or was there a hidden side to him that few knew about? I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than

bsorbed in his breakfast and his phone, taking a seat at the far end of the table, giv

bothered. Shifting from side to side on my seat, I was excited to see Mrs. Fletcher,

sed against his ear. His broad shoulders and confident strides leave me breathless. He looked worried for some reason with his brows furrow

e locked. I wondered what secrets they may hold. Looking out one of the windows in one of the balconies, I spotted Matteo. It looked like

hed that hid behind those tall trees. Why the woods?. I couldn't understand why he would want to be associat

and unreliable. I was lost, surrounded by luxury, but completely adrift. A hand fell on my shoulder and squeezed hard. I turned to see Alonzo. His face even angrier than before, and his e

bad news".

The first good senten

cheering attitude, said. He has a charming smile and a pretty

me?". Alonzo a

er whispered as Alon

said with a g

ry much". Carter started as I sm

oice just abo

to you". He smi

lect my thoughts. What would have ha

He asked, concern

n walking. I followed, not wanting to stay there any

ery loyal to Matteo". Carter said. Hands in his

ep him?". I a

is a man of loyalty. That's all he's f

his tongue. I was glad I had the accent, too, and was able to speak Englis

"W

ough time to make him worthy of any pos

life from what? R

say that".

o?". I asked, my curiosit

iling down at me. I casted from eyes to my f

ttle bit off and stern all at once. I didn't dare meet his gaze

this house before the

yes". I s

you could be comf

erstand. He hates

heavily. My legs match up to Carter's pace. It was

, pressing my hands togethe

Yes, my

she?".

walked. I wanted to believe I was safe with him, but some

kept walking, pretending like

ly, taking a turn by his left, and there we w

en, revealing a tired and disheveled Matteo. His hair was mussed, his face etched with exhaustion and sweat glistened on his brow. He looked at me, his eyes taking in every detail of my appearance. I cowered under his gaze. His breaths were la