THE ITALIAN'S FUGITIVE WIFE AND SECRET BABY

O'S POIN

ound," the investigat

has been found? After months of fruitless searching? I wa

o my email. I will send your payment balance

lf a glass. The buzzing of my phone alerted me of the arrival

heir living in some poverty-stricken ranch. How m

ed the number o

I'm about to send to you, first thing tomor

fter the numerous calls, I was beginning to feel like I was going on a kidnapp

side of me. She was raising my son on a ranch, while she fed horses. Who

s open as a book, so easy to read. Who would have thought t

ers of noblemen that had presented themselves to me. I had given

, shoes, jewelries, and perfumes. Yet, what was the reward for my generosi

y fugitive little, cunning wife. I spent the re

office. I locked it firmly before getting into my private elevator, and it let me out at the re

day, B

hted from the car and walked into my sprawling building. It was

a long, cool shower. Returning to the room, I slipped into a casual outfit before walking

On my permission, the maid walked in, bearing a

sighed in contentment at the sight befo

i mare, which is made with various f

rwork stacked on the table. My life has always been that way. The same

f I wanted to rise early for my journey to France. I stood up and made my way out of

ep. I woke up the next morning and immediately prepared for my j

rt. On arrival, I was led to my waiting jet by Jared. I

and thirty minutes. To kill boredom, I indulged myself i

ot out and looked over the large mass of land. Contrary to what I had envisaged, the ranch was

knocked on the door of the bungalow. An elderly woman opened the door, a

said, after regain

t to see my wife and son," I said, making

point at a much smaller bungalow, "That's her house over there.

you for your cooperation," I s

came face to face with my wife. My eyes darkened, as I saw th

mpted to shut the door, but I was fast enoug

, Signora," I o

cast an angry look at the room as I settled on the couch. I

. Our little scuffle must have scared the little one because he began

ming back with me to Italy, right?" I sudd

I do not want to g

me the liberty to see my flesh and blood is enough atrocity committed

and focused on

e are heading back to Italy. Ther

hell? Did she think I was going

our things?" She aske

shook my head, "There is no need for that.

ir as he attempted to dig his tiny hands in his mot

ed her out. Her aunt was waiting outside, and I gave them the privacy to talk to

n-board, and t

rand house at Veneto. Please take me and Jnr

st her a blank look, "You do not have a say, Cristina," and w