AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“So you haven’t been taking my son with you to visit your sick mother in hospital to make him pity you?”
“That’s not what it was like. Marco likes my mom.”
“Of course he does,” she snapped. “Because, unlike you, my son has a heart, a sense of compassion. Too bad he’s so blinded with lust he can’t see a scheming gold-digging troublemaker for what she really is. Men really are fools.”
“I’m not after Marco’s money!”
“I bet you were ecstatic when he gave you his grandmother’s engagement ring!” she hissed. “But that ring was never for the likes ofyou!”
I was stunned. This ring he’d put on my finger was his grandmother’s? He’d never bought it for another woman?
I blinked down at it, tears coming into my eyes.
Vittoria stabbed her finger at me without actually touching me. “I know exactly what you are. A dirty little whore. But you’ve gone too far now. Marco is a grown man who can handle his business, but you should have stayed away from my daughter.”
She stalked to her nightstand and retrieved a phone from the drawer, and shoved it at me with shaking hands.
On the screen was a photo of me taken in The Banqueting House. I stared at it, shock hitting me as I realised she had sent someone there to watch me.
Then I saw the play button. It was a video. My stomach lurched as I pressed it. The screen now showed me going into the smoking room with Toby. My breath stopped.
“That’s right,” Vittoria hissed. “I know all about your secret assignations with your boyfriend. Count yourself lucky Marco doesn’t know.Yet.”
“No,” I uttered.
“Take a look at the next one,” she said in a hard voice.
I scrolled to it and could have cried. It was taken earlier today near my hair salon, a shaky scene shot from afar, with someone filming Toby going into the shopping centre bathroom. Then the clip cut to me following him in, and Marco’s driver Nicky pacing outside the whole time!
“Oh God,” I uttered.
“You couldn’t wait to fornicate with your boyfriend, you actually had him meet you in a dirty bathroom,” she spat, disgust dripping from her voice.
I was trembling. There was no way for me to explain this. None at all.
She saw the panic on my face and laughed. “I warned you not to mess with my family. Leave. Leave now or you’ll force me to show Marco these videos and you will wish you had left of your own accord.”
“You don’t understand,” I said in a small voice. “I can’t leave. I need to explain—”
“There is nothing to explain,” she snapped. “You want to tell him you made a mistake? That it is him you loved all along? String him along like a fool? I will not have it. He’ll kill that dirty, scheming boyfriend of yours if he finds out the truth and I will not have you making my son into a killer. Not again.”
I shook my head. “Marco won’t do that.”
“You know nothing,” she screamed, her voice quiet but shrill and full of rage and pain. “You don’t know him. You don’t know what he’s been planning to do in your name!”
“In my name?”
“You stupid, stupid creature! That fool Jonathan Landry has been let out of jail on bail and you’ve got my son scheming to murder him, and I won’t have it.”
My eyes widened. “Jonathan’s out on bail?” I said shrilly.
“Don’t you even know that?” she spat. “And you call yourself Marco’s lover? No, of course he wouldn’t tell you anything that really mattered. And yet my son will still make himself into a killer for you. Ruin his life like a fool. Ruin this family’s life again. No!”
“Please Vittoria, you’ve misunderstood everything,” I begged. “I love Marco. I do. You have to believe me.”
She slapped me then, hard, leaving my cheek stinging.
“You say you love him? Then you’ll let him go before you destroy him. I will not have my son die on the streets like his father. Or go to jail like yours. When he gets home this evening, you tell him you’re finished with him, or I’ll tell him everything.”
