Annika Remo, a beautiful and innocent young woman, hides a painful past while living with her unsympathetic uncle and aunt, relying on her fantasy novels to escape. Unbeknownst to her, her uncle has put her on a dangerous blacklist. Matteo King, the...
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Annika Remo.
I looked out the window as we passed the beautiful farms stretching out into the horizon. The vibrant green fields were adorned with colourful flowers, creating a picturesque scene that seemed straight out of a postcard. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees lining the farms, adding a soothing melody to the idyllic countryside. I couldn't help but be captivated by the simplicity and tranquillity of it all, momentarily forgetting the worries and stresses of everyday life.
Matteo's men followed closely behind in their black vehicles, their presence starkly contrasting against the serene backdrop. The sound of their engines disrupted the peaceful atmosphere, shattering the illusion of solitude.
"Cosa c'è che non va, bella?" Matteo asked, his voice laced with concern as he noticed the change in my demeanour.
My Italian wasn't good enough to fully understand Matteo's question, but his tone conveyed genuine worry. "Cosa c'è...?" He laughed a little at my attempted response, realising that I didn't understand. He switched to English, a hint of a smile still playing on his lips. "What's wrong, beautiful?" he repeated.
I sighed, trying to shake off the unease that had settled in my chest. "Nothing; I'm just tired." I placed my hand on his cheek as he drove, creasing his soft skin with my thumb. Matteo glanced at me with concern in his eyes, his grip on the steering wheel tightening ever so slightly. Taking my hand from his cheek, he placed a kiss on it before intertwining our fingers together.
"It will all end soon. I promise." I smiled weakly at Matteo's reassurance, grateful for his comforting presence. The weight of the world seemed to lift slightly as he spoke those words, and I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. The road stretched out before us, the city lights flickering in the distance, as if they were whispering secrets of their own. I leant my head against the window, watching the sky unfold above us—a canvas of white clouds with possibilities. Matteo's hand squeezed mine gently, a silent reminder that we were in this together.
Will it, though? Everything. Will it all end? That question echoed in my mind as I gazed out at the vast expanse before us. The uncertainty of the future weighed heavily on my heart, but at that moment, I couldn't help but believe in the power of love and resilience.
We had faced countless challenges together, and somehow, against all odds, we had always found a way to overcome them. As the car continued to speed down the open road, I couldn't help but hold onto the glimmer of hope that had ignited within me.
***
After a while, we were back in America. The comfort of the estate was soothing. The gates opened to welcome us back, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The familiar sight of the sprawling gardens and grand entrance filled me with a sense of nostalgia. As the car came to a stop, I took a deep breath, knowing that we were finally home. Stepping out of the vehicle, I was greeted by the familiar faces of the staff; their warm smiles and genuine happiness at our return instantly made me feel at ease.
