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 want the blue flavour!" My two little boys gazed eagerly at the display of ice cream tubs, their eyes widening with anticipation. The ice cream shop was empty. Just us and Matteo's men stood guard at the entrance, their watchful eyes scanning the surroundings.
The boys' excitement was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile at their pure joy. "Mummy! Why do they get to choose first? I'm the princess, right?" My little girl pouted, crossing her arms and sticking out her bottom lip in an adorable pout.
I chuckled softly, bending down to her level and ruffling her hair gently.
Matteo takes our little girl into his arms, his strong embrace enveloping her tiny frame. "Of course you're the princess, Amore Mio," he whispered, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. The sight of them together melted my heart.
He carried our daughter towards the counter. The ice cream shop seemed to come alive with the sound of the kids laughter and anticipation. The aroma of freshly made waffle cones filled the air, enticing our senses and making my mouth water. The shop owner, a kind elderly woman with a warm smile, greeted me.
The guards at the entrance exchanged amused glances as they watched the playful exchange between Matteo and our daughter. It was a sight that never failed to warm my heart, seeing the strong and gentle bond between them.
My boys rolled their eyes in mock annoyance, pretending not to be affected by the sweetness of the moment. But I could see the hint of a smile playing on their lips, betraying their true feelings.
I sat down at the table, taking in the scene before me. The sun cast a warm glow on Matteo's face, highlighting the love in his eyes as he continued to shower our children with care. She giggled and hugged him tightly, her laughter echoing through the shop.
I felt like my life was completely perfect in that moment. The love and joy that radiated from my family filled me with a sense of contentment that I had never experienced before. It was as if all the pieces of my life had finally fallen into place, forming a beautiful picture of happiness and fulfilment. Every sacrifice, every struggle, and every moment of doubt had been worth it to see my family thriving and flourishing before my eyes.
The boys got their ice cream and sat next to me, excitement in their eyes. They eagerly dug into their treats, their faces lighting up with delight at the first taste of the cold, creamy goodness.
"Make sure it doesn't get on your clothes." Putting one of the boys on my lap, I fixed his hair and wiped away a smudge of ice cream from his cheek. He looked up at me with love, his carmal eyes sparkling with innocence. As I continued to enjoy this precious moment with the children, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me.
Matteo looked over at me, his eyes filled with tenderness. But the gunshots flew through the windows, shattering them into a million pieces. The children screamed in terror as chaos erupted around us. I instinctively shielded them with my body under the table, my heart pounding in my chest. Gunfire continued to ring out, the sound deafening in the small ice cream parlour.
