𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞
The billionaires daughter's dreams and fantasies of marrying for love crushed within a second as she finds herself helping her family and marrying for convenience. Helping her arranged husband get back with his ex, wasnt so...
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Fuck it I love you - Lana Del Rey
God, knows I've been driving myself to insanity this entire two weeks. If it wasn't for Eva and Mila coming to the rescue, I'm not sure I would've made it out of the drought. Of course, Damien was there for comedic relief, but nothing could fully bring me back to life.
I'm sure you could see it on my face that I was dying a slow and painful death, but no one mentioned it. Seeing his face was like air entering my lungs, pulling me away from the dreary, soul crushing, deadly world, that I had been living in.
A part of me resents him for leaving me just like that, without any answers. But whenever I see him, or feel his presence, I crumble completely. Like nothing had happened. Damien explained what had happened, but I would've liked to hear it from Alessio. After everything, I would've thought that he trusted me.
I don't care about any dangers that come with him, because foolishly when it comes to him I turn into a reckless soul.
Reckless enough to get pregnant. I've never seen myself being pregnant at this point in time, but it's growing on me. I found out, midst of the most ugliest two weeks of my life. It's not how I would've liked to find out, but I'm glad nonetheless.
No one knows yet, which is why I'm hosting a small party. It's just our little group that's invited, since they're the only ones that matter to me nowadays. I'm a bit scared for the reactions, since so much shit has gone down in the past month.
"What's all this?" A deep grumble startles me, making me squeal in shock.
My face softens when I realize the voice I know all too well.
"I'm hosting a little party. I told you." I respond, turning my front to face him.
I thought things would be different between us after everything, but turns out it's still the same. The spark is still there, the one I was scared had been diffused. We've fallen into a rhythm, even though we haven't fully expanded on that night.
He groans in annoyance, "Do we have to see them again? They're starting to get on my nerves."
"Everyone gets on your nerves." I roll my eyes, a smile creeping itself onto my face.
"Yeah, but not you. Never you." He grins softly, his eyes scanning my face.
My heart basically jumps out of my chest at his words. It's stuff like this which makes me crumble all over again. Who knew an arranged marriage with both of our flawed souls would upend my carefully crafted boundaries so thoroughly?
