❝how would you feel if i told you i loved you? it's just something that i wanna do❞
When Violetta's parents' business starts to go down the drain, she's the only one that can help it. So she made a deal with the devil, and his father. She's thrown i...
(Sorry for not updating last week! I can promise you though, a chapter every two weeks is the worst I will get. I feel guilty about that so every three weeks well I'd probably die. I'm sorry again! Thank you for reading despite my terrible updating-ness (not a word but hell who cares?) Sorry again! Enjoy! xx)
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DIEGO WOULD KILL me if he knew my plans for today.
He would yell at me, kill me, bring me back to life just so he could kill me again.
He'd be that angry.
I was going out (no, not on a date!) with Federico Paccini. The guy whom prior to last night was basically his arch-nemesis. The guy who almost took his father's company right out of his waiting hands.
Yep, he'd so murder me.
But luckily he'd never know.
I had spent an hour talking to Francesca and Leon last night through texts. Firstly asking if I should even go through with asking Federico, and after getting their answer -a very firm hell no- I decided that I would. I mean he's a good guy, when we kissed on my birthday he didn't even attempt to deepen the kiss.
Such a sweet guy.
If anything, I was the devil.
Their objection to my idea came in texts like this;
He will destroy you. I wholeheartedly agree.
He will make you regret the day you were born. Once again, I agree.
It was nice knowing you. Well I hope it was.
Don't be stupid Violetta Maria Castillo! Ah, my full name. That's when you know they're really passionate about whatever they were scolding me about.
I hope you enjoy hell. Fuck you Leon.
Please don't go through with this. Too late.
You really are an idiot. She couldn't have been more blunt.
Why bring the poor boy into your twisted life? Let him live happily! My life is not twisted—okay fine maybe a little.
