The Italian's Innocent Mistress

Chapter Twelve.

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Maybe she was reading too much into it.

Leonardo's world was small and cut-throat. Getting information was the power tool and who wouldn't be interested to the girl who tamed the mighty Leonardo Ferraris? Now satisfied with her own logical explanation, she plastered a smile on her face and attentively attended to Alexander Mosell. And after he chose cute glassware and paid for it. She boxed and wrapped it and bid him a farewell.

That wasn't so bad.

At five in the evening, she was exhausted and ready to call it a day. Closing her shop, she started her journey back to redwoods and we'll aware of the black SUV closely tailing her.

"Ooh he's a persistent one." She grinned happily.

When she reached the redwoods ten minutes later, she rushed to the bathroom to have that much needed bathroom. Her body was still sore in some parts and she grudgingly agreed maybe a one more rest day wasn't such a bad idea.

While she was in the middle of taking a bath, the phone rang. To her tired ears it sounded more than usually insistent. It continued to ring persistently until she stomped her way to the bedroom and picked it up.

"Yes"

"Bellissa?" Came the terse reply.

"Hello, Leo," she answered coolly.

"How was your day?" Leonardo's voice gritted from the other side.

She grinned wickedly. "It was fine the usual at the shop. And Ooh, I didn't take your chauffer."

"I know," he hissed. "So you know he told tme about your meeting with Mosell?"

She frowned. "What do you mean, meeting?"

"Tell me cara, when did you meet, mmh," he ground out, "was it before or after the party?" the words were like whiplash.

"I don't understand..."

"You fooled me with your innocent acts. I should have taken you when I had the chance! And I had the chance so many times, didn't I?' he taunted sneeringly.

"Dear heaven, what are you saying to me?" Her eyes were wide with horror.

"That you're nothing but a little whore, like Francesca like all goddamned women! Nothing less than a common gold digging bitch..."

"Do you honestly believe that?" she cut in, her voice wobbling with emotion.

"Oh, I believe it. I never say things I don't mean."

Her own reply was to put down the receiver her hands trembling and slowly, mechanically approaching her bed.

How could he! Believe such things of her, saying such things to her.
The shock began to recede at last, and his insults replayed to her mind like a wretched cassette.
She threw herself down on the bed, feeling stream of tears slid down her cheeks, a sob solidified in her chest, burning her, and she buried her head on the pillow to stifle it.

To say such things! That she's a whore, gold-digging bitch, and to liken her to that vile creature, Fransesca whom he loathed.

Did hearts real break? Hadn't thought they did until...Ooh dear heaven!

No, no, no. It can't be!

The realisation hit her hard, harder than his insults. Ooh God, she was in love with him! Had fallen in love with Leonardo Ferraris-the man who blackmailed her. The one man who believed she was a gold-digging whore.