Falling For The Blind Billionaire (Book 1)

Chapter 12: The Recreation

Work hard for what you want because it won't come to you without fighting. You have to be strong and courageous and know that you can do anything you put your mind to. If somebody puts you down or criticizes you, keep on believing in yourself and turn it into something positive.- Leah LaBelle

NICOLO CARUSO'S P.O.V

Immediately I arrived home, Zia Benedetta saluted me and took my coat to my room. Alessandro went to park the car in the garage. Zeta helped me walk to my chair. It was very late, I did finish some unfinished business with an old client, and it went well. Zia Benedetta walked down the stairs to where I was sitting.

"How was your day? Signorino," she questions me.

I smile slightly with my head down. "Stressful, but great," I say. Just realizing that I've not heard from Gisella the whole day hits me. "Where is Gisella?" I questioned.

I have been staying away from her lately, even though our marriage was inconvenient and was an impromptu decision by my father. I must say that Gisella is a nice girl. I've been deceiving her and everyone.

"She's in her room, Sleeping, Signorino." her voice grasped. Her voice sounds faint, which means that something is wrong. Zia Benedetta has always been a lively person. But now, her voice sounds unhappy.

"What is the problem? Zia Benedetta," I questioned. "I hope all is well with Gisella? Did she eat something before going to bed?" Immediately, asking her these questions made me realize something. Gisella never goes to bed early. Either she'll be working on some documents from work or eating snacks or watching movies in the theatre.

Zia Benedetta was just silent. I exhale. "Talk to me, Zia Benedetta. I'm asking you a question." I raise my voice at her, feeling eager to know how she's doing. I know that I don't have the right to go close to her. Our marriage was impromptu, but what my papà is doing is wrong.

He told me to marry her for his selfish reason's evening using my dead mamma to get to me. I've not seen him or talking about his goddam plan for over four months now.

I repeat. "Zia Benedetta, what is happening with Gisella?" I raised my voice at her again, a thing that I hadn't done to her after my first Nanny left. I've nevertheless raised my voice at her before for any so-called reason. I felt her stiffen in shock, her foot swift on the floor slightly.

She gasps. "She....she didn't eat anything before going to bed. " she mouthed.

I frown. "She didn't eat anything? on what ground?" I asked in anger. "And?" I added, willing to hear why I know that Gisella doesn't eat outside for supper, she does eat dinner at work, or either Zia Benedetta will pack food for her in a takeaway flask.

She inhales sharply. "She cried, she cried herself to her room," she says.

Immediately the frown on my face was replaced with curiosity. "She cried? Why? what happened?" I was eager to know.

"Well, Signorino, her parents came to visit her. I went inside to prepare something for them to eat, but before I came out of the kitchen, they were gone, and I saw her crying bitterly. I wanted to comfort her, and I asked her what the problem was, then she said nothing that she was okay. I told her that food was ready, and then she said she's not hungry, that when you return, I should tell you that she's fast asleep." her voice felt lower than ever like she was going to cry.

I inhale. "Ok, take me to my compartment. I'll talk to her tomorrow morning before she leaves for work." I don't understand Gisella, the last time I saw her cry was when she was trying to prove herself not guilty as charged by Viola and Pietro.