Falling For The Blind Billionaire (Book 1)

Chapter 27: The Rage

GISELLA

I stood beside one of the decorated trees with my not so pointed pregnant stomach, watching from afar as Viola and Pietro stand on the altar. I felt my heart stumbled looking at both of them. Nicolo warned me not to attend the wedding ceremony of the two people who betrayed me, but yet I can't seem to miss the very event. Zeta helps me under my wish, she droved me here because I pleaded with her.

"Breathe, Signora," Zeta says in a worried voice.

I felt broken as I watch both of them exchanged wedding vows and rings, the priest holding both their hands together. "Zeta," I whimpered.

She shrugs. "Yes, Signora,"

She held my shoulders. "Look at that lady standing at the alter, she is getting married to the man I loved, my first love, and do you know who that lady is to me? she 's my best friend,"

Zeta was immediately angry. "Signora, you know what? how about we get a little drama started without getting caught?"

I furrowed my confused eyebrow at her. Only God knows what Zeta is thinking right now, "A little drama? how?" The thought of what she is thinking of slip through my head twice in a role, but I don't think that I can, what if we get caught?

"Common, Signora," she insisted.

I sighed. "Let's just go home now before my husband find out that I broke my promise that I made to him this last night,"

She groans. "Ok, let's go,"

-

My body lays completely awake as I stare up at my husband's sleeping face, my breaths coming out in short puff of exhaustion. A soft snore emits from my husband's mouth which made me giggled a bit not to wake him up, I covered my mouth. I turned to face him again, looking at his baby face and his long hair that was in a bun, made me forget about my problems.

Immediately, his strong arm wraps my waist pulling me closer to his warm body. "How cute do I look that you can't seem to take your eyes off of me for a second, Tesoro?" his voice was raspy.

I merely reply and nods my head. my cheek has already turned into flashed pink. It's difficult to even think straight but let alone speak. Thinking about how I just betrayed him, I don't know if to call it betrayal, but I can't seem to tell him that I went to the wedding ceremony on my own wish and also about who set their mansion on fire fifteen years ago.

"You're mine,  mio marito. You're very handsome and caring I never the less pictured you to be really dashing even when you were blind. But I thank the lord that  I am with you instead of that cheat of a man," the word left my mouth out of annoyance.

look at me, he pouts in dismay. "I'm not going to laugh at you right now because your face is puce with rage,"

I frown childishly. "I can't believe you right now, Signor. Don't laugh at me." I said sadly.

He frowns too. "I should be the one getting upset, but I won't because of our baby boy that is inside of you right now," he smiles rubbing my small pump that barely shows from my night grown. "You need to rest,  Mia Cara,"

He groans. "My Matrigna is back, and also Lorenzo,"

I was shocked hearing that I'm finally going to see who I don't feel like seeing for almost a year. "But, I'll be resuming work Tomorrow, Mio Caro," I explain.

he gave in a light smile. "It's ok, Mia Cara, It's just for a few minutes, not the whole day. I just want her to see you and my unborn child first,"

I smiled at him. "Ok, Mio Caro,"

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VIOLA &  PIETRO'S POV

Pietro was carried by one of his groomsmen because he has been drinking since the end of the celebration and Viola had been worried sick waiting for him to turn home. "let...let me be,  Gerald, I want to drink more," he complains in a tipsy voice.

Gerald groans. "Pietro, you drank too much," The rest of the groomsmen follow them as they did exchange every second as they all climb the stairs.

"Every minute of your wedding night counts, Pietro, it's late already and your wife, Signora Santoro will blame us if you drink anymore," the others complain.

Pietro hiccups. "I...I... am not drunk,"

Gerald let go of Pietro as Neil press on the doorbell. "Signora Santoro are you in there? please open up," he yells.

The door opened and Viola was standing in front of the drunk Pietro. "Oh, my goodness, please help me carry him to the room, I can't manage alone, " they nod and Gerald and Neil help and carry him and the rest wait in the sitting room.

They dropped him on the bed and exit the big room. "We'll go first, you two can have a good rest,"

She smiles. "Ok, bye, thank you all, "They exit the door.

Immediately they left, Viola was upset as she walks back to the room and tries to wake Pietro up. "Pietro, get up and take a shower, you stink," her face was puce with rage.

she tried pushing him up but a soft puff emits Pietro's mouth and he opens his eyes and was immediately all over Viola. He pushes her on the bed and was on top of her. His eyes were looking deep into her soul, it was full of lust and emotion

Viola wraps her arm around his neck. "Miele, I love you very much,"

Pietro look at her. "I love you too," he started kissing her gently, "I love you very much, Gisella,"

Viola's face was immediately dark with rage and pushes Pietro away from herself. "What did you just called me?"

Pietro pleaded in his tipsy voice. "Gisella, Gisella don't leave me, I can't bear to see you leave..." he murmurs as he closes his eyes and rests his head on the bed.

Viola began to tremble, her face was filled with worries, her eyes watery as she hugs herself. "Gisella, Gisella, Gisella,  why?" she gasps. "No, Pietro," she tugs his suit angrily making Pietro open his eyes tirelessly. "The one you love is Viola! it's me! not Gisella Molinero. She is a pregnant married woman Pietro, get over her already. say it, say it Pietro, say you love Viola, "Pietro groans reluctantly. "I love Viola?" he asks.

Viola flamed up hitting his chest dramatically. "It's Viola you love, say it, say, Viola, Viola, Viola..."

Pietro nods. "I love Viola, Viola..." a breathe emit his mouth and dozed off leaving Viola in rage.

"I hate you, Gisella Caruso," she whispers.

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