Secret Love

Epilogue

Isabella's POV

I gasped in shock and rushed towards Alessandro who was laying on the floor.

"Don't!" I stopped reflectively as my father demanded.

"Dad..."

"We will talk when we are alone." My father stated as he gave me an intimidating look. "Put on your clothes! We are leaving." He commanded in an authoritarian tone.

"No! She isn't coming anywhere." Alessandro intervened as he wiped the blood off his lips.

When my father wanted to hit him again, my mother grabbed my father's arm tightly, stopping him and gave him a begging look, shaking her head.

I approached Alessandro and helped him to stand up. I pulled my hand away as Alessandro wanted to hold it, but he didn't let me and grabbed my hand, giving me a reassuring look. I bit my lower lip nervously as I felt my father's murderous gaze on us. Alessandro cleared his throat and looked at my father confidently.

"Isabella is my wife." Alessandro confessed firmly.

My parents gasped in shock, staring at us with wide eyes.

"What the hell is this bastard talking about?" My father snapped as he looked at me. "Is it true?"

I bit my lower lip nervously while holding Alessandro's hand tightly and nodded.

"Yes, Dad. We are married. We got married in New York." I admitted.

"Oh really?! And when did you two plan to tell us?" My father barked and gave us an intimidating glare.

"We were going to tell when we came back from New York, but it changed when my father had a heart attack." Alessandro said sadly. "And you went to London. So we waited for you to come back." He added.

"I visited your father when he was in the hospital. Yes, I came back for a day, but I think you have plenty of time to tell me then." My father stated bitterly, clenching his fist.

"It wasn't the right time. My mind was preoccupied with my father and the problem in the company. On the other hand, I wanted to inform our parents together with Isabella." Alessandro explained.

"So you decided to get engaged to someone else at that time." My father commented mockingly.

Alessandro sighed and said. "You know that it was a fake engagement. My father told you about the plan."

"What?" I asked, confused. My father knew about it?!

"Yes, but then I didn't know you were married to my daughter." My father commented with the sarcasm and anger in his voice.

"I am sorry..."

"It doesn't matter anymore. You two fooled us." My father stated bitterly.

"Dad, please. We were going to tell...We didn't try to offend you." I gave him an apologetic look.

"And how long were you two hiding it?" My father asked mockingly.

"About a year and four months." Alessandro replied shyly.

"Perfect!" My father exclaimed in sarcasm. "At least, you didn't inform us with a five years old child beside you." My father added mockingly.

I looked at Alessandro nervously, biting my lower lip. Alessandro gulped as he tensed up.

"Umm...When you came back we were going to tell you about our marriage and....our son, Matteo." Alessandro mumbled, holding my hand tightly. He was tense.