bChapter /b109

    BELLA

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    I had contemted calling him, or at least sending a btext/b, but I always chickened out anytime I felt like I might get ignored.

    And why the fuck does it feel like I did something wrong when I clearly didn’t? It wasn’t my fault that his father didn’t disclose the full content of the contract to him, so what was this stupid urge to apologize?

    Anytime I remembered the look he had on his face that day, that urge returned. There was anger there that day, but there had been pain too. The pain was evident when he spoke to his brother about giving up everything he had here. The pain was even sharper when he said, “Who would I be in Italy?”

    That bwas /blike a punch in my gut. If it were up to me bI /bwould have suggested we just stay here in the States like a normal husband and wife would, but that would mean all my heritages would be gone.

    The reason he was going to live in Italy was because of what I stand to gain. Honestly, he wasn’t really gaining anything bhere/b. It filled my mouth with a bitter taste.

    So while the jet was getting ready and everybody was already in, I waited outside for him, standing in the cold.

    His car finally rolled in. The car door opened and he stepped out, tall, broad, and carved from stone. My heart thundered in my chest, traitorous and loud.

    He took out his bags, handing the key to his car over to a man, and that was when his mismatched eyes moved to me. The air thickened between us, heavy and cold.

    “You didn’t have to wait outside,” he said as he walked to me and his bags were taken from him, his voice it/i, not cold, just… tired.

    “I wanted to,” bI /breplied, hugging my arms around myself though the chill had nothing to do with the weather.

    One of his brows ached. “Why?”

    I just shrugged. “I’m ying the good wife already.”

    He just stared at me, his expression unamused. He climbed the jet stairs and my eyes followed him. I suddenly remembered something and my eyes dropped to my right fist.

    “Again,” he muttered and my eyes snapped back to his.

    “What?” I asked, looking up to look into his eyes since he was so close now.

    “You’re looking at my fist again. Why?”

    “It’s…” I swallowed. He looked so intimidating, and so handsome. “It’s healed. It healed that same day, barely minutester.”

    He stepped closer until our bodies were almost touching, his warmth reaching for mine. Seriously, why’s he so warm?

    “So?” he pressed, looking down at me. “What are you trying to say?”

    “I’m not trying to say anything. I don’t even understand how you could heal so fast.”

    He just looked at bme/bb, /bsaying nothing. A throat was cleared behind and Kade stepped back.

    I looked back to see the steward. “Sir, ma’am, please bstep /binside. We’re ready to take off.”

    5:00 pm bP /b

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    We moved inside. Kade paid his respect to my father, and Medea, unaware of the look they were giving him–well, just my father. Madea looked like she wanted to pounce on him. It made me sick. Either he didn’t notice the different looks they both gave him or he didn’t care.

    He nodded at Gianna who nodded back before he moved to the back, away from everybody else, and sat there. I sat beside Gianna even though I also wanted to be at the back.

    “Shouldn’t you be in the back?” Gianna asked without taking her eyes off her iPad.

    I sighed, resting my chin on my hand, looking out the window. “I don’t want it to feel like I’m clingy and I don’t want him to feel irritated. I don’t need a magician to tell me he doesn’t like me.”

    “Since when have you been so considerate of others‘ feelings?”

    A deeper sigh was my answer.

    Days after we arrived in Italy, Kade was settling in surprisingly fast. As soon as we stepped out of the jet four days ago, Papa had insisted we live with him, but I stepped my foot down and refused.

    Live in the same house as Medea? Hell fucking no.

    On the fifth day, Kade was ready to begin work at thepany. Papa and I had a long talk about which position to give him and I begged for a high position, and weter agreed on him being the Head of International Affairs. It was high, but I felt it wouldn’t be enough for him.

    But when he was informed of his new position, he just nodded and asked when he was going to begin. And right there in the spot, I knew Kade Varkas had no ns to stick around for too long.

    Five years. That was how long he was staying.

    Well…

    I also resumed my duties in thepany, and we were both so busy that we didn’t have time to see each other.

    A week passed. Two weeks, and we barely spoke to each other, our rtionship was still the same as ever.

    I hated it.

    I haven’t had sex or even touched myself for three weeks now and it was beginning to show in my behavior. I snapped at the slightest things, became picky.

    The fourth week came and I decided I had had enough.

    I went to work that way like I always did, but I came back sooner than I usually did. Because I had a n.

    A stupid n, but I was done waiting for him to notice me like I was some ghost floating around the edges in his life.

    I stripped off the armor of my usual day–heels, blouse, and skirt–and swapped it for something simple.

    I moved to his room with a single scented candle and wine. I lit the candle, filled a ss with wine, and sipped it slowly as I waited, sprawled on his bed.

    When the door finally opened and his tall frame filled the entrance, I almost lost my nerveb, /bAlmost.

    b5:00 /bbpm /bP PPD

    His eyes fell on me instantly, and he froze, the door clicking shut behind him.

    “Wee home, husband,” I purred, sipping the wine before I dropped it.

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    I stood up from the bed slowly, my hair spilling like water, and covered my naked body. His eyes trailed over my naked body, and they remained nk, but I caught the smallest reaction–he swallowed.

    That gave me a confident boost, and I walked to him, swaying my hips, my hair covering my breasts, but I pushed that out of the way so I bwas /bpletely bare for him.