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Georgina Ricci's POV

                WHEN I heard Anthony's last words, I felt like my life was just a joke. Is God making a joke on me?

He still cheated on you, Georgina! My inner-self yells.

I felt a hand grabbing the phone and before I knew it, in a fraction of seconds, I saw the phone flying to the wall, then broke into pieces as it lands on the floor.

I shot Marco an incredulous look, as I tried to gather my scrambled thoughts after Anthony's revelation.

When my eyes landed on his menacing eyes, fear crawled in my gut. Those eyes that were ready to kill was staring back at mine. Jaws clenched and I could feel the anger radiating off him. His muscles flexed as he breathes harshly. I moved back to

the bed and felt the tears brimming around my eyelid.

I don't know what's causes the tears, either because of fear or for his sudden change of emotions? I wanted to hold it, but it was impossible.

"You are not allowed to talk to anyone, especially that Anthony." He yelled gruffly as he leaned on the bed hovering over me. I flinched and move a little back. "If you care for his future, then stay away from him!" He grits out with his eyes screaming red, then he rose to his full height pacing back and forth inside the room with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, looking quite perturbed.

I felt my tears ran down my cheeks non-stop. No matter how I want to hold it, it stubbornly made it's way to my cheeks. Why did I believe his words?

He's a heartless, cold impassioned bastard. He doesn't care for anyone but himself.

My hopes are too high. I expect too much which I shouldn't. I was here to just pay a debt. I should have thought about that.

Now it's too late. I had admitted my feelings to him and probably he thought I would do anything he will ask me since I love him. It's embarrassing, distressing and I felt hopeless.

I look down further to hide my tears as I bit my bottom lip trying to stifle the sob. Then, I felt his footstep coming to my direction.

"Fanculo!" I heard him cussed non-stop, but I didn't bother looking up on him. I could feel his closeness, but I didn't dare look up.

"Cara," his soft soothing drawl reach my ears. I ignored it, looking down on my clasp hands on my lap.

I felt the bed dipped, yet again I ignored him. "Cara, please look at me," He begs with his remorseful voice as he tips my chin with his finger. I look up to see his remorseful eyes staring at me. When he tried to pull me, I flinch and he grumbled under his breath incoherently. His eyes were soft and full of regrets.

"I'm sorry, cara, please. I lost my temper and I scared you. I shouldn't yell at you." He apologized as he sat on the bed and pulled me on his chest. This time, I didn't flinch. I let him hold me as I cried even more.

I pulled my body away from him as soon as I recollected myself and stop the tears. I wipe the last drop with the back of my hand and bravely spoke. "I shouldn't expect too much. I was here to pay a debt." I started, then biting my bottom lip to stifle the tears again. "I shouldn't give meaning to those words you admitted. I was a fool," I sniffed as I look down. Again, the tears started to roll down my cheeks.

I hate it when I'm too emotional. I hate to cry in front of him.

"Cara, please don't say that." I heard his alarmed voice as he tried to reach me again, but I move back. I crawled to the edge of the bed and got out. Trying to stop the shaking of my legs, I stood my ground and turned to face his pained face. He looks crestfallen, and at the same time angry.

Marco got out of the bed and stood a meter away from me. His teal eyes held with mixed emotions as he stared at me. "Cara, please. .." He begs as he approached me, but I raise my hand to stop him from getting closer to me.

I had to. If he holds me, I will surely forget what he did.

"Stay where you are, Marco. I will go back to Anthony when this baby comes out." I choked. I gulped audibly and concealed the broken feelings I felt after spilling the words. I don't want to even think about it.

"Cara mia, NO!" he growled and in an instant, I was in his arms. He was holding me so tightly that I thought I was going to lost my oxygen. "Please, I'm sorry. I know I was an ass. I scared you and believe me, cara. I didn't mean it. I was so jealous." He admitted and I tried to pull myself off him, but the more he tightened his hold around me like I'm going to fade forever.

"I can't breathe, Marco," I breathed almost choking. When he realized it, he loosened his grip.

"Oh, I'm sorry, cara," he mumbled as he kissed my head tenderly, but no plans for releasing me. I felt the hurt and pain in his voice and fused to mine. I felt that sincerity with his words and again I want to believe him, but my head was opposing.

"A relationship with no love is useless, Marco," I explained it to him bitterly all the while my tears was running down my eyes. He pulled himself a bit then stared into my eyes. He wipes the tears with his thumbs and stared into my eyes, piercing into my soul.

"I can't bear to lost you. Not with anyone and especially with Anthony." He admitted as he kissed my eyes tenderly. "I'm sorry for making you cry. I hate to see you crying, cara. It breaks my heart. And for that, I realize you owned my heart. I didn't know what it means, all these scary feelings, this odd emotion I'm having until I saw those tears I caused. And with that, I realized you already crept into my heart without realizing it." He continued on and my tears went full blast. But this time, tears of joy.

My heart was pounding loudly inside my chest. I thought it popped out of my chest from all this overwhelming joy I felt.

I was so happy to know that he loves me too. I didn't expect it too soon. I didn't expect him to admit it. I'm so happy, no beyond happy. It was overwhelming.

I clung to his neck and cried more. "Please say something, and stop crying Cara. I hate it, I hate myself for making you cry." He frantically said as he tried to search for my eyes, wiping my tears non-stop.

"Please say it. I want to hear those words, Marco." I smiled like a fool with my cheeks soaking wet with the tears that blasted like a dam.

"I love you Georgina Ricci and I mean it. I don't want to lose you! And I'm stupid for not knowing it." He obliged and I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist he catch me and I giggled. We almost stumbled onto the floor. "I love you so much, Marco. I don't know why even though you're an ass most of the time, but I did. I love you!" I poured out my heart, as I giggled.

"Oh God, you scared me there to death. Please, don't ever tell me to leave me again! I can't bear it!" He whispered as he wraps his hands around me like there's no tomorrow. "And, no more crying cara. I hate to see those tears." He added on with a breathless voice. He looks really remorseful and I hated seeing him like that.

"Yes." I nodded. " And, I will never leave you, Marco. Never!" I promised.

He walks back to the bed still carrying me with my legs wrapped around his waist, effortlessly. "Stay here, cara. I have something to give you." He smiled with mischief as he places me on the edge of the bed with my legs dangling over the edge.

My curiosity bubbled up and before I could ask him, he was on his heel to the door.

I waited patiently and not long enough, he was back but I see nothing in his hands. My eyebrows quirked in confusion.

Then he knelt down closer to me, holding my one hand. My eyes widened and my confusion grew. "I know we started in a wrong way, and I wanted to make it right. Georgina Ricci, will you give me this lifetime to correct all the wrong things I've done to you? Will you be my wife?" he asked and my slow mind just then process and tears rolled down on my cheeks as I watch him pulled a black velvet box from his pocket. I was stunned and tongue-tied as I watch him opened the box and a beautiful antique ring revealed before my eyes. It was exquisite.

"Please say yes, cara." His frantic voice drags me out of my frozen thoughts. "You did not like the ring? I have another one in my office. I forgot about this that I asked my secretary to order me one. I thought you would like this." He rambled.

I put my finger over his tempting lips to stop him from rambling as I smiled broadly. "This is so beautiful and I'm so honored to be the next owner." I nodded my head profusely. "Oh God, yes Marco. I'm so happy!" I squealed in happiness as I jumped on him and we both stumbled backward, fortunately, his other hand helps regained our balance before his head hits the floor, with me on top of him. The box with the ring drops on the floor beside him.

"Oh, I'm sorry.." I frantically got of him as I realized what just happened.

"I'm fine, cara." He chuckled and then he picks up the box as he sat on the floor and pulled the ring out of it and slip it on my finger. It was perfect. It fits like a glove and it seemed like it was made for me.

"It's an heirloom. Mom gave it to me before she passed away. And now, it's yours." He smiled and he pulled me onto him and I gave him a hard lingering kiss in which he happily return the gesture.

I felt so honored to be the next successor of such exquisite ring. I was so happy and suddenly my life takes an 180 degrees turns. From dull to interesting. Who would have thought that the ordinary prep teacher would capture the heart of the womanizing Massaretti? The cold impassioned bastard was now mine.

MY FIANCEE!

I grinned.

"I love you so much, Marco," I murmured as I hug hum tight. He chuckled as he hugs me back, holding me so close to him with our chest pressing against each other, not even an air could go through it.

"I love you, cara mia. And, I can't wait to call you Mrs. Massaretti!" He beamed at me as he pulled a little further to meet my eyes. Then he gave me another peck on my lips before we both got up.

"You need to get ready, cara. We are leaving soon to your house." Marco reminded me and I nodded. I reluctantly pulled myself away from him and bounced to my walk-in closet and filled my small luggage with some clothes I could wear for the night and tomorrow.

I felt like I was in heaven and once in a while, I stared at the beautiful ring. Admiring it's beauty.

I can't believe I'm engaged to the most influential person in the world. I grinned occasionally like a fool. My heart swelled with happiness. I just wish mom and dad are still alive and for sure they are happy too.

I shook the nostalgic feelings that slowly creeping in my heart and focused on packing my luggage.

"Don't bring too many clothes, cara. I have Francesca covered pretty much for tomorrow. It's nonno's birthday and nonna wants to meet you." I heard Marco, snapping me out of my lost thoughts. I quickly look on the door frame of the room and he looks sinfully sexy with his suit pants and just his white crisp buttoned down shirt, with his sleeves carefully folded before his elbows, neatly tucked into his refined Armani suit pants. He was leaning against the door frame with his hands resting inside his pockets.

God, he looks downright charismatic. He looks like one of Da Vinci's works that come to life.

"Are you tempting me, Mr. Massaretti?" I teased as I stood up forgetting about packing, then sexily walk to his direction.

He stood straight and approached me. Sweeping me off my feet he spun around with me. I giggled as I hold on to his neck.

"If I do, what would you do, cara?" He responded teasingly. His mischievous teal eyes were staring into mine and I felt like I was hypnotized again.

Batting my lashes I stared into his smoldering teal eyes. "Maybe, another round.." I said sexily, purring like a sexually starved lover. I cringed at the thought, but the excitement was already taken over me. "It's a shame that this beautiful suit has to come off, Mr. Massaretti." Standing on my tippy toes I whispered against his earlobe. Barely reaching it, with my hands skimming the buttons of his crisp shirt.

Damn, he's too tall. My neck hurts.

"Have your way, my fiancee," Marco grinned mischievously meeting my dark hazy eyes. He was hovering over me. His hands were still inside his pockets. It irks me that he never made any movement. "We have all the time.." Marco whispered huskily against my cheeks with his rich velvety drawl that always made me feel wet down, between my legs. He was staring at me with his eyes dancing with lust.

With that, my confident rose up swiftly and I soon find myself lowering on my knees and pleasures him with all I can. I was surprised how I did it, but seeing him groaning, and his eyes dilating with pleasure, I knew I was doing it right. He came and I felt a greater satisfaction. More than having my climax. It was a gratifying feeling.

And then he carried me on his waist, with my legs wrapped around his waist, he walks to the wall and presses me against the wall. He plunged his pulsating, thick and hot cock into my sleek dripping pussy and I cried in pleasures as I clung to his neck with support, with my head falls back leaning against the wall.

"Fanculo. You're so sleek and wet cara. As I always wanted.." He breathes as he sucks my sensitive swollen nipples, all the while humping me fast and hard. My body jerk up and meets every thrust desperately as I moaned loudly with every thrust. The pleasures kept building up, higher and higher until we both reach our climax.

Crying out our names, he releases his juices inside of me, meeting mine.

After another mind blowing sex, we finally got into the limo and soon enough, we are on our way back to the city.

Marco was cuddling me inside the limo as I tried to sleep. Exhaustion is now kicking in my system. I could feel his lips occasionally pressing on my head. I felt so contented in his arms, secure and very happy.

Finally, I found my home.

               THE NIGHT of his grandfather's birthday arrived. Marco led me inside the grandeur mansion. His mansion is almost as luxurious as his grandparent's mansion, although his is more modern than this one.

As soon as we entered the mansion, eyes were glued to us. When those scrutinizing eyes landed on me, I felt like I was undressed and my whole being is being meticulously appraise thoroughly. Gauging and intimidating eyes that made me feel shrink and just wanted to disappear from their condescending eyes.

My palms starting to break cold sweats and butterflies erupted in my stomach. Marco seemed to feel the discomfort that settled in my gut. He held me firmly around my waist as he guides me inside, ignoring the curious looks their guest was throwing us, especially on me.

Then a beautiful woman in her sixties approached us as with her gray eyes trained on Marco, then to me. She looks stunning in her floor length black gold sequin maxi dress.

When she saw me, she stops on her track and her face suddenly looks pale, but then in a minuscule, she composed herself and walks towards us with a bright smile.

Her change of emotions suddenly confused me.

"Marco, figlio," she smiled sweetly as she pulled Marco for a hug. Marco kissed her on the cheeks and then pulled away.

"Nonna, I want you to meet my fiancee, Georgina Ricci." He introduced proudly as he pulled me to his side. "Cara, this is my grandmother, Sophia Fiore." He added on beaming at me.

"Fiancee?" Sophia mumbled looking utterly surprised.

"Yes, nonna. I just propose last night." He bobs his head happily. Sophia seemed to look more stunned, then gave me a fake happy smile, or I was just hallucinating as I felt out of place in the crowd.

"Congratulations to both of you. I'm so happy figlio," she smiled and then she pulled me for a hug which I hesitantly return the gesture. "It was nice meeting you Georgina," she beamed at me. And I thought it was genuine. "Welcome to our family." She proudly said as she led us both to a group.

I look up to meet Marco's eyes, and he smiled at me. "Are you alright?" He asked.

I just nod. He gave me a brief peck on my lips and I heard Sophia's clearing her throat as we stop to a group. I embarrassingly turned my attention to the group and Sophia introduces us to the couples. My attention then caught the beautiful woman that looks so familiar.

I couldn't be wrong. She's a supermodel. Just by the looks of her and the way she carried herself, she is one.

I felt like I was a trash in front of her. She stood in front of us as she smiled, mostly to Marco and I'm non-existent.

"Marco," she purred and pulled him and before Marco could say anything, her lips descended on his.

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