CHAPTER 4

I put on the red dress and it completes the entire look. "You look beautiful," Valentina said from behind. "Thank you. You beautiful too," I said. She hugged me. I look myself on the length mirror. She looks beautiful. My eyes were teary. What if my parent sees me in this dress? They probably forbid me to wear it.  "Olive, don't cry. We don't want to ruin your makeup. You looked very beautiful."Valentina said and hug me again. 

I heard a knock on the door and he came in. He wears an Armani suit and shiny shoes. He looks like a Greek God. The Armani fit with his broad muscle. He always looks good. Okay did I just say that? I snapped myself. I need to come to my sense. "like what you see principessa?" he said arrogantly. "sei Bellissima, la mia principessa," he said. (you look beautiful my princess) 

He pecked my lips in front of Valentina. Can't he just stop kissing me?  "what did you say? "I asked. I confused. I saw Valentina smile at me. She knows what he says?  "never mind, " he smirked.  Valentina gives me the heels. "Let me," he said. I give him the heels. "Sit down," he orders me to sit on the bed. I followed. He helps me put on the heel. "I will do it myself," I said and stop him. He already kneels down. He looks at me with a hard expression. I swallowed my throat and let him put it on. 

After a few minutes, we walked out of the room and went downstairs.  The house was bigger than I expected. Well, it Romano the richest in the century. He opened the dining room big door. All of his families were staring at us. It's embarrassing. I let out a small nervous breath. "Good evening everyone, this is my fiancé, Olivia Cooper, " he said proudly. His hand was grabbed my waist in a possessive way. What the fuck!! It can't be. No, it can't be. I confused. My eyes about filled with tears. I hold up my tears. I need to show I'm strong. 

"Come, take a sit." The man looks alike Raffaele in the old version. I think he is his father. Raffaele sat beside me. The woman sits opposite Raffaele was looked like a successful woman. "I want to talk with you alone in the office, son." his father said. His father didn't give me any stare. "Son, why?" the woman said. "What, madre?" he said. "non puoi fidanzarti con il nemico" the woman said in the Italian language. (You can't engage to an enemy) "Ho il mio piano, " he said. (I have a plan) We eat in silence. I don't know what they say. "Hi Olive, I'm Lia his sister." the girl said with a smile. "Don't care about them you are going with me after dinner," she said. She looks a cheerful person and sweet girl. I silence myself. I can't speak. It's awkward. 

After the dinner, everyone introduces themselves to me and him really possessive. I shake my head at him. I can't even shake everyone. After that, he pecked my lips in front of his family before going to his office. My cheek forming red. "What was that?" Lia said from behind. Lia grabbed my hand and going to her room. Her room a little bit bigger than the room that I placed. It's beautiful. "Olive come and sit here," she said. I walked toward her and take a seat on the couch. "I excited with my brother love story, he never brought a woman home," she said. What? He looks like a player. 

"Lia," I said. " your brother and I were not love each other. I just a possessive toy he wants," I said. "No, Olive," Lia said.  "He loves you, Olive. I see in his eyes," she said and hugged me. "No, he not," I said in low voice. "You will soon," she said.  "Okay, enough about that. So how about we get to know each other? Sound good." She said. I nodded my head. "how old were you, Olive? Between, I'm 17 years old." she said with a smile.

"We got the same age but I about turn 18 this December," I said. "you are an adult this June.  How about we go to my brother club to celebrate your birthday.?" She said. "I have never been to the club before. " I said. "I don't know if Raffaele can let me go with you," I said. "I will ask permission from him. He's my brother, he will let us go." She convinces. "Okay," I said. "We should celebrate it in a memorable way on your 18 birthday," she said. I nodded my head. We are talking about my old school. She was talking about her old school. We miss our school. 

Our conversation ended. I go to my room. My hand twisted the knob of

the door slowly. Why I'm so nervous? My heart beating faster. Did he here? I walked in and face him. The room fills with darkness. What is he doing in the dark? I walk and switch on the light.

The devil sits on the couch with his alcohol in his hand. He looks frustrated and pisses off. He closes his eyes. He places his hand on his head. He opens his eyes slowly and lifted his head toward me. Did he notice I'm here now? He looks at me. I swallowed my throat.