Infatuation Of Darkness - Chapter 270

The stay at Italy had officially begun. The moment they had landed in the country, all she had seen was security. If she considered what she had seen in the states as security Italy was the tenfold of it. Men awaited it and subtle bow of head no longer existed. It was a full bed the neck in respect bow. The entire family awaited them at home. No one else than the Don’s immediate family travelled with him.

Charcoal was the colour worn by her. Black in mourning but that period had not begun yet. So she was indicating the early period of grief.

It was all too traditional for her actually understand but the family had passed down generations of traditions and this one seemed royalty so she accepted to continue it. It made her feel like a Queen. The home country meant more, more tradition, more power, authority and respect. Just like Agatha had warned her in the airplane.

‘You cannot question the don. He is the ultimate, epitome one could say, of power. If you disrespect him then so would the people of other houses and to be honest that would not end well in anyone’s favour. I understand that you don’t come from a family of this background but with the life inside you, you have accepted the reality that he is above you. Second, people expect things from you if not now then sometime later but you will be delivering the results.’ Agatha looked at her belly, ‘That gives the respect in their eyes more than any other bride, he mother of an heir, legitimate heir.’

She had her belly palmed the entire way and countless of times she had seen people eyes flicker to her belly more than her own face. They were surprised then. No one had expected hat news from her.

The mansion was old but heavenly to look at. English ivy crawled on the walls. Cream coloured walls with a few cracks in it yet the building seemed strong was ever. The family ma from old money and now she knew why. The house probed her that. The house was even better from the inside. Vintage at its finest with a few touches of modern life here and there but could feel entering a different era when they stepped in. she knew what he meant when he said she was the queen, in this household, she surely was when everyone was bowing down in front of her.

Agatha here was not the head maid here, different butler and maid were; Tonino and Caramela. She had been here before but with Julia as the mistress of the house Alexis was not even offered a tour. Julia in front of others had marked her territory Alexis now realised. Isabella and the others were staying at the mansion made by Gabrielle.

She entered the room, the master bedroom of the castle that they were staying in. The apartment it seemed. When the former don had died the long overdue process that been started immediately by the staff.

The changing.

The room had been changed. Everything in it had been replaced, in fact the paint on the walls too. No one could tell that someone lived her before them. This happened every time the heir took its place on the throne but Nicholas had refused to move out until he dies Gabrielle, in return, had made his own palace especially after his kids were brainwashed by his parents. The room kept in fact the values and vintage vibes but also reflected the change in the times.

“Are you tired?” Angelo asked her when she fell face forward on the bed. “The funeral is day after. Rest.” He said getting up from next to her but she held his hand.

“Why have you not asked about it?” she murmured as she pulled him done to lie with her on the bed. “I know you remember it.”

He sighed and pulled her close, hugging her to him. “Why did you not hit me? I thought you would be ecstatic at the chance given to you.”

She hummed and shook her head. “I was but then I realised something.” That hitting you would make me another version of you, the one who hit people as punishments and that there won’t be any difference between you and me.

“That?”

His question brought her back to reality. “That, I couldn’t hurt the person I cared for.” She answered and looked up to his face to gauge his reaction.

He didn’t say anything and that gave her a go.

“The people that you care for will often make mistakes and you cannot punish them every time. Sometimes you will have to forgive them like I did for you because you were not responsible there the circumstances were something that you had not expected.”

He exhaled loudly and she could tell that he was contemplating on what to say. “I…was not thought that.”

She chuckled dryly at that. “No one is taught that. We have to understand that ourselves, through heartbreak and tears you understand what values you look for in s person. The only on here who has is me.”

He gave her a stink eyes at that. “I have hardships too.”

“Uh huh, failing to kill someone isn’t hardship in the first place.” He didn’t reply to that he knew that she was correct.

“I just regret not having a normal childhood even Vincenzo had one better than mine.”

Alexis however didn’t agree. “Normal childhood or life is a luxury. Not many of us receive it and that makes us something else, something not mediocre.” She realised the conclusion that she was going to tell him applied to her as well. “Because our experiences define our decisions.”

“Yet we make mistakes.” He countered.

She smirked knowing she was going to win again. “Human do, that’s why we are humans.”

He seemed to grow tired of the conservation and rubbed his hand on her shoulder, slowly brought it to her belly, where he palmed the slightly visible tummy. “I promise that with them. It would be the most normal childhood anyone could have in this lifestyle.”

With the sincerity he spoke with, she believed every word he said.. The children would have it better than their parents for sure.