THE GIRL I KNEW

39. HOLY FUCK.

COMMENTS MAKE ME SMILE 🙃💛

GABRIELLA’S POV:

“Gabriella Dalmonte is one of the most despicable human beings I have ever known!”

“She should be cancelled for this!”

“It’s so funny how her followers love her one minute and the next minute, the entire population of twitter DRAGS her, lol!”

“So first she keeps the fact that she had a child away from the media and now it turns out that the child isn’t hers and she literally put parental responsibilities on another man! A LOMBARDI for that matter who APPARENTLY is her EX! Who does that?! Isn’t this illegal?!”

“Here I was thinking that she’s going to be a different Dalmonte. Turns out they’re all COLD HEARTED!!”

“Sorry Gabriella but your career is done and dusted!”

“I’ve always hated her from the beginning!”

“Ariana didn’t do a good job in raising her children!”

“Those tears she shed were definitely fake! She doesn’t love anyone but herself!”

“Why are all the great great grandchildren of Late Flavio Dalmonte so messed up?!....well except for Jasemeil Dalmonte (probably because he’s not ACTUALLY a Dalmonte, LMFAOOO.”

“You’re nothing like your mother. Ariana would never do such a thing!”

“I’m so confused Tequila is André’s niece and not his child?!”

“Gabriella’s stupid die hard fans should seriously stop defending the bitch! She deserves to be cancelled!”

“You used to be my favorite female actress but now, HEEEELLL NO! SOMEONE SHOULD SNATCH THAT EMMY AWARD AWAY FROM THAT LATINA’S HAND!”

“The Lombardi family should take legal actions against her for this!”

“So what’s going to happen to Tequila?”

“I heard that Laura wants her child back but Gabriella ran away with her. I hate her!”

My name was literally being dragged everywhere. On the news, online, in fact all the headlines I’ve seen to day have my name on it. People have been sending me death threats upon threats, some telling me to kill myself because of what I did, extremely fake and untrue rumours are spreading everywhere by the freaking second and I can’t do anything about it, everyone keeps blowing up my phone to the point I can’t sleep or stay in a place with quietness.

“If you want I can come with you to Italy so you can feel more safe and protected.” Rokkett said while opening the door for me so I could come out.

“It’s okay Rokkett, I’ll be fine.” I hopped out. “Is the package here?” I quietly asked him as he went get my luggage from the trunk of my favorites car — my white G-Wagon.

“Yes it is.” He nodded.

“How much?”

“Ten million.” He said and my annoyance rose.

“I am really thinking of getting another drug dealer. I feel he’s cheating me.”

“I don’t really think so. But that doesn’t matter now, what matters is that you get Tequila and bring her back home safely.”

After a man working for my family’s airport came to me to take my bags from Rokkett, Mr. Anderson came and and showed me to the plane we all would be boarding. Jase was supposed to come but dad put him in charge of the company till whenever we will be back. And by we, I mean me, my dad, Andrew and...him.