Fated By Stars (Fated Hearts, #1 & 2)

Chapter 58

"Sianna," I say as I see her after turning my head to the right. She puts her phone in her pocket and walks up to where I'm sitting on the patio chairs under the pleasant warmth of the sun. This place is sunny from what I've noticed in the past few days.

"Roselyn," she says as she takes a seat in front of me. A disapproving twisted frown on her face, while questions form in her expression as she takes in my face.

"You didn't sleep last night either." It wasn't a question. Her blue eyes remind me of Brielle. I haven't talked to her. We thought someone might track it.

"I couldn't sleep properly," I point out. I did try to sleep, but Arosio's face has haunted me every night since I left him. Two days later, after I left him, I flew to Italy because I knew this was a place he wouldn't look for me. Now, I've been here for six days and Sianna has become my friend-she made me her friend. She knew who I was before I even came to this villa. Out of pity or whatever she felt for me, she kept on trying to cheer me up, but I knew that it wouldn't work when I knew he was hurting. More than I am, maybe. Or we both might be hurting in the same way. No one knows.

"Do you want to hear my advice?" She says a small smile manages to form on my lips. Her accent is so cute. Adriana and Arosio don't have accents like hers.

"No," I reply. I know what she is going to say. I've been crying every day and night thinking about him, but yesterday I fainted from not having any food for two days straight. But I had no appetite for any food. Even the food made me think of him and the family. So Sianna had enough of me and told me what I should do, but I'm afraid of doing so. I miss all of the family terribly, to the point where I want to go to their estate and get on my knees to beg for their forgiveness. I saw the Romano estate here when I was in the car while coming to this place. Raul had shown me the place as we were driving by.

The moment I landed at the airport, totally clueless about what I should do, I looked for a taxi so that I could go to the hotel I had booked and, somehow, Raul happened to be there. He had spotted me before I spotted him. He was about to leave to go somewhere, but that didn't stop him from flipping my plan. He stood in front of me with a charming smile and greeted me in Italian. I made a quick excuse about needing to leave but he wouldn't move away. He had already figured out everything on his mind. After begging him for twenty minutes to not trouble me, he still wouldn't leave.

"Now, Mrs. Romano I can't let you be here alone and without any safety," Raul says with a serious tone. I ask him to call me by my name, which only made him more than sure I had run away. It was not actually running away. I left him. His face haunts me again. What is he doing right now? What did he think of it? When would he come here? Did he tell the family about it? My nails dig into my arm, knowing I've already ruined everything and hurt him.

"What kind of man would I be if I let you be alone in an unknown country when you just seem to have fought with him? What would Romano do if he found out that I had seen you and still let you go away with no safety?" Raul says and scratches on his stubble, pondering. I know he is thinking about whether he should call Arosio.

"I don't know what he will do, but let me go by myself," I demand. He, again, refuses.

He looks at me, thinking about whatever it is, and then speaks after seconds, "How about this? You want to escape him, right? I wouldn't tell him where you are."

"You will." He can't expect me to trust him when he is Arosio's cousin.

"You look like hell, Roselyn. Your face clearly screams, you just cried yourself till you got sick, " He places his hand on my forehead and I flinch away. But I cannot run because there are a few men standing a few steps behind me as if waiting for me to run so they can catch me. Life never seems to know when I'm done with this running game where I always get caught in the end, "You've got a fever. Even if you were not my sister-in-law, I, as a man, cannot allow a sick lady to wander off alone when she is emotionally unstable." He reasons, and I know where he is getting at. But I'm not going to live in his place.