Carmen Cortez, 21, is not just your ordinary woman. She is someone who has made plentiful mistakes, but will do everything she can to fix them, even if that means becoming an assassin. Having ten older brothers and a twin sister, it's kind of hard t...
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I wiped my tears and took a deep breath, heading upstairs to try and talk to Alex. As I reached his office, I noticed the door was slightly open. I could hear him speaking in rapid, angry Italian on the phone.
"Non possiamo permetterci un altro errore, capisci? Non ancora!" he was saying, his voice tense and filled with frustration.
I hesitated, standing in the doorway, not wanting to interrupt but needing to try and make things right. He glanced up and saw me standing there. His expression hardened as he walked over and closed the door in my face without a word.
I stood there for a moment, feeling a fresh wave of hurt wash over me. "I'm sorry," I whispered to the closed door, knowing he couldn't hear me.
With a heavy heart, I turned and walked back downstairs. The silence in the penthouse was deafening. I tried to busy myself with anything I could find—cleaning, organizing, anything to keep my mind off the argument. But it was no use. My thoughts kept circling back to Alex, to the pain in his eyes, to the hurtful things we had said.
Hours passed without a word between us. The silence stretched on, heavy and oppressive. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I went to our bedroom and lay down, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing.
I heard the front door open and close softly, and I knew Alex had left without saying a word. He was probably heading to one of his clubs, needing to blow off steam. It hurt that he hadn't told me, but I understood. We both needed space.
As I lay there, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of guilt. Maybe I had pushed too hard. Maybe I should have been more understanding. But I also knew that I couldn't keep living like this, caged and controlled, no matter how much Alex thought it was for my own good.
The hours dragged on, and I felt the exhaustion of the day finally catch up to me. As I drifted off to sleep, my last thoughts were of Alex, hoping that we could find a way to make things right.
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Sitting at my desk, the weight of the day's events bearing down on me like a suffocating blanket, I dialed Giovanni's number with a sense of grim determination.
