Felicity (SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter 15

There are different types of Emotions in the world, but right now, what Vincenzo is feeling the most is anger.

Vincenzo Russo - The Great And the most Successful Business Tycoon of the country, who is especially known for his calmness in every situation is now sat with disturbed mind. His usually tranquil mind resembled a turbulent sea, its calm surface now shattered by the storm of emotions that had been unleashed. Thoughts raced through his head like a chaotic whirlwind, and the usual clarity he possessed was clouded by a maelstrom of anger, fear, and confusion.

Shaira's voice, dripped with venom, echoed in his ears, provoking a storm of emotions within him.

Her voice rang in his ears.

Who knows what will happen when she learns about what her dear Vince has done with her mother ?

His grip tightened on the paperweight.

How he kept her away from her own mother ?

Just imagine, how much she'll come to hate you ?

Vincenzo's eyes darkened as his fists tightened more, knuckles turning white as his face contorted with anger. His brows furrowed, and his normally calm eyes now blazed with fiery intensity. The memories that Shaira's words had awakened, old wounds that had never truly healed, seared through his mind. His breath came in heavy, controlled exhalations as he fought to maintain his composure.

Just imagine what she'll think when she finds out that her strong Vince couldn't even protect himself infront of a girl ?

His breath hitched as all negative thoughts started coming in his mind.

Beneath the anger, a deep, gnawing fear lurked. His heart raced, thudding loudly in his chest. The thought of his precious 12-year-old daughter, Bella, hating him sent chills down his spine. He imagined her innocent face, her laughter, and the warmth of her hugs. It was an image he couldn't bear to lose.

What if, Shaira was right ?

What if Bella will really-

His eyes widened as his chest tightened. Vincenzo's office suddenly felt suffocating. His chair creaked as he pushed himself away from the desk, his legs trembling slightly as he stood. He paced the room, his mind racing with thoughts of what if's. Each step he took mirrored the turmoil within him, his movements agitated and restless.

The paperweight still gripped in his hand, he couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that overwhelmed him. The desire to hide his daughter from the cruel world, clashed violently with the knowledge that his past had resurfaced to haunt him. His anger raged like an inferno, but beneath it all, fear clawed at his heart, threatening to consume him.

Vincenzo's knuckles turned crimson as his grip on the paperweight tightened further. He could almost hear Shaira's wicked laughter echoing in his mind. The emotions warred within him, a tempestuous storm of anger and fear that threatened to engulf him. In that moment, all he wanted was to ensure himself that he will do anything to make Bella forgive him, even if it meant confronting the ghosts of his past that had returned to haunt him.

His head snapped towards the door which just opened with a large thud.

Salvatore comes inside with a disturbing look on his face as his face held a frown.

Before Vincenzo could react anything, Salvatore asked, "Where's your phone, Vince ? Why aren't you answering your phone ?"

Vincenzo frowned and looked at the phone on his desk.

"Why ? What happened ?"

He asked slightly panicked, suddenly his instincts kicked in.

Salvatore looked in his eyes.