Tattered Love

Chapter 11

"Did he just throw his phone in the water?" Mother shrieks out.

"Anger issues, I suppose." I grumble out. Our day has turned into a shit show. Now this wedding, I guess is at a stand still. Since, Ana has confessed a secret that cuts anyone deep. But what did I expect, we're an arranged marriage and she was with him when the arrangement started. Him confessing he hadn't slept with her in months shouldn't have shocked me. But it did. It rocked me to my core and that's me putting it mildly. Donatello looks like he's about to blow steam out of his ears as he follows his son up the long pathway. We all begin to follow behind our parents until someone drapes their muscular arm around me shoulders.

"There's no way she's pregnant with his child. Trust me." Alexander whispers above my head. For some unknown reason, a tear escapes my eye. Why am I crying over him? It's not like our soon to be marriage will be built on love. It's an arranged marriage. Get ahold of yourself. As we make it to the cars, Alessio walks to me. He opens his mouth and I'm waiting for a blow to happen.

"That baby isn't." He freezes as he sees my tears are forming yet again in my eyes. His fingertips wipes away the ones that have escaped.

"She has your future in her stomach. She's carrying your heir. I get it. We're just an arrangement that put a damper on what you had before the deal was made. I'll always come second best to her. No need to explain." I choke out my words. I head to my car and we all begin to head back to my house. As soon as we get out of the car; I can hear Donatello and Alessio arguing. The argument is heavy.

"I told you to drop that gold digger! How could you do this Alessio? Why can't you listen for once in your life? This bitch has you by the balls now idioto!" His voice roars in anger.

"I hadn't done a thing with her in months! There's no way that baby is mine!" Alessio roars back.

"Paternity test dumb ass. Get one!" His dad snarls.

"Planned on it. I don't see why you're so hell bent pissed off at me." Alessio snaps.

"Because your fucking actions effect her." Donatello yells as he points at me. Alessio looks in my direction and our eyes lock.

"I quit fucking around with her months ago when I.." He quits ranting all together. What was he about to say?

"It doesn't matter anyways. The child won't be mine." Alessio grumbles out.

"Get that damn DNA thing done now. Tell Ana to meet us at the restaurant. All of us are going to have a grand discussion about this fiasco." Donatello growls out.

"Issy come inside! We must get ready to head to the restaurant." Gabby calls from the door. Great, I have to be there for this fiasco as he calls it.

Fuck me.

I walk slowly into my room to get showered and changed for this disaster we call dinner. Once I have showered, I slip my robe on and begin with my makeup. I put on a nude colored eyeshadow and darken the edges with a darker nude color. I wing my liner and pop on some mascara. My lips are a dark red. I replace my robe with my elegant flowy floor length black dress. My black strappy heels are next. I opted for my hair in a low sleek chignon bun. I left a few face framing pieces. I grab my small purse and walk out my door. My heels clack against the wooden stairs and I descend down them. I don't say a word and begin for my car. I will not be riding with the chaos that's going to happen. As I waltz to my car, I pass the Greco family that had just arrived.

They must have went home to change.

"Isabella." Donatello calls for me.

"I'm just going to follow you all. I'll be in my car." I call back. He give me a nod than turns and give Alessio a glare. A glare that would have put someone in the grave. Everyone begins to pile into the limousines while I sit in my car. I pull behind Grecos and in front of my parents. I tail behind them as if I would loose them. We pull up to the restaurant thirty minutes later. And standing there in all her glory is Ana. I park my car in the car park as the limousines pull up at the door. I get out and my heels clink against the asphalt. As soon as Alessio steps out the limousine; she throws herself physically into his arms. Gently he drops her down to her feet and walks past her. He stops and looks around as if he is searching for someone or something. His gorgeous eyes land on mine and it's like I'm in a trance. Frozen in my damn spot. Once I break the trance, I walk by Alessio who grabs ahold of my hand.

"We have to keep our appearance." He whispers under his breath.

"Some appearance we have going on sweetheart. Considering this whole place is about to see Alessio Greco stepped out on his fiancé." I bit back. We walk into the beautiful lobby of the restaurant as everyone follows behind us.

"This way." The hostess says. We follow her around the backside of the restaurant and onto the back patio that over looks the city. As soon as we sit down and get comfortable; Donatello already starts speaking.

"Are you doing the DNA test that can be performed while pregnant?" His voice sounds deadly.

"No." Ana says in a cold tone.

"Why?" Alexander fires back.

"Because I don't want to risk the chances of it getting hurt." She answers with a sneer.

"A baby isn't an it." I shot back in a snarl.

"It is when you don't know the gender." She says with a lot of attitude.

"It's still a baby and not a fucking it." I snap back.

"Well, I want a test done by our physician. We'll have it scheduled in four weeks. They will also make sure you're pregnant. Do a DNA testing. And an ultrasound. Do I make myself clear?" Donatello says with no room for argument.

"Do I not have the say so?" She grumbles out with her eyes drilled into Donatello.

"No you will not. I will not let you go around prancing around pregnant. You aren't anything but a money seeking whore. I doubt your pregnant and if you truly are.... The child isn't my son's. I don't know what scheme you're trying to pull but I see right through you Ana. So you might want to rethink your strategy." Donatello growls out in a deadly warning.

Well. What Donatello says is the law. And he just served Ana with papers it seems.

I hope this dinner is over with soon. I can't deal with the tension that's around this table.