HER REVENGE

19.

Did you really think I was going to kiss you?" Alessandro said, his voice mocking. "Get out."

Chiara's eyes snapped open, and she pushed herself away from the wall, her face burning with embarrassment. How could she have been so stupid? He was never going to kiss her. She felt like an idiot for even thinking it.She turned and fled the room, her cheeks hot with humiliation.

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As Chiara left, Elena entered with a Isabella by her side.

"Sir, this is the new model," Elena said, gesturing to the Isabella

"What's your name?" Alessandro asked, his eyes roaming over the Isabella's figure.

"My name is Isabella," Isabella said,

★★★

Isabella run in to Matteo as she left Alessandro office

"Oh, I'm sorry," Isabella said, her cheeks turning pink. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Oh, it's you!" Matteo exclaimed,

"My name is Isabella," Isabella said, extending her hand.

"Nice to meet you again, Isabella ," Matteo said, shaking her hand. "What are you doing here?"

"I work as a model here," Isabella said, a smile playing on her lips. "And you must be someone important, if you're here."

"I'm just a photographer," Matteo said, laughing. "I'm not that important."

"But your dad owns this company," Isabella said, a puzzled look on her face. "Why would you choose to be a photographer?"

"It's my choice," Matteo said, "Now, you'd better get to your shoot, or you'll be late."

Isabella nodded, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. "You're right. I'd better go."

She turned to leave, but then stopped and looked back at Matteo. "It was nice to meet you."

Matteo smiled. "It was nice to meet you too, Isabella."
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"Are you going to just sit there and watch Matteo be a photographer in your own company?" Maria shouted

"He's his own person," Fabrizio said, "He can do what he wants."

"But he's your son!" Maria exclaimed, "Don't you even care?"

Fabrizio didn't say anything, his expression blank. He just stared straight ahead, refusing to meet Maria's eyes.

"Are you seriously not going to do anything about it?" Maria shouted,

"Woman, he's his own person!" Fabrizio shouted, his voice growing louder. "He can make his own choices!"

"But he's your son!" Maria yelled, her eyes filling with tears. "Don't you even care? ,It's not just about Alessandro, you have to care about Matteo as well! He's a Perez too!"

Fabrizio's eyes flashed with anger, but he remained silent.
Maria waited for him to say something, but he just stood there, his jaw clenched tight. The silence stretched on, until it became unbearable.

Finally, Maria broke the silence. "Fabrizio, please,"

Fabrizio didn't say a word. He just turned and walked away, his back rigid with anger.

Maria wiped away her tears, her chest heaving with emotion. "I will not let that bastard have everything," she whispered to herself. "What belongs to him also belongs to my son. I have come too far to let my efforts go to waste. I will not let him take everything from me. I will achieve my goals, even if it means bringing him down."She clenched her fists,
★★★

Rosalba was fuming as she watched the screen, her hands gripping the phone so tightly that it started to crack. Isabella was on the screen, advertising a new product.

"I will not let you bring me down, you bitch!,That position belongs to me! It's mine!"

"Rosalba, calm down, You're getting worked up over nothing."

"Don't tell me to calm down!" Rosalba snapped,"This is not nothing!

"You ruined your chance to be their model when you insisted on marrying Alessandro,"

"I will not back down," Rosalba said, her chin raised in defiance. "Both Alessandro and that position belong to me."

Claudia shook her head. "Do you really think they will take you back after all you've done? Do you really think they will accept you?"

Rosalba glared at her. "I will make them accept me.
★★★

"Eating junk food will make you gain weight," Lucia said, taking the junk food out of Chiara's hand.

"Why would I want to gain weight?"

"You've forgotten that you're a model?"

"That's the exact reason I want to gain weight," Chiara said stubbornly. "I'm a model for that idiot Alessandro, and he doesn't even look at me twice. He doesn't think I'm beautiful enough, or thin enough."

"Are you there for him to look at you, or for revenge?" Lucia asked, her eyebrows raised.

"I mean, my revenge would be easier if he trusted me first," Chiara said, "I could just kill him and no one would suspect me."

Lucia's eyes widened in shock. "Are you serious?,I don't think you would actually do that. And besides, what if you end up falling for him?"

Chiara shook her head. "No, that's impossible. I'm just using him for my own purposes."

"Are you sure?, Remember, he's your target. Don't forget what you're really there for."

"I won't, I'm there to kill him, and nothing else. I won't let myself get distracted by anything else."

Chiara picked up her duffel bag and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Lucia asked, confused.

"I'm going to sleep here tonight,"

"What, without telling Alessandro?" Lucia asked, her brow furrowed. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"He doesn't own my life, And besides, he doesn't care about me anyway."

★★★
Chiara walked into the house, pretending not to see Alessandro. But as she turned to leave, she felt his hand on her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

"You think you can just come and go as you please?" Alessandro asked, his voice cold and dangerous. He pulled her closer, his eyes locked on hers.

Chiara's heart pounded in her chest. She could feel Alessandro's breath on her face, and his hand on her arm was like ice.

But she refused to show any fear. "Let go of me,"

"Where have you been?" Alessandro asked, His eyes never left hers.

"None of your business," Chiara said, trying to pull her arm away from his grip.

"None of my business?" Alessandro asked, his eyes narrowing. "You are my business, remember?"

Chiara gritted her teeth, anger bubbling up inside her. "We signed a contract that doesn't give you the right to control me," Chiara yelled,

Alessandro just smirked and walked away from her. "I'll get you a bodyguard,"

"I don't need a bodyguard!" Chiara called after him, her frustration mounting. "I can take care of myself!"

"I don't care if you can take care of yourself or not,"

Just then dark-haired man standing in the doorway.

"Good morning, ma'am, I'm your new bodyguard."

"I... I don't need a bodyguard," Chiara stammered, her words trailing off as she caught sight of the man standing in the doorway. "Gabriel?" she whispered, her heart suddenly racing

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