𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨. Model, actress, celebrity. At the age of 22 Gianna already has everything or at least that's what everyone thinks.
But in reality, her life couldn't be more of a mess. Where there's money there's alcohol, where there's pa...
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Their hands were touching, and from the outside, to anyone else out there I'm sure it looked like the couple was simply having a nice romantic dinner but not to me, I know better than that. I can tell how uncomfortable she is, how difficult it's getting to keep that smile on her beautiful face. She is going through hell right now... while I watch, not able to do a single thing about it.
In a perfect world, I would go there and take her away from him without any consequences. I would take her and keep her with me where I knew she wouldn't have to fake a smile ever again. Where I know she would be able to be herself and feel safe.
But this isn't a perfect world.
Moving my attention to William I watch as he finally calls the waiter to ask for the check. The mother fucker had finished his tiramisu around twenty minutes ago but he wouldn't stop talking, caressing Gianna's hand as if he were the most loving boyfriend. I felt sick. A few hours ago he was shaming her for wearing a "revealing" dress and now he was acting like the most devoted boyfriend.
"We are leaving," Gianna said, walking right behind me with William at her side.
Her tone was perfectly monotonous, distant, I would dare to say, and even if I know this is how we are supposed to behave around each other it still hurts. I can tell it hurts her too.
"Why don't you go get the car while we wait here?" William asks not really giving me a chance to answer, his hand resting on the lower part of Gianna's back the same way he had done when we entered the restaurant.
He was claiming her, I could sense it in the way he looked at me. He was telling me that he had won, that she belonged to him and him only.
Only if he knew whose name she will be screaming tonight.
"Of course." It took all my willpower to nod and walk away without breaking his hand so he would stop fucking touching her but I did it. I left the restaurant, asked for our car, and patiently waited while the it couple posed for a hundred different pictures.
Gianna was a hell of an actress, hugging William with a smile on her face as her "boyfriend" answered some of the paparazzi's questions. He clearly thrived in this habitat, no matter what they asked him he always knew exactly what to say, he manipulated the media to his liking.
"I know it's only been a few weeks since you two made it official but everyone is talking about how this relationship will be one to last, do you hear wedding bells in the future?" A paparazzi asks, pointing his phone directly in Gianna's direction.
Wedding bells? They have been together for three weeks and she is only twenty-two for the love of God.
"Who knows, maybe someday but for now we are taking it one day at a time, right?" Gianna laughs, softly stroking William's upper arm.
