If someone had told me that I would experience these things with Bella, I would have thought everyone around me was crazy.
Trying to save her, to protect her from my enemies who attacked her today, I don't know with what courage, but when they come to my hands, they will wish they had never been born. I try to do everything to protect her, and what she does is jump off the balcony into the pool. Besides, it's not so warm outside that she can swim in the pool. She doesn't know where she is and she doesn't know how safe it is inside the mansion. She can't get out of here without me knowing. She can try anything but she can't escape.
I didn't want to take any harsh measures against her because I know that she's not used to the mafia, to guns, to enemies, but the time has come for Adriano and Alex's true daughter to wake up. Every day it will be harder to protect her.
I entered the garage, and when I saw the state Bella was in, my eyes went dark. Anger, rage, everything was inside me. She could have died, just because she couldn't be locked in the room.
I told my friends to go out and leave me alone with her.
Bella didn't move. I could see the fear in her eyes, I could see that she was afraid, and after all she had done, she should be afraid.
I walked over to her, stood in front of her, and grabbed her arms on each side, hard enough for her to feel the pain. She made a face like she was in pain, but she didn't complain.
"What you did, this is the most stupid thing possible. You could have hurt yourself a lot. Do you really not have an ounce of brain? I won't argue with you, I won't attack you, I won't even lock you in a room because there's no point in all this because I see that nothing is happening, but everything has consequences, including your decisions. Remember, you did this to yourself." She looked at me strangely, as if I was talking about something. "From tomorrow you're no longer at the university because you're dropped out. You have no business there anymore." I let go of her hands and took a step back.
"What did you say!?" She asked me, trying not to burst with anger.
"You heard me the first time." I turned to leave but she stopped me by squeezing my hand tightly.
"Who are you to decide that!??" She shouted loudly.
"Your husband, who pays for your university." I answered her, now calmly. When I see her anger I am more than calm. "Yes, one more thing. I'm going to the office to work, I don't want you to disturb me, and don't think I'm going to change my mind because I won't." She let go of my hand and I left the garage and headed for my office.
I have no intention of sending her back to college no matter what she does. I will not tolerate such behavior, no matter how spoiled she is. I am not her father nor is she my daughter. There is no gentleness with me, there is no room for feelings in this business, and with her I need to be rough to make her understand something.
I entered my office but Bella entered right behind me.
"I told you not to disturb me." I told her sternly but it didn't affect her because she was angry.
"Who are you? Who are you to do something like that, to decide about my life. You know that college is my dream, and that it's something I live for. How could you possibly think of dropping me out of college??" She rudely got in my face.
"If I remember correctly, I told you not to bother me, get out." My calmness throws her off balance.
"I asked you something!" She shouted.
"Get out." I answered her briefly.
"You can threaten me all you want, I won't change my mind. Starting tomorrow you're at the gym where Elijah will teach you self-defense." She started laughing as if I said I don't know what.
She sat down on the couch and leaned back.
"Why are you looking at me like that!? Do you mind me sitting like this wet, huh? Because I don't really care what you think." She said sharply, even though you could see from the plane that she was freezing. Her whole body was shaking.
I turned my back on her and sat down at my desk.
"Your life is your business. If you want to be cold, who am I to tell you what to do." I know I've brought out the worst in her now, but I have to admit that it's not fun for me not to provoke her like this.
Everything I do or say irritates her.
"Are you fucking crazy!?" She grabbed the first thing she had on her hand and threw it at me. I stepped back so I wouldn't get hit in the head, but she took a fucking rock from the cupboard that my mother had brought from somewhere because it cleanses the body of something. What nonsense. Who believes in that shit.
Of course I always find myself in the middle of that nonsense, and even if I wanted to avoid it, I couldn't.
"Bella, I think that's enough. Get out of my office." I told her, watching her every step.
She came to my desk, and from the looks of it, I thought she was going to take out all her anger on me, which was to be expected, but she started crying.
I, who would have looked at this situation with my heart, would have reacted immediately, and would have just hugged her and held her tightly in my arms, never letting go, but I, who had no heart, just looked at her coldly without a single reaction.
"You, Damien Altimari, you are a piece of shit. You are a person I would never choose as my husband, even if you were the last person in the world. Your being is so poisonous, disgusting, you can't imagine how much disgust I have for the you. You disgust me, I hate every day I spend near you. I hate my life because I have to share it with you. Believe me, I would rather live somewhere with pigs and roll in mud every day than have to see you every day." Expected.
"Are you finished, or do you still have something to add?" I asked her coldly, looking at her leaning back in my chair.
"I believe my parents will come to their senses when they see what kind of person you are. They will save me from this hell with you." I wanted to start laughing but I restrained myself. If she knew what world she lived in, everything would be different, but I have to wait a while longer, I have to prepare her for what is approaching her.
The truth will come out soon, and she won't be ready for it.
"Of course, if you say so. Get out now or I'll call my guards to throw you out, you decide what you want." I told her and opened my laptop, which had something to look at.
"I'm not done..." I didn't let her finish.
"Get out. My time is precious, and right now your bullshit doesn't matter to me." I don't have time for her.
She didn't move from where she was.
I stood up, walked over to her, and grabbed her arm. I dragged her to the door and threw her out. I closed the door and locked it.
"Damien. I'm warning you. Open the door!"
"DAMIEN!"
"I SAID DAMIEN!!"
"YOU BITCH!!"
Honestly, I never expected such a vocabulary from her, a person I always saw as sensitive, gentle, mom and dad's princess who doesn't know bad words. This is something completely different. I thought my wife would be withdrawn. I expected that I wouldn't have any problems with her, but I was wrong. I have my hands full with her and this is just the beginning.
She stopped banging on the door, she finally calmed down.
I continued with my job, which has some small problems, which I can't handle, and that's something I don't like. Someone will pay for all the lost millions.
All the cars that were supposed to cross the Spanish border are gone.
I know who's behind it, and I've had enough of this worm.
Maximilian, get ready. Hell is coming your way.
