Page 29 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

I don’t move, as I don’t have the courage to look at him.

“Not my fucking best friend. You let him take your virginity. Fuck!”

His words feel like a stab in the back. I’m grateful he doesn’t say the words out loud. He’s still trying to protect me from my parents.

They would be furious if they found out I'm no longer a virgin. I let Giovanni down and I can feel it as he lets go of me. He turns and walks away, leaving me to my parents’ cold, unforgiving gazes.

I run to my room and sink to my knees, still in tears, wondering how I have been so unlucky my whole life. Losing Luca hurts the most. I'm glued to the floor next to the door, questioning everything. How could I have believed my family would be innocent?

My knees ache from the cold, hard floor. I cannot muster the energy to move.

Eventually, I force myself up, my legs trembling as I had lost track of time and stayed glued to the floor.

I feel numb as I stroll into the bathroom to clean up, changing into fresh clothes. My head hurts from all the crying. I fall on my bed. The comfort of the plush bedding still doesn’t ease the ache within.

Thoughts of Luca haunt me as I drift away to sleep.

“Miss Gianna.” A faint voice rings in my ears. It doesn’t stop as I turn and cover my ears with my palms. A finger touches me this time.

“What do you want?” My voice is husky and tired. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to get a clearer view of the person in front of me.

It is Dorothy, one of my favorite maids. She is standing next to my bed with the short help gown designed with polka dots and feathers on the arms.

Dorothy’s gentle voice is a stark contrast to mine. Her green eyes are full of pity as she stares at me. “Miss Gianna, your mother requests your presence.”

I turn my head to the other side, away from her gaze. “Tell her I do not wish to see her or speak with her.”

Dorothy lets out a heavy sigh, loud enough for me to hear.

She’s been with us for as long as I can remember. I’ve known her all my life. A part of me wonders why she has chosen to stay with us. With my family all these years.

“Please get up, Miss Gianna. Your mother will be angry.”

I snort, coughing out a chuckle.

“I don’t fucking care how my mother feels. I’d love to be left alone now, Dorothy.”

The room is silent, as neither Dorothy nor I speak, but I can still feel her eyes on me. She never leaves easily.

“I... I shouldn’t be saying this but someone is here to see you. A man.”

I roll to the other side, facing her now. Her face has a few wrinkles and visible grey strands of hair staining her imperfect black hair.

The thought of Luca showing up here mildly crosses my mind. There’s no one else that would possibly look for me.

“Who is it?”

“I can’t say, miss. Your mother is waiting in the living room.” Dorothy turns away from me and walks to the door, leaving as quietly as she entered.

A pang of pain thrusts into my head as I reluctantly stand to my feet and start walking toward the living room. Dorothy wouldn’t lie to me. My whole being wishes for it to be Luca. I need it to be him.

My gaze sweeps across the room, dismissing my mother as I look at the stranger seated on the couch.

His back is turned to me as he speaks with my mother. I can’t help but notice the sharp cut of his suit, the way it accentuates his broad shoulders and tall stature. His hair is long, falling down his back in dark, sleek strands.

My heart sinks, knowing it isn’t Luca.

“Ah, here she is. Gianna, meet Mateo. Mateo, Gianna.”

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