NFTMB)Chapter 28
Alessandro
(Amara’s past)
“Calm down Mother”. I said as I walked out of Victoria’s room with my phone on my ear and into my room.
“Calm down, you say? What are you turning into Alessandro?”. My mother scolded me over the phone.
“I have everything under control, mother. Trust me”. I tried to soothe her worries as I discarded my black shirt and sat on my bed.
“No, you clearly don’t! You’re expecting another child with a random girl and I have to find out through the news? I’m offended Alessandro! I’m your mother! When will you stop getting every female you encounter pregnant?!”. She scolded me like a child.
“Forgive me mother, I’ve been caught up with a lot of things lately. These days I’ve had a lot to deal with”. I said feeling a migraine creeping in while I lay down on my bed in exhaustion.
The past events have worn me out. I haven’t slept well and I can’t remember when I last ate.
“Clearly she’s giving you a lot to deal with! Who is this woman Alessandro?! Who are her parents?!”. My mother asked out in anger. She must have thought Victoria was an heiress or a popular figure.
I myself didn’t know Victoria’s parents. I laughed out at the irony. I was getting married to her but I didn’t know her family.
“Mother calm down, we’ll talk when you arrive. I need to rest, I have a headache. Take care of yourself”. I said before hanging up on her.
“Alessandro–“. The line went dead as I breathed out in relief.
Finally! Some peace.
I leaned back and closed my eyes as I tried to get some sleep.
“Sir?”. A soft voice spoke from the door. Amara.
I had forgotten I asked her to see me later. I opened my eyes and sat up to see her stick her head in through the door and into my room.
“Come in”. I said falling back into the bed as I closed my eyes.
“You wanted to see me, sir?”. She asked.
“Yes, come closer”. I instructed her.
I felt the bed dip as she sat down beside me. I opened my eyes and saw her sitting quietly there beside me with her eyes on her hands which were clasped together on her thighs.
I knew something was on her mind.
“What’s bothering you, Amara?”. I asked her mentally preparing myself for the drama.
“Nothing sir”. She said fearfully.
I adjusted my previous position and laid my head on her thighs while I placed her previously clasped hands on my head. This was more comfortable. I could perceive her apple and coconut scent.
She ran her hands through my head in a soothing motion and that helped calm me down. I relaxed into her touch as the comfortable silence continued until I spoke.
“I’m tired, Amara, don’t stop”. Her action on my hair halted for a millisecond at the sound of my voice before she continued.
“Do you need me to make you anything in particular?”. She gently asked.
“No, don’t go. I’ll be fine”. I said. She placed her palm on my forehead to check my temperature but I held her hand there, in place. It was warm and soothing.
Her hand continued running through my hair till I heard her speak.
“Can I ask you something?”. She softly asked but I already knew what was coming.
“Go ahead, Amara”.
“Is Victoria really pregnant for you?”. She slowly asked as I detected a tinge of fear in her voice.
“Yes”. I answered her. I wasn’t going to beat about the bush, deny or mince words. She is pregnant for me and that’s the truth. I don’t fear anybody nor do I answer to anyone.
I heard a sharp intake of breath from Amara, her hand stopped moving as she tried to regain her composure before continuing.
With the way she reacted, you would think that I had slapped her or something.
“Is she keeping the baby or is she having it removed. It’s all over the news, you see?”. Amara said calmly.
I knew where this was coming from and it wasn’t going to end well.
Amara’s past pregnancy. Only myself, Amara, Sebastian and Roberta knew she was pregnant for me before, in this house.
Yeah, I know. I’m a very fertile man.
Few weeks before Roberta and I tied the knot, Amara discovered she was pregnant for me and didn’t know what to do.
She informed me about it and I told her I’d make plans for her to give birth in Sicily under the protection and guidance of my mother, Elena Rossi.
I had informed my mother and after so much apologizing and scolding, she finally agreed. She would have allowed Amara to have my child in her house in Italy.
Two days to her departure, Amara went missing as well as Roberta. We searched everywhere for her until I got a lead from Franco, he had sighted Roberta at a convenience store miles away from here.
I hurried down there but I was too late. The baby had been removed without Amara’s consent. She was heartbroken and different from then onwards.
I unleashed hell on Roberta for aborting my first child to which she said that she alone should be the one to bear my children and not Amara.
Roberta was eavesdropping on my and Amara’s conversation and heard her tell me about the baby.
She deceived Amara by telling her to assist her to the mall for shopping, meanwhile she had planned with a doctor to have the baby removed.
Amara was abducted by her goons and forcefully sedated before the abortion was conducted. I felt for her. That was a very painful experience.
Amara was never happy when Roberta was around. She always mistreated and picked on her with her rude friends.
You can’t forcefully have someone else’s baby removed and then get pregnant with yours and you’re not sure if you want the baby, then have it and decide that it deserves everything good in the world and to be raised in a normal family and to raise him in love and all that bullshit. You killed someone else’s.
There’s truly no peace for the wicked. I knew that very well and Roberta experienced it first hand.
It made no sense. She definitely got what was coming to her. I’m glad I killed her. She killed my child and then proceeded to try and run away with the other one.
“She’s keeping the baby, Amara. I plan to marry her as well”. I said casually, referring to her previous question.
In a flash her hands were removed from my head as she couldn’t believe her ears.
“What?”. She said flabbergasted at the recent development.
“When did this happen?”. She asked in total disbelief.
What a funny question. But I’ll indulge because it’s her.
“In this house, approximately two months ago, in her room and in her bed. It happened once, late at night and she got pregnant”. I answered her truthfully.
“No!”. She exclaimed.
Here we go again!
“Yes”. I answered.
I sat up from her thighs and looked at her face. Her hands covered her mouth as tears clouded her eyes.
“How could you do this to me?”. She said as her tears poured down like rain.
Wait, what?!. What the fuck is she going on about?.
“What’re you talking about, Amara?”.
“You wouldn’t let me be with Gavin, you wouldn’t let me leave, but now you’re getting married?”. Her voice rose a few octaves higher.
“Watch your tone, Amara!”. I reminded her as she sniffled with a hurt expression on her face. Her nose had turned red.
“Tell me sir, where does this leave me? What do I become to you?”. She asked as fresh tears poured out of her eyes.
I didn’t understand the need for the overreaction. Amara has always been here in the picture even when Roberta was the lady of the house. What makes Victoria’s case different?.
“You’ll always be here Amara, until I say otherwise. Nothing changes anything”. I said.
“No, this changes everything. It’s different now, you carried her into the house, in your arms! You never did that before, not even when Roberta was heavy with matteo. She’s different!”. Amara insisted.
I was itching to knock some sense into her but I restrained myself and decided to do things the easy way.
“Calm down, Amara. I don’t feel anything for Victoria or you. There’s nothing emotional about the arrangement. I just don’t want to have my child branded as a bastard”. I stated.
My explanation must have infuriated Amara.
“Really, Alessandro? Really?! What about my own child? Why didn’t you fight for it like you’re doing for hers?! Why didn’t you propose marriage to me for the sake of my child? What makes hers different?! They were both your children! You really hurt me, Alessandro!”. She lashed out at me as her eyes held so much hurt and emotions.
Today was the first time she had dared to call me by my name. She called me Alessandro in a fit of rage.
I had created a monster.
“Keep your emotions in check, Amara. You’re getting way out of line. I have no reason to explain myself to you nor do I have any obligation to you. You may have carried my child once but that was in the past, what has happened has happened and now you’re just my maid and my mistress, never forget that! Never forget your place!. I threatened her with the aim of scaring her.
“Just your maid and your mistress? You say it so casually Alessandro, but you don’t understand what it entails or how I feel! I wipe the floor you walk on and the floor your ex wife used to walk on and now I’ll wipe the floor your new wife will walk on too. I clean the dishes and prepare your meals just as I look after your baby when you’re not around. I warm your bed, Alessandro, even when I’m tired and stressed from work! You never ask me if I’m up for it or if I’m feeling alright! You don’t want me to be with Gavin nor do you want me to marry someone else!.
What do you really want from me? I won’t stay this way forever, I’ll grow old and then you’ll discard me like a worthless piece of trash and find someone new. You stood by and watched as Roberta branded me a whore in front of her friends and yours at parties and gatherings and you did nothing! You’ve never defended me! But Victoria is pregnant and you’re marrying her? I wish you all the best”. Amara concluded as more tears flowed down her face.
I was tired and I had a headache. I wasn’t in the mood for this.
“I’m not in the mood for this, Amara. You sure know how to ruin the mood. I’m marrying her and that’s final. You had better get used to it”. I said, slinging one arm over my face.
Amara chucked bitterly before speaking.
“Then I’ll marry Gavin too, you better get used to not sleeping with me”. She said threateningly before she stood up and tried to walk out the door.
That was it!.
I swiftly stood up from the bed and before she could understand what was happening, I grabbed her by her hair and by her jaw as she fell back into the bed while I hovered over her. She whimpered out in pain as she wept uncontrollably.
“I said I wasn’t in the mood for this but I can see you’re growing wings now, hmm? Let me make this clear to you! Marry him and he dies, then I’ll kill your family and his family too, and the nicest part is you’ll be back here in this house serving me and warming my bed every night and every day without fail. You’ll stay alive because I’ll make sure that you won’t get your happy ending even in death! Do I make myself clear?”. I threatened her.
In between tears she nodded.
“Words! Amara”. I demanded.
“Yes sir”. She managed to respond as she cried out in pain.
Good. That’s how I put her in her place.
“Alessandro? Is everything alright?”. Victoria frantically knocked on the door.