(NFTMB)Chapter 41
Victoria
(Tales Of Paris)
I couldn’t hold back the tears that fell at the embarrassing situation Fabiano had just thrown me into.
I wiped the tears as I walked briskly up the stairs and into Matteo’s nursery. I need to be alone and away from these people.
He was asleep.
I closed the door behind me and walked to the bed in wobbly legs before slumping onto the bed and crying my eyes out as silently as possible.
I didn’t want to wake the baby up.
Is this what my life will become now?
Constantly being embarrassed and humiliated just because of one silly mistake and just because of one person.
I sniffled and wiped at my tears as more poured out.
What kind of people were they? What type of family is this? They’re all animals.
I regret every single decision I’ve taken in my life that led to me being here now.
What sort of public humiliation did Alessandro plan on putting me through? Is this all in a bid to punish me?
Doesn’t he see that I’ve suffered enough? Do I really need to die for him to know that my very soul has had enough?
Everybody knows that he’s sleeping with Amara now and he still doesn’t care.
And as for Fabiano, I pray that dirty old dog rots in hell.
I hope Alessandro eventually kills him. That would make me very happy.
He deserves every horrible thing in life.
The door slowly opened as a curtain of black hair popped into the room from across the little crack in the door.
It was Amara.
I wiped my tears immediately and hardened my features.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know that you were in here, Ma. I just came to check on Matteo”. She said as she stepped into the room.
An uneasy expression on her face.
“Well, now you know”. I said.
“Are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying”. She said, stepping closer to me.
“Stop! Don’t come close to me”. I said signaling with my hand.
“Oh sorry”. She muttered
“Am I okay? Well, what do you think?!”. I snapped at her.
“I’m sorry”. She whispered.
“You’ve really got some nerve to tell me that! Stop playing nice already! It’s sickening to watch! I know you’ve been sleeping with Alessandro just like every other person in this house right now knows as well! I would appreciate it if you stop acting like we’re friends and that you care about my well-being, because you don’t! Start acting like the mistress you are!”.
“No, you don’t understand”. She said, approaching me.
“Stay away from me, Amara! Everything is crystal clear to me now. I don’t need your lies and explanations. I’ve already heard enough. Now leave! I don’t want to see you around me, my child or my stepson. I don’t want you infecting any of us with your filth!”. I warned as I backed away from her.
“You’re asking me to stay away from Matteo? A baby whose father entrusted in my care? I will do no such thing”. She said as she furrowed her eyebrows.
Oh wow.
“You will do no such thing, Amara? Entrusted in your care? Well, you have a lot of guts to stand before me and tell me that!”. I yelled at her.
Matteo’s sharp cries swiftly cut through the previous deafening silence that ensued.
She made a move to head to his crib before I stopped her.
“Stop right there! Don’t take one more step!”. I warned her, pointing a finger at her.
She stopped in her tracks and looked at me in disbelief as I gently picked Matteo up from his crib.
“You’re not his mother”. She said,
“And are you?”. I asked her.
She kept her head low and didn’t say a word.
“I thought as much. I was his nanny and now I’m his father’s wife. That makes me his stepmother. You’re nothing but his maid and his father’s whore!”.
She teared up at my words.
What a pretender and a hypocrite. Did I lie?
“Now, get out of here! We’re done having this conversation”. I said as I gently laid matteo on my lap.
I heard the door shut and I knew she had left. I breathed out in relief.
Hot tears rolled down my face stinging my cheeks. I miss my old life. I miss my tiny little apartment. I miss my friends. I miss my home. I miss being free and happy.
You really don’t know what you have until you lose it.
“What did you actually do to that girl that made her so sad?”. A voice said.
I turned to the door immediately to see Valentino leaning against the wall with his hands stuffed into his pocket.
When did he come in?
I wiped my tears immediately.
“I’m not a bully if that’s what you’re thinking, I just think she deserves to feel at least half the pains I feel”. I answered him.
“I know you’re not. I’m sorry about my uncle. That’s an asshole thing to do. He’s really just that type of person”. He said.
This one seems like the nicest and most empathic of the bunch. He seems more human than his siblings.
One is an airhead, another is a devil and the other is a fool being controlled by a stupid girl.
What beautiful children Elena Rossi has. She must be really proud of her creations.
“Thank you. I’m Victoria”. I said stretching out my hand for a handshake.
He pushed himself off of the wall before taking precise steps to me and taking my hand in his before placing a kiss on the back of my hand.
“I’m Valentino. Alessandro’s younger brother”. He said with a smile.
Wow. What a charismatic gentleman. He really knows how to sweep a lady off her feet.
How come he is related to someone like Alessandro?
He is the opposite of Alessandro. Very kind and polite.
My heart did backflips and somersaults at his actions. I bent my head low to avoid him seeing the blush that tainted the apple of my cheeks.
“So, Victoria. Where are you from?”. He said sitting close to me on the bed.
Finally, someone cares enough to get to know about me and where I’m from.
“I’m from Texas”. I said happily.
“Ahhh. I have a friend who comes from there too. His name is Daniel. We met in Paris but he’s originally from Texas”. He said.
“That’s nice. I would really appreciate a familiar soul right now seeing as I’m surrounded by Italians”.
“I’m Parisian by heart. I love Paris and the people there”. He said happily. You can actually feel the emotion from his voice and the way his eyes twinkled.
“I’ve heard stories about there from my friend. Her sister lives there”.
Grace’s little sister, Megan lives in Paris. She’s a baker there.
“You’ve never been there?”. He asked in surprise.
“No. I was always too poor to travel. I had bills coming in all the time so I couldn’t really save for a trip”. I shook my head as embarrassment clawed at my very soul.
What would he think of me now?
“Would you like to visit it one day?”. He asked.
“Yes. I would love to”.