THE FAKE FIANCÉ VS THE OLD FIANCÉ
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CHAPTER 16: THE FAKE FIANCÉ VS THE OLD FIANCÉ
It was early that morning, when Italia woke up.
6: 55 AM.
It was a first, but she knew that it was because the moment she have that dream—she suddenly became restless, paranoid that she stay wife awake the whole night. The trauma was still there, knowing that any minute Fredo could appear out of nowhere, if he was that bold to infiltrate the Salvador’s mansion. Its perimeter is uptight with security. It has cameras, and things that she may not have known existed.
But that was least of her worries for now.
“I have more things to pay attention to.” She told herself.
She blows a loud breathe before climbing off the bed, while combing her hair that nestled messily on top of her head. But she was interrupted, when the telephone connected to her room rang from the bedroom.
“Who could it be at this hour?” She frowns.
Unsure, but having a second thoughts, Italia found herself picking up the phone.
“Hi.” She was hesitant.
“Hello, Ms. Italia.” It is one of Gustav’s security, who doesn’t seems surprise that she was there. “But it seems like Mr. Salvador have a guest.”
“A guest? If it is him, we’ll... err, why don’t you just ask him, if he’s accepting anyone?” Italia suggested.
“But Mr. Salvador isn’t here, Ms. Should I just sent her off?”
Her? Italia thought.
Jealousy quickly swept her on her feet [although she’s still in denial].
“Who is it?” She sounded bitter.
But she never thought that she’ll found herself tongue tied after hearing who is it.
“It’s Ms. Samantha Montreal.”
Samantha. Another Montreal. Hearing her name made her clenched her teeth, it was no longer about envy, but grudge. It might not have been her fault, but still, a Montreal almost had gotten her killed.
“Let her in.” She ordered.
“Copy, Miss.”
For an unknown reason, Italia wanted to face Samantha, the woman, whom Gustav choose over her or so she thought.
Samantha isn’t the type to sit tight and still. The moment she heard that her uncle is missing, she didn’t gave any second thoughts and run to Gustav. She is no fool. Her gust was telling her that coming there was right, although unprepared of what to say.
She couldn’t let him know that she have something to do with Italia’s a*******n.
Breathing shakily, her chest was beating so fast against her I cage as if it was ready to burst in any minute now. It was horrible. It was her first time feeling this terrible.
Hearing the footsteps, Samantha j******f and turned around, “Gustav—”
But her smile disappeared. Her heart sank, when it wasn’t the person she was expecting to.
“Y—you?” Her eyes widened.
At the staircase, Italia Mercedes came down with a cold look on her face.
“Why do you look so surprise, Ms. Montreal?” Italia doesn’t have any hint of expression.
She looks direct and frank.
“W—what are you doing here, and where’s Gustav?”
“Didn’t you know that I was already here, hmmm?” Italia chuckled, but there’s no humour on it.
“I am not playing with you, kid!” When she finally regain her composure, Samantha show odd her color. Her irritation was set in display.
But Italia was more annoyed.
Kid? How dare she called her kid!
Insulting her just because she was much older? That instantly get to her skin.
“And I am not playing with you, Ms. Montreal.” This time, her words are hard and firm. “As per your question, I don’t know where the hell Gustav is, and I am the one who invited you in, so don’t give me that attitude.”
“It isn’t your house—!”
“Neither yours, so don’t test my patience.” Italia threatened her. “Go, before I lost it.”
“You can’t scare me, Italia.” Samantha glared at her. “If you think just because you are here, then you can do everything that you wanted.”
“Well, you have point, but it’s pointless, Samantha.” With that said, Italia clapped her hands together.
“What are you doing?” Samantha looked at her. She seems weirded out.
“Giving you an applause, before the guards drag your a*s out of our property.”
“W—what?! You’re joking!”
But Italia isn’t.
The two double doors behind Samantha was pushed open. Two Marshall appeared.
“You can’t be serious!” Samantha was in utter disbelief.
When the pair get closer, they both restrained he arms.
“No!” She faced Italia with loathsome eyes. “We are not yet finish! You b***h!”
“For now? We are.” Italia gave her a triumphant look.
It isn’t a lot, but seeing Samantha eyeing her with contempt and hate, anger and madness satisfied her. She chuckled. Too lost that she didn’t noticed the presence that joined her.
“Care to share your thoughts?” A deep baritone voice speak from behind.
Her chuckles died down. Shivers run across her back, feeling the intensity of his stare that was burning holes from behind.
The confident look was long gone.
Italia gulps.
She’s no fool not to know whose presence it belongs to. The authority and dominating figure, his shadow that was towering her already. Italia couldn’t be mistaken.
When she turned around to confirm her suspicions, she still gasped with surprise.
“Gustav.” She uttered the name of the man, who she told herself to stay away from.
“Italia.” His baritone voice echoed as if he was closer.
How can she mistaken him for another person, when there’s only one man, who can fill her stomach with butterflies?
It was just Gustav, only this Salvador, who made her both loathe and love his existence.
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