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You don't matter to her!
You're not everything to her!
And only an idiot would insist on thinking otherwise when it was Gazelle's own grandmother who had destroyed any hopes Lorenzo could have about their marriage.
So why can't I stop hoping, dammit?
Lorenzo had not lied last night when he told Gazelle he needed to make a call. But what his wife didn't know was that it was the Marchetti matriarch whom he had needed to speak to.
'Did your granddaughter truly ask you to replace me with Viktor Bianciardi?'
'Why do you ask this now? You and Gazelle are already married—-'
'I will not harm her if that's what you're afraid of. I swear this on my life. But I need to know the truth, and you know better than to lie to me.'
'At least tell me why—-'
'Yes or no, signora.'
The older woman hadn't answered him right away, and the tension was such that he had started suspecting she had no plans of saying a single thing.
But she had, eventually.
'Don't you dare hurt her, Lorenzo.'
And while the words she had given weren't what he had asked for—-
'Don't you dare!'
They still answered his question, and it was then that Lorenzo realized there were still pieces of his heart that his wife had the power to break.
Journal Entry
You kiss a beast to turn him into a prince.
But what do you do when the world has convinced a prince to think of himself as a beast?
IT'S MY FIRST TIME feeling jealous, and I don't quite know how to handle it.
Lorenzo glances at me, his puzzlement evident, but I can't make myself smile even when I know he hasn't done anything wrong.
He was even so adorably sweet earlier, with how he had suddenly gripped my hand when he was about to step out of the car.
'Will you really be okay being seen with me?'
That he even thought it was necessary to ask such a question made my heart ache so, so bad that all I could do was cup my husband's beautiful face as I asked him to look into my eyes.
'We're the same, Lorenzo. You and I. We were born in the same world. Bear the same wounds from our childhood. And now, you're my husband. You're the one who matters to me—-'
There were many other things I had planned to say to him at that time, but he had started kissing me already, and well, I was distracted after that, and by the time Lorenzo had allowed me to breathe, there wasn't any time to talk.
He had already helped me out of the car, and as soon as I was standing next to him, he had raised my hand to his lips, and well, I was even more distracted after that.
Because who knew, right?
I don't think anyone could have ever predicted how impossibly sweet the Beast of New York could be.
Or attractive to a bevy of college girls, for that matter.
