Chapter 110
Serena's POV
Every inch of my skin still remembers him. His touch, his breath, his warmth. I could still feel him all over me.
My fingers curled tightly when the thought crossed my mind that he didn't take anything for himself. If he wanted something, he claimed it.
I was surprised to know that he caressed the baby, the same baby he wanted to abort.
My heart hammered in my chest.
He knows the truth now. He knows I am innocent, but he just doesn't want to accept it openly.
A soft sigh passed my lips. I want to get free from this cage and get away from him as soon as possible. But it is not even two days past since he left me and I am already feeling lonely and incomplete.
~~ Flashback ~~
I was immersed in my own thoughts when suddenly the door to my room opened. I looked up to find Matteo which wasn't a surprise to me. He always barges into the room in the name of owning this place. He doesn't care about my privacy.
I have stopped arguing with him too. I prefer silence over shouting. It's better to keep it this way for the sake of myself and my baby. He would do what he wants.
I sucked in a deep breath when he walked to me, dressed in all black. He was dressed as if he were going to attend an important meeting.
Once he reached me, he leaned down and kissed my forehead.
"Take care of yourself I am leaving..." He said.
I didn't dare to look up into his eyes. He never informs me before leaving for his work, so what's new now? He is already living his life, enjoying his freedom, while leaving me in this cage.
"... To Italy" he added after a long pause.
My head snapped up at him. My eyes slightly narrowed as I looked between his eyes.
"To meet them!"
My heart started pounding in my chest and I almost forgot to breathe.
No!
He can't!
I curled my fingers and chewed my inner cheeks to control myself from spitting out the words. But I can't...
"Why?" It slipped out of my tongue before I could stop it
He shoved his hands in his pockets and let out a deep sigh.
"To finalize the deal"
My breath quickens. I tried to remind myself that I shouldn't care. I shouldn't care where he is going or what he is going to do with his life, but I cannot stop myself. No matter what he did to me, I loved him and I cannot see anything happening to him.
I know how dangerous those men can get. I never let him go when we were together. Nothing was more important than meeting and his safety. And he stopped, listening to me. And I am sure this is the thing that bothered his father the most that's why he started hating me.
I was acting as a barrier between him and his dream.
Matteo never realized how his father was used in him, but I was well aware of it. I never wanted him to take advantage of Matteo. It is not like he didn't love his son, but for him, the power was everything.
"It's... It's risky" I mumbled.
His jaw twitched as he looked down at me.
"It is the only way to get what I want" he said straightforwardly. There was no emotion in his eyes and his face was unreadable.
A long silence spread between us.
"Will you be happy after it?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"I have already lost the privilege to be happy."
I closed my eyes for a moment.
"Has Mr. Pearson agreed to it?" I asked.
If Matteo finalized this deal, then it could change everything. I can't believe, a cunning person like him agreed to this.
Matteo nodded.
"What did you give him in exchange?" I asked.
"A promise to marry Violet, the day I return"
My heart skipped a beat. It felt as if someone had stabbed a dagger straight into my heart. I inhaled a deep breath and kept my expression neutral.
I just want to be free from this place. I don't care what he does behind my back or whom he marries.
"Will you be able to accept her as your wife?" I asked.
"Formerly I would have to"
He swallowed as if trying to fight his own emotions.
"Why are you punishing Violet?" I asked, "In the hunger for power, why are you ruining her life? She waited for you all these years. She loves ..."
"She is not as innocent as she looks," he cut me off. "She already knows, I don't like her, she still wants to marry me. So it's her choice. I am not forcing her into this marriage"
I let out a deep breath through my mouth. There was no point in arguing. He is still going to do nothing he has planned.
So I just nodded my head and looked away from him.
"Do not try anything stupid behind my back if you want to stay alive," he warned, but in a soft tone.
My mind was completely blank so I didn't reply to him. I just kept staring at the door.
"Take your medicines and food on time." His hand reached out for my head as he stroked it gently "Take care of yourself and the baby"
He planted a kiss on my forehead one more time. My heart sank in the pit of my stomach when he turned on his heels to leave.
My hand lifted up in the air but I stopped myself. It stayed hanging when he walked out and closed the door without even glancing back at me. It was equally difficult for him. Maybe, if he had looked at me, then he would have changed his mind, and it could have brought a storm in our lives.
A lone tear dribbled down my cheeks without my knowing as I was left alone in the room.
~~ Flashback ends~~~
I am craving for him, his presence. But it is not easy for me to forgive him. I can never forget the way he treated me without trusting me. If he truly cared for me so much, he would have at least searched for the truth earlier.
Now it is too late.
I let out a deep sigh and picked up the red color to paint his sweater. The day he left, I was provided with colours and Canvas. After ages, I picked up the brush today, and the first thing I drew was Matteo.
My Matteo, with whom I fell in love.
The first time we met, he was wearing a red sweater. My cheeks turned red thinking about our first meeting as my hand moved to paint his dress red.
I got startled when the door to my room opened suddenly.
"Ma'am"
I flinched and the plate slipped from my hand. A loud gasp escaped my lips when it fell over Matteo's face.
"Oh, I am sorry ma'am. I didn't intend to scare you" the maid said with apologetic looks.
My gaze flicked to the blood ref color on Matteo's painting.
Please God, don't let anything happen to him.