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"Mia, shut up and go to sleep."

"Okay. ."

I dozed off not long after, and as I started to drift away, I heard Valentina say to Dante, "we can't leave now. Look at her, poor soul. Why is your brother such a diçk?"

Dante replied which made Valentina chuckle but I couldn't hear, I was being pulled to sleep and I did.

It was a freaking good sleep too.

I woke up feeling absolutely great. Sometimes you need a good cry here and there.

When I mean absolutely great, I mean shítty as hell.

I was laying on the couch with a blanket over me and snoozing when I felt the feeling of something being drawn on my face. My eyes opened and someone shrieked, jumping.

As my vision came back, I noticed at Alexander was holding a black marker pen and had a coy look on his face.

"It wasn't me!"

Sure, okay, I believe you. It was Sherlock, wasn't it?

Just like his father.

I shook my head, groggily standing up and patting Alex's face as he smirked. I grabbed some wipes from the table and walked to the mirror, attempting to wipe off the moustache and squiggly lines in my cheeks. It took a while but eventually it all came off. I high fives Alex and said, "you should do this to uncle Vincenzo."

He shook his head rapidly, "he would kill me!" Great, at least he knows. I chuckled, "he'd never touch a hair on you." Alex gave me a 'yeah, right' look and apologised for the doodling before running out the room. I smiled, cute child.

I noticed it was dark outside and went into the kitchen seeing Val cooking. She looked up and me, giving me a weary look. "You look like a mess. Geez." I rolled my eyes and took a seat by the island.

She stopped cooking, letting the food boil on low heat and took a seat next to me, giving me that 'we need to talk seriously' look.

Before she could say anything I immediately said, "it's hard, okay? Harder than I thought to see him with other women. I try to contain myself from lashing out or crying but it's freaking hard! I thought he loved me but if he did wouldn't he try to show it? I get that it's hard to keep for feelings in for someone you really love but to please them, wouldn't it be worth it? If he loved me, why would he keep hurting me if he said he wouldn't? Why can't he keep his diçk in his pants? He shouldn't be trying to get me jealous, I mean what's the point in that?" I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed, slightly confused by my rant.

"I love him," I admitted, sadly. "But when he's being like that? No. It doesn't feel like love sometimes."

"Wow. ." Val said, giving me a sympathetic look. "I was just going to ask if you wanted to eat . . but . ." I knew she was just joking and smiled softly, looking down.

"Well, I can tell you one thing," Valentina said, cheerfully. "He's acting like a douche, but I think he's acting that way because in his mind, he's mad at you and wants to get back at you." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"And with that said, as bad as it sounds, it's pretty normal. I mean, you wanted to get back at him for cheating, didn't you?"

"Now, I'm not defending him or anything, his acts are unacceptable but put yourself in his shoes. He loves you and his feelings are being locked away with the key thrown. It hurts, I remember when Dante did that to me." I finally looked at her curiously and she chuckled, "that's a story for another time."

"He wants to show you that he's moving on when really he isn't. You've got to do the same. Nothing should be holding you back. And guess what?" Valentina said, giving me a excited look. "Tomorrow, we are slapping on some hot makeup and contouring your cleavage."

"He's going to regret cheating on you."

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I couldn't sleep so I decided to have a wander around the place. I knew it probably wasn't a good idea to be alone but screw it, I had nothing to lose.

I walked out the maid's section and heard the usual sound of the men drinking and laughing. Quickly going outside to avoid people, I went to the back, towards the pool house. Yes, this place had a freaking pool house that was only open to Vincenzo's family or whoever had permission from the Rossi's.

I stripped from my clothing and had a black swimsuit that was plain but also showed my cleavage.

Maybe swimming would calm me. I worked when I was little and it could of worked then.

I slipped into the water, attempting to ignore the sudden coldness around me. I floated on my back for a while, enjoying the water holding me up, bouncing me slightly.

It felt nice being able to relax with no one around you. Soon, I felt myself warming up. I played a little, stretching out my arms and splashing the water like a little child. I loved it.

It was great until someone bursted in, grabbed me by my throat and attempted to drown me harshly.