Chapter 59 INFLUX CONFESSION II
Sergie DeLuca paused for a bit, watching my face like he was studying the look in my eyes as well as the emotions shrugging through them as my gaze continued to stay on his.
“Tell me, what endearments does he call you?”
His question caught me by surprise because it was probably the last thing I would have expected him to say to me.
So, I raised a questioning brow that was accompanied with faint disgust. I wanted to be away from him at that very moment and each second I spent with him felt as if I would suffocate at the next.
I then began to wonder why he was suddenly concerned about what name Santiano Rafael Devereaux called me by and why he was curious to know this. Perhaps, he has thought of it as a better way to save the conversation from my blunt outburst or maybe he had other reasons for this.
What meaning could I possibly read to this ridiculous question of his anyway? As I kept pondering these in my thoughts, Sergie had begun to say something again.
“Nessa? Does he call you Nessa?”
“How do you know that?” I asked, my lips making a pronouncement like they had moved against their own will.
“Nessa…” He repeated with a slight scoff.
He shook his head in disbelief, my reaction putting a confirmation to his wild guess and then, his gaze turned cold and pristine as they landed upon mine again, then he began say,
“You do not let him call you Nessa. Santiano is such a fool to call you that.”
“What?” I didn't realize I had let out a faint gasp as I heard him speak these words.
Despite this, he continued,
“A name like Vanessa is so beautiful I could not bear to part with a single syllable of it.”
My heart took a strange flight within my chest as my thoughts began to circle around his words, making me wonder what sort of anything I had gotten myself trapped with again.
First, it has been the almighty Santiano Rafael Devereaux who had come into my life abruptly, changing the trajectory of my life into what he had deemed as good for himself by destroying my wedding even before I could take my vows with my husband-to-be— Dylan.
And the days that stretched in after this conditioned encounter with him has been filled with his endless profession of love to me and his state of obsession towards me having to claim me as his and just right at the moment I had thought the universe was aligning so beautifully in my favor and I was getting away from Rafael, I had fallen prey to another predator who was also bent on having me by his side to prove to the world that I was his woman.
This same man who I have no clue of his identity has once raised a war flag at Santiano Rafael Devereaux at the Blue Dragon Party, claiming that I wasn't technically, legally or morally Santiano Rafael Devereaux's wife yet so he could still try his chances with me.
It was an obvious fact he also belonged to a prestigious Mafia family for him to have made the audacious effort to challenge Rafael on the choice of his woman for himself and h never for once in all my twenty four years in this planet earth considered myself to be a subject in a love triangle with two Mafia bosses.
And all these things had begun to happen right after the crash of my wedding, just when I thought my twenty-fourth year would be the start of better and brighter days in my life.
But I had been wrong— entirely wrong about my own thoughts for the kind of life I desired for myself. Everything had all started to go wrong right on the very day that I was supposed to be at my happiest— the day that should have been my wedding with Dylan Smith, the very day Santiano Rafael Devereaux came into my life.
In that moment, I couldn't help but recount my moments with him that I began to feel sorry for Dylan. I had had him completely shut out of my thoughts for a very long time since I had been under Rafael's roof and protection.
With the heat of the moment with another man, I had entirely forgotten about the man I was in love with, the very man I was supposed to get married to and all I had printed upon my own fate was to make for an escape.
Not for once had I had the chance to mourn for Dylan— I hadn't done it properly and I suddenly began to feel bitter for this. I wasn't so sure what had become of him after he got shot.
I couldn't assume he had died that day— not when I haven't gotten a chance to see his body and I couldn't be bent on the possibility of him still being alive as Rafael had never mentioned this to me as well.
Could the story be different for Dylan? Could he still be alive and well? If he was still very much alive, where could he be? Has he ever tried looking for me since the event of that day got us separated?
That day, at the church, Dylan seemed to be aware of the danger that was lurking around, but he couldn't overcome this bridge in the end, leaving me in the dark until this very moment that my thoughts were channeled.
I have been extremely overwhelmed by the events of the past weeks that have been anything but not my wish— a gruesome cause for pain and constant regrets.
I blamed myself for getting lost in Santiano Rafael Devereaux's world, even if it was for a single moment, I had betrayed my love for Dylan and let Rafael cloud my mind— the very man who should be a bane to my existence.
I had let him in briefly, acknowledged him and as absurd as it may sound, I had longer for him, his touch, to have him as mine and to be called his.
I had wanted this man— Santiano Rafael Devereaux.