CHAPTER EIGHT: THE ULTIMATUM
ALESSIA
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“f**k!” I howl, sweeping my hands across the tabletop. Porcelain and glass explode into a hundred pieces, scattering across the floor.
“Arghhhh!” I rip at my hair, pacing the room like a deranged woman, my breath ragged. Bittered tears roll down my cheeks.
I can’t believe that b***h told him. She actually told Alessandro she’s pregnant. Not like I expected her to keep quiet about it, or get rid of the baby, but I wasn’t expecting this anytime soon.
And now what? I’m supposed to live under the same roof with her, now that she might become his permanent live-in mistress?
No. I’d rather die!
“Screw them. Screw all of them!” I roar, snatching up the biggest vase I can reach and smashing it to pieces. I don’t care that Nico is standing in the d
