The Italian Tycoon's Bride

Replaying the events

Giovanni lay on his bed but couldn't dispute the feeling that he was missing something. The way she looked at him with contempt made him feel slightly bad. In business, there were no feelings, his father always said, and so, most times, the other parties could get hurt. What could his family have done to her now? He liked feisty women, but whew, she was just different. Her rage and fire pulled him to Hera’s much as her beauty. She was stunning. Usually, women looked at him in anger but this time it was different. She seemed too professional to be mad about something like his lifestyle. Perhaps she was a one-night stand he didn’t remember, but there’s no way he would have gotten with her and forgotten.

His mind reviewed what had happened a few days ago at the bar. He could still remember the look of anger on the girl's face after having physical contact with her and like a bee drawn to honey, couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards her. But also, he became confused and concerned about her outburst. He would dig around about her. The problem was where to start from. He couldn’t believe he was actually thinking about this. Giovanni lay on his bed but couldn't dispute the feeling that he was missing something. The way she looked at him with contempt made him feel slightly bad. In business, there were no feelings, his father always said, and so, most times, the other parties could get hurt. What could his family have done to her now? He liked feisty women, but whew, she was just different. Her rage and fire pulled him to Hera’s much as her beauty. She was stunning. Usually, women looked at him in anger but this time it was different. She seemed too professional to be mad about something like his lifestyle. Perhaps she was a one-night stand he didn’t remember, but there’s no way he would have gotten with her and forgotten.

Alessia remembered the look in her aunt's eyes when she spoke about Giovanni's mother. It was a look of sadness and loss, but also of fondness and respect. It showed that before Giovanni’s mother He had never been interested in any other female that way, but somehow, he remembered the beautiful doe eyes of that female. He just wanted to right every wrong and take away her anger completely.

Meanwhile, Alessia was lying on her bed reviewing her encounter with Giovanni at the bar and couldn't shake the signs of disdain and anger that lingered within her. Of course, he was like the rest of them. He behaved so entitled, looking at others in a condescending manner. Everything about him just rubbed off wrong with her. He was so full of himself, she couldn’t stand it.

She reprimanded herself for letting her guard down. "How could I be so stupid to even talk to him?" She asked aloud, hitting her forehead because she wasn’t able to comprehend her own stupidity. She has as a rule. She didn’t mix with her enemies. She stayed away even from their circles. After LL, the friend of your enemy is your enemy as well.

Her thoughts flashed back to the conversation she had a few days ago with her aunt Maria. Her aunt usually told her stories about the cruelty and ruthlessness of the Russos, but in addition to that, she said something else that Alessia couldn't quite understand.

"Not all Russos are the same, Alessia", her aunt said. Giovanni's mother was a wonderful soul, a very kindhearted woman that treated everyone equally irrespective of their status quo before she passed away, which prompted her aunt to look after Giovanni, but his stepmother frowned at it because she thought her aunt was getting too close to him. Well, I have met the said Giovanni and we’ll say, he was exactly like the others. Maybe she was just speaking of him as she remembered him. Right now, he was a jerk and the town’s playboy.

Alessia remembered the look in her aunt's eyes when she spoke about Giovanni's mother. It was a look of sadness and loss, but also of fondness and respect. It showed that before Giovanni’s mother died, they were really close friends. Sometimes, she thought of all that her aunt had lost. Her aunt has had a lot of tragedies in life. Shortly after Giovanni’s mother died, her uncle, Dominic, disappeared. Her heart broke for her aunt Maria. But somehow, aunt Maria always managed to smile and push on. She was the strongest person Alessia knew. She passed through all of that and still managed to have a positive outlook on the world. Truthfully, if the world had more people like aunt Maria, it would be a better place, Alessia decided.

Her aunt also didn't cease to remind her about the pretentious nature of the Russos and had told her to stay clear from them, giving references to how they look calm and gentle on the outside, but beneath, they are very ruthless and stop at nothing to get what they want by any means possible.

“I know it is hard, but stay away from them either way. Mixing up with people as powerful as they will always have it’s consequences,” Aunt Maria advised. She was right. Powerful people always had something in their closets. She tried to figure out what Giovanni’s was, but even the thought scared her.

Alessia shuddered at the thought. Having experienced it first hand, she knew her aunt was right. Well, there was almost no time that aunt Maria was wrong. She was so wise for her age. Aunt Maria wasn’t that much older than she. But somehow, she was way wiser, maybe because of all the experiences she had gotten. Loss does change a person. From the way Giovanni stared at her, she knew that he would go to any lengths to get what he wanted. And he was powerful enough to always get it.

He was a playboy and he used this quality to his favor. She pitied the women that he went out with. He just used and dumped them each time. Sure, the women knew what they were getting into, but that is heartbreaking no matter what. Even at the bar, he was flirting with a waitress like it was the most natural thing to do. The poor waitress probably already gave him her number. She would be disappointed.

Her anger and disdain grew with each passing moment for Giovanni. She couldn’t believe someone could be that selfish and wicked to others. The more she thought of it, the angrier it made her. And to think he had the audacity to try to make her one of his females is what baffled her the most.

As she thought about it she came to the conclusion that she couldn't fall for his charms and allow him to manipulate and control her. She wouldn’t let him win, not this time. He could try to get her, but he would fail. She wasn’t that type of female and she never would be.

And with profound determination, she stood up and walked to the window and looked at the city ready for whatever might befall her, be it from Marco, work or Giovanni and his family head-on. Finally, she would teach the Russos a lesson.