Chapter 9
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As Emilia dusted herself outside, her heart heavy with the weight of Niccolò’s words, she felt completely lost. She needed to clear her head, to escape the tension that had just exploded between them. But before she could fully process what had happened, Amara appeared from the shadows of the porch, a sly smile on her face.
“Emilia! What’s going on? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Amara said, feigning concern.
“Just leave me alone, Amara,” Emilia replied, wiping her tears away angrily. “I don’t want to deal with you right now.”
“Oh, but you’re just so fascinating to watch,” Amara said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What a dramatic turn of events! Did you really think you could juggle both Niccolò and Theo without consequences?”
“Can you not?” Emilia snapped, feeling her frustration boil over. “This isn’t a game.”
Amara’s expression shifted, her eyes glinting with mischief.
“Well, if it’s drama you want, I can help with that.”
Before Emilia could respond, Amara pulled out her phone and dialled a number, her demeanour shifting to one of faux seriousness. “Hello, yes, I’d like to report an incident,” she said into the phone, raising her voice slightly for effect.
“911, what's your emergency?” a voice on the other end of the line responded.
Amara took a deep breath, her voice filled with calculated desperation.
“My name is Emilia, and uhm Niccolò Lombardi just assaulted me.”
Emilia’s heart dropped, her eyes widening in horror. “What are you doing?” she cried, rushing toward Amara. “You can’t do that!”
“Shh! I’m on the phone,” Amara said, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Yes, I need someone to come quickly. I feel unsafe—he’s threatening me, and I’m scared.” She feigned innocence and hurt.
The operator's voice became more urgent. “Ma'am, stay on the line. We'll dispatch officers to the location right away. Can you provide any additional details?”
Amara continued with her elaborate ruse, weaving a web of lies designed to bring about Niccolò's downfall.
“The party is at his house on Oakwood Street. Please, hurry! I’m scared.”
“Amara, stop it! This isn’t funny!” Emilia shouted, trying to grab the phone from her sister’s hand, panic rising in her chest.
Amara stepped back, easily evading her grasp. “You should have thought about that before you decided to play with the wrong people,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. “Maybe this will teach you a lesson.”
Emilia felt a surge of desperation. “You’re ruining everything! You don’t understand what you’re doing!”
Amara rolled her eyes, still speaking into the phone. “Hello, yes, please send someone right away.” She hung up and turned to Emilia, her expression triumphant. “There. Now, let’s see how he handles this little situation.”
“Amara, please!” Emilia begged, feeling helpless. “You can’t just make things worse like this. It’s not right!”
“Right or wrong doesn’t matter to me,” Amara said coldly. “This is about making sure you get out of my way.”
Emilia felt a wave of anger and betrayal wash over her. “You’re crossing a line.”
“Who gives a damn,” Amara retorted, her smile fading. “I just want to see you learn your lesson.”
As the reality of what Amara had done sank in, Emilia felt sick to her stomach. She had to stop this.
“You have to call them back and tell them it was a mistake!” she pleaded, desperation clawing at her.
But Amara just smirked, crossing her arms. “And miss the chance to watch the fallout? No way.”
Realizing she had to act quickly, Emilia turned and bolted back to the house, determined to reach Niccolò before the police arrived.
After a few minutes of feeling restless, Theo decided to check on Emilia. He made his way outside, scanning the area for her. He spotted Emilia returning to the house, her expression a mix of worry and determination.
“Emmy!” he called, rushing toward her. “Are you okay?”
Emilia hesitated, glancing back at him as she approached. “I need to talk to Nicco,” she said urgently.
Theo stepped in front of her, concern etched on his face.
“No, you shouldn’t go back in there right now. Things are really heated.”
“I don’t have time for this, Theo!” she insisted, her voice rising. “I have to explain everything before it gets out of hand.”
Before Theo could respond, Giancarlo appeared at the side of the house, looking curious.
“What’s going on?” he asked, catching the tail end of their conversation.
“Emmy wants to go back inside,” Theo replied, his tone anxious. “But I think it’s a bad idea.”
Giancarlo raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension. “What happened? You both look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Emilia took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts.
“Amara just made a call to the police, pretending to be me. She told them that Niccolò assaulted me,” she said, her voice shaky. “I need to warn Nicco.”
“What?!” Giancarlo exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock. “Why would she do something like that?”
“She said I was in her way,” Emilia said, frustration bubbling to the surface. “She thinks this is some kind of game.”
“Did you tell her about what happened between you and Niccolò?” Theo asked, his brow furrowing in concern.
“No, I didn’t say anything especially to her!” Emilia replied, her voice rising.
“Errr can someone fill me in.” Giancarlo asked.
“Niccolò and Emmy had s*x and he thinks that Emmy and I are a thing.”
“You two did it?!” Giancarlo questioned.
“Not the main concern right now Carlo.” Emilia stated, exasperated.
“I’m being given a lot of information, allow me to process Millie bug.”
Giancarlo shook his head, clearly frustrated. “We need to get back inside and sort this out. If the police show up, everything will just escalate.”
Theo nodded in agreement, stepping closer to Emilia. “We’ll figure it out together.”
Emilia’s heart raced at the thought of facing Niccolò again, but she knew they had to act quickly. “
Okay, let’s go,” she said, determination returning to her voice.
As they made their way back to the house, Giancarlo glanced at Emilia.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“I don’t have a choice,” she replied, steeling herself. “I need to tell Nicco and stop this before it goes too far.”
As Emilia, Theo, and Giancarlo approached the house, urgency propelled their steps. But just as they reached the door, they were intercepted by Arterio, Niccolò’s steadfast butler, who stood with an air of authority.
“Excuse me,” Arterio said, raising a hand to halt them. “I’m afraid you cannot enter the house at this time.”
“What do you mean we can’t enter?” Emilia asked, disbelief flooding her voice. “We need to talk to Nicco!”
Arterio’s expression remained calm but resolute.
“Mr. Niccolò has instructed that you three are not permitted inside.”
“Not permitted? Arterio are you serious right now?” Theo echoed, incredulous. “This is ridiculous! You know us!”
“His wishes are clear,” Arterio replied, his tone unyielding. “I cannot allow you three to enter.”
“What did I do?” Giancarlo asked and Theo and Emilia gawked at him. “Hey, I was not part of this, save those looks of yours.”
Emilia felt a wave of frustration, turning to the butler.
“Please, you don’t understand. There’s been a misunderstanding, and we have to resolve it before it escalates!”
“I understand my duty,” Arterio said firmly. “And my duty is to uphold Mr. Niccolò’s instructions.”
Giancarlo stepped forward, his brow furrowed in concern. “Arterio we have to speak to him, this could turn into a disaster!”
“Then it will be handled as Mr. Niccolò sees fit,” Arterio replied calmly. “But I cannot let you inside.”
Desperation clawed at Emilia.
“Maybe we can talk to him from outside,” Theo suggested, trying to think of a solution. “If he hears us, he might reconsider.”
“Or we could try to reach him through someone else,” Giancarlo added. “What about his friends? Maybe they can help us.”
The butler looked between them, sensing the rising tension.
“I suggest you leave the property for now. If Mr. Niccolò changes his mind, he will let you know.”
With that, the butler stepped aside, allowing them a glimpse of the party inside, where laughter and music filled the air. Emilia felt a mix of anger and helplessness.
“This can’t be happening,” she muttered, turning away from the door.
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