Between 2 worlds: where the moon finds me

CHAPTER FIVE : Trouble in Paradise

Aria's POV

"Why?" Vincenzo raised a brow.

"You have repeatedly chosen her over me, and I'm done. I'd rather stay at my father's ranch than be disrespected by my fiancé."

I stood by the side, my gaze alternating from Gigi to her pink boxes.

"If you walk out that gate, lose my contact." Vince blurted out, his face expressionless.

Gigi winced. "You want to end a four-year relationship because of her?" Her voice trembled.

"No, I don't want to. But you're pushing me, Gi." His face remained expressionless as he spoke.

"See what you've done?" she screamed at me.

I took a step back.

Gigi sobbed.

Vince reached for her arm, pulling her into an embrace and patting her head softly.

"Gigi, I love you, but you're pushing me." His tone softened.

"I love you too." Gigi's voice muffled against the fabric of his shirt.

Vince pulled her face to meet his.

"You need to stop fighting Aria."

His mentioning my name pulled me out of the bubbles of my thoughts. I had almost forgotten we were still standing out here. My mind had drifted off to what happened earlier at the spot where they found me.

They remained that way, searching each other's eyes.

Gigi nodded. "I will try," she whispered and made to bury herself back in the warmth of his chest.

Vince pulled her head back up. "You can do better than that," he smiled.

Gigi rolled her eyes. "Okay, I'll tolerate her better," she said, burying her teary face back into his chest.

Vince patted her softly. "Good girl."

We walked on in.

After the drama, Gigi's attitude improved... slightly.

She no longer stared at me like I carried s**t around.

It's been three days, and they haven't quarreled, neither have I had any bad dreams.

They were mostly locked up in their room, and I didn't intend on trespassing—even though I still wanted to discuss some things with Vince.

Nighttime was horrific.

Gigi moaned so much the dogs barked from their cages.

I had to press my ears hard into a pillow to have some peace to sleep.

Now, here we were, having breakfast in the dining room.

My eyes tinted with disgust as I watched the couple suck on an innocent strawberry, gripped firmly by their lips.

I buried my face into my plate, deliberating on whether insisting on eating alone would be ungrateful.

"I'm going on a business trip today," Vince said, poking gently at Gigi's nose.

My spoon fell back to the plate. My jaw dropped. Not now. I had to find where I'm from and return to them before these lovebirds choked me to death.

His voice shifted more deliberately. "I'll be off for a week."

My mouth opened, but the words stuck in my throat.

"I wanted us to talk about something," I said, raising my gaze to meet his.

Gigi arched a brow.

"That will be when I return," Vince added, pushing out his plate.

"But I—" I made to speak.

"See you when I return, Aria," he cut in.

Vince left later that morning.

The aura in the house turned stiff.

I returned to my room, thinking of what step to take next.

Loud moans erupted from the other room... Their room. I froze. "Was Vince back already?" I muttered under my breath as I walked toward his room.

Not like I wanted to walk in on them, but my curiosity got the best of me.

The moaning intensified as I drew closer. My forehead creased. The door was ajar. They never leave the door open.

I peeped into the room, leaning on the side of the door.

Gigi grinding hard on the c**k buried inside her.

With one of her breasts grasped between the stranger's lips and the other tickled by his thumb.

I swallowed hard.

Slipping away slowly back into my room.

"Women are really something," I blurted, my voice laced with disgust.

An idea flashed in my head.

I grinned.

With Gigi preoccupied, I snuck out of the house easily.

Vince had given me some money before he traveled. I pulled out a couple of dollar notes and made my way back to the spot.

"I'll be back before she notices I'm gone," I whispered as I flagged down a cab.

I stared at the spot.

As I squatted, my fingers traced an imaginary line on the ground.

I paused, stared blankly at the sand, and then scooped up a handful.

The energy surge pulsed through me.

The vision continued. Next to the bloodstain and abandoned weapons,

I saw an ethereal body.

Her legs—silk and smooth—barely touched the ground.

Adorned by a dress that danced in the wind.

She picked up the weapons.

I strained harder to see her face.

I felt hot, thick liquid crawl from my nose.

The energy surge intensified.

I shrieked.

Falling to the ground.

"I knew you would come back," a voice blurted over my weak body sprawled on the ground.

"You're coming with me."

With my eyes too heavy to open

, I felt my body being carried off the sand.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to struggle out of his grip. But even my lips had forgotten how to speak.