Dumped by My Ex, Spoiled by his Godfather

I met my online date in person, and it turned out to be my brother's best friend. Did you call me just now? Say it again. I blinked and repeated, "Honey. " Lorenzo's Adam's apple moved slightly. He pressed me against the floortoceiling window, and then he slept with me afterward. He promised he would propose to me, so to make him keep his promise, I secretly met with him again and again. Today, he pushed me against that floortoceiling window in the private room of the bar again. He lifted my white chiffon dress to my waist, and I stood on tiptoe trying my best to cooperate with him. When it was over, he put his pants back on and left. I saw his wallet had fallen, so I chased after him. Just as I walked to the door of another room, I heard laughter coming from. inside. Lorenzo is really generous; he didn't even close the door, calling all the brothers over to watch. Honestly, in terms of appearance and acting skills, his little girlfriend is no less impressive than a top Jav actress. Absolutely stunning! Too bad she's wearing a mask so we can't see her face. What a pity! Lorenzo's beloved Valentina won't have sex before marriage at all. He's been longing for this for so long, but Valentina can't satisfy him. Hey, after you marry Valentina, you still keep the relationship with that little girlfriend? I heard Lorenzo snort. "What? Valentina is so pure, I'm afraid I would defile her. " His voice was soft and cold, as if I were a stranger. My footsteps suddenly halted.

Lorenzo is handsome, but he's not a good guy. When we played that game, "What do you like most about your girlfriend? " He said, "She's young, easy to control, gentle, and willing to do anything. " He even performed a live show for us. He said it himself"It's just for fun; no need to introduce her. ". Enough. Lorenzo cut in sharply Crystal glassware smashed hard onto the marble table Everyone fell silent The atmosphere got heavy My brother. frowned "What's wrong with you Are you so nervous just because someone mentioned that Valentina is coming back Valentina? He's coming back. Lorenzo gloomily lit another cigarette, he took a few puffs, then remembered I was there and put it out in the ice bucket. Why bring her. up? Don't pretend. If you really don't care about that secret girlfriend, then your heart must still belong to Valentina. Everyone knew he had a secret girlfriend, but no one knew it was me. For two years, he had been thoughtful, romantic, and perfect. The only downside was that he wanted to keep it a secret. He said that if Matteo found out his best friend was dating his sister, that overprotective brother would pull a gun on him. I believed him completely until I heard those words with my own ears. My eyes burned. I hurried to the bathroom to apologize to myself. The moment the door closed behind me, tears poured out like broken strings. Luckily, the bar was loud; no one could hear my sobbing. My phone rang—a message from Lorenzo"I'm waiting for you outside. " I arrived full of joy only 10 minutes ago. Now, I felt like I was thrown into icy water.

I couldn't stop shaking. I couldn't process it so quickly. How could I accept that the person I thought was my soulmate had never taken me seriously? My heart felt like it was pierced by a thousand needles. After a while, I dried my face with a paper towel and walked out. Lorenzo was leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway. I looked at him and almost broke down again. He walked up to me and studied my eyes. "Sorry. "Lorenzo, is there something you need to explain? Why are you so sensitive? It was just casual chat. Don't take it so seriously. I think I'm a pretty good boyfriend. Am I being too sensitive? That thought came and went quickly, then I heard his voice again. Just a distraction; it doesn't mean anything. But that wasn't true. No, I wasn't being too sensitive. I was just being lied to. Tears came again, he reached out to wipe them, but I turned my head, I took a deep breath, if you really love Valentina, why did you come to me hearing her name. his face darkened, always know I liked her. What are you pretending for? His usual gentleness was gone. He looked almost like a stranger. So Valentina was taboo for him. I wanted to curse him, but my throat tightened. The phone rang—a Sicilian number, no name—but my gut told me it was Valentina. His eyes lit up. He hurried past me and answered before the third ring, like he couldn't bear to make her wait even one more second. Amid the music, I heard his voice fade as he walked away. Valentina, see, my instincts are always right, but they never told me Lorenzo doesn't love me.

A waitress was walking down the corridor to avoid being discovered. I pretended to pick up my drunk brother, Mateo. I raised my hand and knocked on the door. Everyone looked at me. What are you doing here? Mateo, the driver asked for leave. Father told me to pick you up. Please put out your cigarettes. My sister really can't stand the smell of smoke. Wow, protecting her so much. What will you do when she gets a boyfriend? None of you should even think about it. Our Sienna is clean and wellbehaved. Nothing like you dirty bloodstained things. So no one here is good enough for her? If I had to pick, maybe Lorenzo could barely qualify, but after what he just said, he'd better not get near my girl. Don't talk nonsense, I think of Sienna as my own little sister. my brother's voice pulled me back. Sienna, why are you staring at Lorenzo like that. I quickly turned away and bit my trembling lips.

When I was 10, Valentina was obsessed with a romance movie. She made all the brothers help bury a time capsule; they would dig it up years later. They helped her buy paper, buy pens, and dig the hole. I stood behind them, silent. They were burying their wishes—things they wanted to remember in the future. I stood too far back; no one could hear me, so I decided that the future didn't need to remember me either. But Lorenzo noticed. He crouched down, looked up at my reddening eyes, and saw my embarrassment. Suddenly. he called to me, Sienna, do you want one too? Girls like this kind of things, right? I keep by for you. Over the long years of youth that small kindness slowly turned into a love I couldn't express He wasn't wrong I knew he liked Valentina but he was just too good That boy who was kind to me back then became a confident young man He was amazing I couldn't help falling for him After Valentina and her family moved to Sicily he fell into a depression My brother often brought him over for dinner and to hang out I found all kinds of excuses to bring fruit, To buy things, to ask math questions. I kept walking into my brother's room. Our paths crossed more and more. I grew greedy. I prayed that maybe one day, over time, he would fall in love with me. Heaven answered. His gaze turned to me and became gentle. Two years later, he blushed and asked softly, "Deanna, should we give it a try? " Suddenly, that gentle memory from the past mixed with his cold face from just now. Didn't you always know I liked her? What are you pretending for? My vision blurred. I rubbed my eyes hard with the back of my hand, but it was too late. I slammed into the car in front of me. We had a crash. Only minor scratches, but my brother's arm was broken.

I slowly returned to the room. My brother and the others were still talking about him. No matter how we cheese him, he never loses peaches. Why Simone Turan loses today? It's really because of Valentina. My brother sipped his whiskey slowly. Who else? Every time he gets drunk, he calls her name. When she first went to Sicily, he secretly flew over to see her. I don't know what happened, but he came back heartbroken and never wanted to talk about it. I had never seen Lorenzo drunk. I had never heard him call another woman's name. I didn't even know he had pursued her. I knew so little. I listened numbly as they praised his hidden devotion and his love. I forced my face to stay neutral, but my nails dug deep into my palms. The only one who said something decent was that playboy from the Benani family. His girlfriend is the real victim. Two years and Ters was wasted. after they finished their sympathy party, my brother turned to me seriously. so Sienna never trust men. Yes. I'll never do that again. Because I was there, they ended the party early. My brother was dead drunk. I stuffed him into the passenger seat of the car. I had just gotten my license and wasn't very good yet. Both hands on the wheel, I drove carefully, but my thoughts went back to childhood.

He noticed I was feeling guilty. don't worry, let me take you out for a walk to cheer you up. Only when we arrived did I realize it was Valentina's welcome home party. No wonder my brother insisted on coming, even with his cast on. The Castro family, the most powerful mafia group in New York, spared no expense on this party. It was extremely lavish. White lilies flown in from the Netherlands filled the entire hall. I sat alone in a corner, searching for Lorenzo with my eyes. Then a white dress caught my eye. It was Valentina's. Three years had made her even more beautiful. She was no longer that shy girl. She was graceful, charming, a true mafia princess. She saw me and waved excitedly. "Siena, long time no see! " After a few polite words, we fell silent. Maybe because too much time had passed, or maybe because I'm not good at small talk. Those white lilies are beautiful. They were my favorite flowers too. Short blooming season, thin stems, very delicate. More than half a damage during shipping, but he still went to all that trouble. Once when I went to his office. "Miss Siena, what kind of flowers do you like? " Anything from him, I love it all. Back then, I was deep in the illusion of happiness. I didn't read between the lines. Now I understand, it was the assistant who chose them, blue ones. She always wears blue. At the door. Lorenzo was late. Lorenzo, you're here. He avoided my eyes. Sorry, I'm late. Finding this took some time. She opened the box immediately and exclaimed, "Oh. it's the time capsule we buried as kids. I wrote that I wanted to be the happiest little princess in the world. So childish. "