Truth

Back for a weekly update. I hope everyone had an awesome week. I've been noticing that most of you guys actually answer the questions I ask in my A.N so I'm going to be more open with you guys and start frequent discussions in my comments. Answer honestly, How do we feel about Alessandra and Dominic's relationship?

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An investigation was the only thing on my mind the entire night. Dominic and I stopped speaking at dinner after he dropped a major bombshell about my father and his business. I didn't know what else to say and Dominic didn't know how I would handle any more information. What could you say with information like that? Dominic is many things but lying for no purpose doesn't seem like him. He seems like a man who prefers to say the truth. The truth cuts deeper than the lie itself. At the end of the day, you would be upset by the truth that was kept from you rather than the lie told and what better way to hurt your enemies by sharing a secret about themselves or their people that they didn't know.

The truth can be used as a weapon of mass destruction. If Dominic and his family truly knew how much planning I've done with my family to get out of this marriage, I would be a dead woman walking. The whole city will burn to flames if Dominic knew how much I am betraying him and his family. No one will live to know that the Vincenzo family has been tricked and fooled over a simpleton family from Milan.

I felt guilty once I returned back to my room. I know Dominic has PLENTY to share with me about the wedding and his true intentions of this arrangement but he shared something about my parents that could be true. He risked me hating his soul even more than I already do to tell me something. It was out of spite and anger but it was a truth that needed to be told. It was something I needed to know because that would have been my future. I felt like I should tell Dominic the truth...or at least half the truth and share more once he starts to share.

Or maybe...I should give this a shot...

I tossed and turned the entire night contemplating everything. I tried speaking to my parents before I went to bed but no one answered the phone. I texted and called several times and no response. My parents should have answered since I didn't call too late. It was weird. The paranoia was definitely getting to me. I didn't know who to trust. Every day I learned something completely different about someone who I thought I knew so well.

Like guessed I didn't sleep a wink last night. I woke up to a pale calmy monster reflection in the mirror by the bed. My eyes bags were heavy and dark. They were intensified by my pasty clammy skin and extremely wild bed hair. I looked like I've crawled out of the devil's pit of hell.

I couldn't attempt to make myself decent. My hair was too tangled from sweat and stress to be combed so I lazily contained the mess into a messy bun. My skin barely regains color from my shower and face mask that I had and my eye bags seemed to have gotten darker and bigger.

To make matters worse, I expected to stay in my bed most of the day to recuperate but I was granted an unwelcomed visit from Dominic when I came out of the bathroom. He was already dressed in dark navy blue tight fit jeans and a white tight long V neck cashmere sweater. He looked rather handsome and harmless in that outfit which was a dangerous combination. He looked approachable and welcoming which is the exact opposite. His outfits say a lot about his confidence and attitude. I could tell what type of day he's expecting or wanting from his outfits.

He sat patiently on my bed twiddling away on his iPhone before looking up at me. He winced slightly before awkwardly scanning around the room.

Yikes... I was uglier than I thought.

"What are you doing in here Dominic?"

"I've managed to move some events around so I could have the day off. I thought we could get some things done."

I walked over to the vanity desk by the bed and sat. I attempted some light natural makeup as I spoke to Dominic.

"What things?"

"Things that have been brushed under the rugs since you've been here. We need to plan an engagement party, announce our engagement publicly and personally. You also have to call your parents and give them a rundown on what's going to happen over the next few weeks."

Oh Cazzo, he wanted to start asap on this wedding crap?

"That's what you want to do today, Leave work to do more work? Don't you have friends to see or relaxation to catch up on?"

"Planning out the rest of our lives is barely work. If you would rather do something else, that could be arranged."

"I don't feel like planning the rest of my life out today. Calling my parents would be nice but other than that I planned on taking a stroll through the backyard, maybe go swimming." I had no plans today other than find out if Dominic was lying or not. Now that I know that Dominic is tagging along for the day I have to make the day as boring as possible so he could disappear.

"Good, let's go have brunch so we can call and get the rest of the day started." He stood quickly from my bed and walked out. Oh, there's the gentlemen I know quite well.

I joined Dominic at the table downstairs for brunch once I looked less hideous to the eye. Brunch was short. The maid Liliana served apple and peach danishes and hot butter croissants with whipped cream and fresh fruits. I only ate enough to be comfortable until lunch before I followed Dominic to his office.

The landline phone in the office was in the middle of his desk as if set up this phone call to be absolutely perfect.

He allowed me to walk behind his desk and take a seat in his magnificent chair. It felt like I was sitting on thousands of light God-crafted feathers. My body felt amazing sitting in that chair.

Dominic took a seat by the leather armchair in front of his desk. He didn't say anything, just kept his intense gaze on me as I dialed my house number. I felt nervous about calling them. It was different sneaking around to speak to my parents from officially having permission to talk to them. I felt like I haven't spoken to them in years.

They answered on the very last ring. It was the father who answered. That was strange considering he's at home instead of working the busiest hours for his company. I expected mama to be home since he mostly works out of it This is very odd.

"WHO IS THIS? WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?" Father roared through the phone. Before I could speak, father attacked me through the receiver.

"Hello, papa? It's Alessandra! Dominic has allowed me to call you now and talk. What's made you so mad papa?" I didn't want to jump to conclusion but father yelling his completely out of his character. He doesn't like to raise his voice. He's usually a gentle soul.

"Ally, baby I am so sorry! I couldn't see the caller ID and I thought it was someone else calling the phone. I've been getting...weird calls lately. Why is Dominic allowing you to call, is there something wrong?"

"No papa I'm okay. It is apparently in the pact to have me call you and update you so you that I'm okay and safe."

"Oh...Okay, are you okay?"

"I'm good. I wanted to let you know about the recent development towards marriage. Dominic would like us to marry within a month time but there are still things that need to happen in order for us to wed."

"WED IN A MONTH? THAT'S NOT ENOUGH TIME!" Father was referring to the plan to stop the wedding instead of the wedding itself.

"Father please, let's not worry about that right now. I would like you to come down next weekend to meet with Dominic's family. It's mandatory."

"Leave Milian? I don't know sweetie, it's too much of a late notice."

"Why can't you leave Milian? Just close up the shop or ask one of your men to take over for two days to come to visit me." I huffed.

I couldn't understand why my father was making up excuses. He is the boss, if he has to leave to see his only daughter then it can be arranged. He used to do it just fine when I was trapped up in the tower, why is this time different? You would think I'm asking him to fly to America or something.

"Honey it isn't as simple as you think. Maybe I can send your mother and brother but I don't know if it's saf--I mean convenient for me to leave under short notice."

He didn't wait for me to speak, he quickly hung up ending our conversation short.

I couldn't look up at Dominic because my father proved him right. He was hiding something with his safety and it was possible it had something to do with his job.

Dominic didn't move but I could see his face from the corner of my watery eyes. He hadn't moved from the chair but his expression when from cold to guilt. He should have been happy to be proven right once again but his face was glum. A slight frown formed and his brows furrowed. It's rare to see him so vulnerable and remorseful.

"Seems you were right once again." I sniffed as tears fell from my eyes.

I walked out of the room before Dominic could say anything. I felt enough shame, I didn't need him adding to my guilt.