Page 84 of The Virgin I Desire

“And do you do everything he wants?”

“I don’t have a choice.”

“Get out of my room, girl.”

“I… but...”

“You heard what I said, get out!”

“Are you, as the rumors said, like your brother?”

Apparently, they knew much more about Igor's choices than I did, or perhaps this information had simply spread after he died.

“I'm not like my brother.”

“Then why don't you want me?”

“I've already committed to another woman.”

“She must be lucky.”

“I wouldn't be so sure,” I grumbled, thinking about everything Pietra had been going through since we started getting involved.

I pushed the girl into the hallway and locked the door. I was enraged that Sergei and the other men thought they had any right to make any choice for me, however, that wasn't what was driving me crazy at the moment.

Chapter thirty-six

I was in the garden of the mansion, observing the blue sky together with my sister who was painting and my cousin Manuela, distracted by a deep meditation. Mom and Aunt Tatiane were at the NGO and that afternoon seemed to go by very slowly.

I couldn't deny that my mind had been racing ever since I had talked to my grandmother about telling my father about my involvement with Mikhail. I was sure that no matter how I spoke, Marco Bellucci would not be happy with the situation at all. He, like the whole family, was a man of his word and wouldnot want to upset the Americans, but it would be for a good cause.

Deep down, I tried to believe that there was nothing he wanted more than my happiness.

“Want some?” My grandmother appeared next to me, and I noticed that she was carrying a tray with some glasses of lemonade.

“Yes.” I smiled at her. “Thanks.”

We didn't talk much, as she continued delivering the juice to the others.

I took a sip and stretched my body backwards, resting my free hand on the grass where I was sitting. I wanted to have a magic formula to resolve that whole situation without any conflict, however, it seemed far from being so simple.

My cell phone vibrated, and I put the glass on the ground to take it out of my pocket.

Mikhail:

Where are you?

Pietra:

In the garden, with my family.

Mikhail:

Go to your room.

Pietra:

Why?

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