Page 146 of His Cursed Heart

"That's Thea's doing. She played with your head."

"Her name is Althea," She snaps at me and I pretend a make a shocked face.

"Ah, yes! You remembered her name." I say with disinterest.

I look again at Gianna and her body seems back into its armor.

I need to anger her more, and I curse myself for what I'm about to say. But I need the real Gianna to talk to me, not this fake copy of her.

"As an excuse for breaking us apart, she said it was a desperate action because she was raped. Pathetic," I snort, and I feel like I want to punch myself in the mouth.

I feel Gianna trembling, and without even considering the though, a fist punches me hard.

Oh well, be careful what you wish for.

Gianna is in front of me, holding my face in her hand, squeezing hard until I feel her rings digging in my skin.

"If you ever talk about my daughter in that manner, I will kill you in cold blood until every drop is on my

damn hands. I don't care if it was a way to make me talk, or the big truth." She snarls and I smirk.

"Nice to finally meet you, Gianna." And I stand up, taking her neck in my hand.

"The pleasure it's all mine, Moretti. Or should I say, dear son-in-law?" I grin at throw her in a sitting position on her bed.

"Did you like my acting skills?"

"There's always room for improvements." I laugh at her reply.

"Fuck, you are just like Althea."

"Don't talk about my daughter," She warns.

"Your daughter is my wife. I'll speak about her when I want, how I want."

"And you like speaking lies about her?" She asks in anger.

I look at her confused, not realizing what she's saying. Her face though gives me the answer.

She doesn't want that it true.

"She was raped, Gianna." I say lowly, feeling the room getting smaller and smaller.

"So, it was true," Gianna's voice breaks and her tears are making me soften. "She w-wa-was r-ra- fuck, I can't say it." She whimpers. "Oh, my little girl."

"How did you hear?" I ask her, feeling my chest tighten.

"I know everything that happens with my girls. Well, one now." And the tears are falling on her pale cheeks.

"And yet you can't even speak with her when she comes here to visit you." I tell her sarcastically.

Gianna looks at me again with venom. "My Althea has been through enough. After I selfishly chose myself and left that house, I thought the only good thing I can do for her is let her go."

"And yet she's still here." I say through my teeth.

"Yet she is." She softly says. "It kills me to not talk to her when she's here. To see her tears and not hug her. I'm desperate for my Althea, but she's way too strong without me. And I'm way to broken without her."

I almost snap at her and say that Althea is mine, not hers, but Gianna seems to be literally heartbroken.

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