Mysha

After 10 years.

I giggled and said to Eiran, "Welcome, mio bello marito." I'm waiting for Eiran at the door, and he's finally here.

(Translation: my handsome husband)

After drawing me in closer, Eiran remarked "You're picking up Italian so quickly. I'm impressed by your progress." His hands were on my waist and He kissed me on the forehead.

For a minute, we are clutching each other. I wish that this moment will last forever.

"Bellissima…" he says at last, breaking our mutually beneficial stillness.

"Yes?" I raised my gaze to observe.

"I have something I would like to share with you...” He took a big breath, he went on and saying calmly, "the Celestino empire is now bankrupt."

That's not surprising, though. It is anticipated.

I stroked his shoulder and offered a feeble grin, "That's good news."

His calm voice said, "I buy all the shares of Celestino company."

"I'm proud of you."

His smile expanded at my reply. His expression was one of pride. I adore that. I touch his face with my fingertips. I am aware of the impact I am having on him. Still, I can't help but touch him. He's quite alluring.

"Ah, gorgeous." He moved closer to my earlobe and whispered, "You know very well how to make me feel things." His scorching breath is caressing my skin and His lips are grazing my neck and shoulder.

He is flawless.

"Papà!" exclaimed Eirene, our little angel. She ran to give Eiran a hug. Eiran pick her up into his arms.

"Papa! You're running behind schedule." She pouted and said, "You said you'll arrive at 6 p.m., but you arrived at 06:04 p.m."

I chuckle at her dramatic reaction. Eiran shook his head and laughed. Her calculation amuses both of us.

"Principessa, I apologize. What can I do to win my princess over? Kindly give me instructions, my highness." While softly caressing Eirene's hair, eiran said in a soft voice.

"I can be happy eating hot chocolate cake." With a tone of demand, Eirene spoke. Her father instilled in her a demanding attitude. In this case, what can I do?

"Let's have daddy prepare his principessa a decadent hot chocolate cake, all right?" With a grin, Eiran spoke up.

He's changed, and I admired that.

"See, she's a vixen just like you." I furrowed my brows on Eiran's teasing tone. They started laughing at my response. Lord of heavens. I'm powerless to change it. Everybody is making fun of me.

It's true that Eirene is intelligent. No one else was able to make her point. She doesn't care if she has to steal anything; she just takes whatever catches her eye. She was often taking things that were pricey, like her dad's watch. She occasionally took my jewelery as well. She enjoys pricey stuff.

Her possessive attitude scared me about her. She acquired this possessive attitude from his father, even though I can't hold him responsible for it.

She's her father's twin. She has the same face and blue eyes. She acts in a way that her father does. But I gave her a vixen's mind.

"Bellissima! Kindly make your way over here." Eiran announced from the kitchen. He's preparing a hot chocolate cake for his principessa.

I make my way over to the kitchen. My gaze suddenly widened to what I was seeing. By accident, Eirene dumps the entire container of molten chocolate onto Eiran. It's all chocolate on him. While Eirene appears to be in control, he appears to be powerless.

"Oh no...Momma," she admitted in a low voice. Eiran smiles and lets out a sigh at her quiet words.

I laughed at them both. More likely I laughed at this helpless aspect of him.

"Mysha, please remove this tiny devil from here so I can finish making that damn cake."

I nod, unable to contain my laughter. Eirene laughed too at this predicament.

"Yes. Yes. Make fun of this poor guy," Eiran hopelessly said as remove his apron.

I tease back, "Come here, baby, let your dad stay here." Eirene sprung off the counter and came striding in my direction. I took hold of her tiny hands in mine.

We're both laughing at this state of affairs in Eiran. He must be enjoying our little banter, I can't help but think so.

Right now in life, I'm winning.

While Eirene and I are still making fun of Eiran, we emerge from the kitchen. For some entertainment, I turned on the television while we sat on the couch.

"Until your daddy makes a cake, let's watch something on television." I said as I turned the channels.

I suddenly looked at a news channel. My gaze pauses on the well-known model, Theodora Angelos. I notice Derek strolling beside her as she leaves the event.

Derek?

I noticed that Derek serves as Theodora Angelos, the well-known model,'s bodyguard.

I never heard about him again once I moved out of New York. I didn't even try to look up anything about him.

The television keeps repeating the same footage over and again. Standing next to her, shielding her from the photographers, is him.

Each of us moved on. Our lives and journeys are now different.

I was becoming tense when I watched him on TV. My thoughts were pulling me further and further into the past.

"Mum! Change the channel." My racing thoughts stopped when I heard Eirene's voice. I turned the channel and feigned a grin at her.

"This cake is here." It was Eiran who spoke up behind. Eiran came over to us with the cake in his hands.

The sight of the cake made Eirene's eyes sparkle. I gave her a smile.

Eiran feed Eirene hot chocolate cake with a fork. Her look conveys that the cake is very remarkable. Eiran extended his hand to offer me food. I bite into it, opening my mouth. Love and affection are swelling my heart.

After all, That's my family.

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Author's note: Don't worry, it's not the end. There is another part to this story. That forthcoming story will be dedicated to Derek's dark and twisted love story.

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