Five Years Later He Still Stares At My Picture

My story with Matteo didn't have a fairy-tale beginning. My father, a loyal soldato for the Bellini family, died in a shootout saving Matteo's own father.

After his death, I was taken in to live at the Bellini estate.

The family elders were kind to me.

Matteo, too, solemnly promised he would take care of me for the rest of his life.

As we grew up, we naturally fell in love.

We held hands, we embraced, we kissed, and we shared countless nights together.

But he never once mentioned marriage.

He was a free spirit who refused to be tied down, seeing marriage as nothing more than a cage.

He said it would be perfect if we could just be lovers forever.

But I couldn't be as carefree as him.

With his looks and status, women threw themselves at him constantly.

Though he never truly crossed a line, he couldn't resist a little flirtatious banter in his social circles.

My anxiety hit a fever pitch when I saw a woman, face flushed with wine and intention, toast him, and he accepted it with a charming smile.

I argued with him. I made scenes. I demanded he keep other women at a distance.

At first, he would just smile and ruffle my hair.

"Sweetheart, don't overthink it. I'm not interested in her."

"In that kind of setting, I can't just humiliate someone."

"She tried to contact me after, but I never replied."

He showed me his phone, and it was true. There was no follow-up.

But the unease never left me.

I wanted him to be as firm in his rejections as I was with my own pursuers.

But he couldn't do it.

His gentlemanly facade was too accommodating.

Later, as my scenes became more frequent, he grew annoyed, his brow furrowing with impatience.

"Scarlett, I told you, there's nothing between me and them!"

"Can't you just trust me? Stop being so suspicious and paranoid, like some madwoman."

He could never understand the terror that gripped my heart.

He had no idea how terrified I was of losing him.

My panic took over, and I schemed to get pregnant with his child.

I naively believed an heir would make him settle down, change his mind about marriage, and finally make me his wife.

I needed a title, a guarantee to secure my place.

But reality was the brutal opposite of my fantasy.

When Matteo found out I was pregnant, there wasn't a flicker of joy—only the cold fury of being manipulated.

His gaze was like a shard of ice.

"Scarlett, you don't actually think an embryo is going to make me go soft, do you?"

"If you don't get rid of it, I'll make you disappear."

It was Donna Isabella who stopped him, her voice sharp as she scolded him.

"You dare touch my grandson, and you can get the hell out of this house!"

Isabella had been dreaming of a grandchild and had long been unhappy with Matteo's refusal to marry and start a family.

She would never allow him to harm the child I was carrying.

Defeated by his mother, Matteo stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Isabella took my hand, her voice soothing.

"Scarlett, just focus on your pregnancy. Don't be afraid of that bastard. He's not thinking straight right now."

"Once the baby is born and he sees how adorable his child is, he'll change his tune."

"When that time comes, I'll make sure he gives you a proper wedding."

At that moment, I truly believed her. I thought things might turn around.

But then, Liliana appeared publicly at Matteo's side.