Chapter 20 (Aliyana)


    The truth, of how just hours ago that man had his hands all over me is at the tip of my tongue. Does


    she know? Could she have heard Marco when he had me trapped in the kitchen with his hands on my


    naked ass? No. Marco loves her, I am a distraction.


    “And there it is, the guilt of innocence. You are jealous.”


    "Really? Because from where I stand, I think you are mistaking my I don''t give a fuck attitude for


    something it’s not."


    "And what is that? Please don’t stop on my ount," Deno says as he enters the room with mirth


    written in red across his face.


    "Aliyana enough, let’s go," Guilia says in a low tone.


    "No, I am not going anywhere. I am a guest here and right now I feel like we are not wanted. If you


    would like this wedding to be called off, it can be arranged. What can’t be arranged is your re of


    saying things you know nothing about. It must sting to know that my sister would be Mrs Catelli before


    you. Maybe you ought to think about why that is."


    "Aliyana." Marco''s voice whips through the air as my name is barked across the room before he even


    enters. A thought of his eyes as I left earlier shes in my head.


    "Aliyana, please let’s just go. Cami is a bit drunk." Guilia pleads but pleading is not going to take me


    back down. This is where Cami will learn the error of her ways.


    "I have had enough of your fiancé''s snipes since we got here. She has used every opportunity to bring


    my sister down. And now she wants to y her little games with me. And I am not in the mood to y.”


    “We should get to bed now.” Guilia talks louder, hoping it would get me to bed, but I refuse to budge.


    “No, I am done being silent. We came here to celebrate a union and believe it when I say I did not want


    to be here. But in the light of it all, I am d to see that this is how the Catelli’s treat their guest.”


    “Enough, you need to calm the fuck down,” Marco says


    “I didn’te here to watch my sister be bullied into obedience, or get used of being a jealous lover


    and my sister is as much a part of this family as Cami, if not more so since she gets married in a


    week. She deserves respect.”


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    Guilia stands rigid next to me, not used to me standing up for her or maybe it is the fact that I am


    screaming at Marco, the head of the household and that is punishable. He could beat me, p me, kick


    me out. And maybe I am crazy for my actions, or like Ren I have a death wish, but either way, I know


    he won’t do any of that.


    “Is this true?” Marco asks looking at Guilia.


    “Aliyana didn’t mean it.”


    “Yes, she did,” Leonardo says also walking in. I am shocked he was even around after his earlier


    impromptu leave.


    “We were going to discuss itter on tonight alone, but since this has now be a public affair, I


    should say brother that your future wife is a bitch. And while I thought her despise toward my woman


    was solely out of jealousy, I was wrong. Today she outdid herself, you should keep her in line, she has


    crossed a line no one is allowed to.” Leonardo says nothing else as he walks toward Guilia and me.


    He takes my sister’s hand and the two of them leave. But his words have me frowning. I happen to


    know that this isn’t the first time something of that unmortared threat has left his mouth.


    “You are making a big thing out of nothing. I was giving her my opinion” Cami says walking toward


    Marco.


    “An unwarranted one from what I hear,” Deno voices out from his rxing position by the wall.


    “Really? Is telling my sister that her future husband is never going to love her, or airing out his sex life


    that you happen to know so much about nothing?”


    She has the audacity to look sheepish.


    “Because that look you ced in my sister’s eyes is nothing. I have no idea what you stepped


    off of, or how fucked up your life was growing up but I happen to take my sister''s distress as a very


    fucking big thing when ites from someone with cruel intentions. And you don’t know me enough to


    give me any advice, because if you did you would be careful the next time you speak to me.”


    Camiughs, “You are a little girl, with some very important friends, I think I know enough.”


    “REALLY? Is that why you spent all that money and time asking about me? You seem to forget that I


    too have a fancy surname.” Her mouth shuts and she is seconds from exploding and I don’t hide the


    slight tilt of my lip as I stand in my purple re dress feeling like I just won a match with the she-demon.


    “Yes, Cami, is that why?” Marco asks her but his eyes are still on me.


    “Marco.”


    “I think I heard enough. I apologize for my fiancé''s behavior.”


    “I’ll take Aliyana to her room,” Deno says as Marco and Cami have a silent standoff.


    “No, I would. Cami, I suggest you make use of the bedroom I provided for the evening.” Marco’s


    words are harsh, and even across from the two of them I can feel his anger. Guilt drowns me at what I


    did.


    Knowledge can sometimes be a tool used to fix a problem, in my case, however, Knowledge was a


    weapon I used to win a small battle that is inconsequential in the grand scheme of all that is happening.


    Look what you made me do Cami, I hope this teaches you a lesson.


    “I can take myself to bed.”


    “No, you are not. We have business to discuss.” Deno and Cami leave the library and I deliberately


    wait on the other side, dying the inevitable.


    Marco Catelli was done waiting. It was time to face my actions or was it? His phone rings and an


    almost forlorn look captives his face.


    “We’ll talk tomorrow Aliyana.” I nod and leave him as he answers his phone and a sense of pity fills my


    body, as I take the stairs to my bedroom. I pass the one and hear a crying Cami. Yes, it was time to


    call it a night.