Chapter No.3
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Heaven Venezia:-
One Month Later:-
A month had passed since that dreadful night. A month full of rigorous searching, intense waiting, and constant hoping. Each and every day, when I opened my eyes, I felt the same burning desire inside of me, and I knew that Giovanni was alive. He had to be. That is why I would not accept anything less. No matter what anyone says.
I know my husband and the father of my children better than anyone. He is out there somewhere. Waiting to be found like he is lost. Not everything that is lost means that it is not there or dead. It just needs to be found harder without the will to give up and I will do just that. I am not going to give up at any cost until he is back home with me and our children, because that is where he belongs. With me. With us.
And here I was, standing in the middle of the Venezia mansion, commanding men as though my existence depended on it, and in some respect, it truly did. My men, Giovanni's men, his warriors, were searching every corner of the globe, turning over every rock to get their leader back home.
Yet, the others, his father, mother, and our friends wanted me to quit this and forget about it. For them, it was high time to grieve, put on their mourning cloaks, and get ready to prepare for his funeral. Like hell, I will. If there is going to be any funeral for him, then I am going to be there, but under the grave, as there is no Heaven without her Giovanni and there is no Giovanni without his Heaven, his paradise as he calls me.
"Giovanni is gone, Heaven. We have to move on and accept it even if it kills us inside," whispered Luciana, tears welling up in her eyes that made me feel the identical pain inside my heart.
I folded my hands into fists, straightening my posture while facing her right in the eyes. "He is alive, Giovanni wouldn’t do this to us, he is out there and I will find him, I will." Cedric, who has always been the most level-headed of the group, spoke up next, frowning as he tried to decide how best to approach the matter.
"Heaven, we all have been searching for weeks and there are no results, we need to be reasonable, we cannot keep waiting for a miracle to happen. You have to come to the terms that he is gone. Giovanni is dead. We all saw him falling off the cliff with our own eyes."
I was so frustrated that I punched the table, scattering the papers all over. "This is not wishful thinking, Cedric! You are his best friend, Cedric, you know him better than anyone after me and Rick. You all are aware that Giovanni is a fighter! He’s alive and I will not rest until I have found him. He is never going to leave me and our children. He promised never to leave me so he will come."
Flora slid toward Cedric and placed her hand on his arm. "Heaven, we understand your pain—"
"You don’t," I interrupted her and replied sharply. "None of you understand what it is to feel such. Giovanni is my husband, he is my everything. I feel him inside me at all times. I’d know if he was gone, Flora. I’d know. Even apart, I can feel him in my heart, that he is alive and waiting for me to find him. I just know. I know you guys don't believe me, but I will prove it as I won't sit until he is back in my arms."
I was trying my best to finish the sentence when a wave of nausea hit me and I went running into the bathroom of Giovanni and my bedroom and locked the door behind me, knowing Flora was going to follow me. I got down on my knees and vomited in the toilet bowl until there was nothing left in my stomach.
The tears welled up in my eyes after I sat down on the cold floor, leaning against the tiled wall, with my hand resting on my stomach, missing Giovanni and his constant presence around me.
"You accomplished your goal, Gio. You accomplished." I murmured looking at the ceiling, trying to stay strong "You made me pregnant once again, like you wanted to. I just miss you so much, please come back to me so we can share this happiness together."
"Heaven...Heaven, are you alright? Please open the door, Heaven." came Flora's voice from the other side of the door, as she knocked on it. I stood back on my feet, washed my face, and stepped out of the bathroom, acting strong and determined. I can't let anyone know about my pregnancy until I tell Giovanni about it. He will be pissed if he finds out that he is the last one to find out, instead of the first one.
"I am alright!" I snapped, coldly and roamed my gaze to find everyone present in my room, looking at me with worried expressions "If you all are here to make me convince that my husband is dead, then don't because it is useless. I will only believe that he is dead when I find his dead body. Until then there will be no mourning or mention of any funeral. Do you all understand?"
Nobody had a chance to give a reply when the door to the room swung open violently. Rick then entered the room tempestuously, his face as white as a sheet yet his expression unyielding. "Heaven. . we found him."
The room fell silent. My heart leaped, the constriction in my throat making it hard to breathe. "What?" I asked almost inaudibly.
"We found him. We found Giovanni, Heaven." Rick spoke aloud the words with an icy-cutting tone. "You were right. He is alive, But... um...you need to see it for yourself."
I didn’t hesitate. "Where?" I demanded.
Rick looked around the room before returning his gaze to me, “Spain. He is in Spain. “
Without another word, I whirled about, calling the men to follow me. "We depart now," I said. The others remained quiet and followed suit but I could not give a hoot. Not when my man is found. Giovanni was alive, and I was going to bring him home.
"Hold on, dead husband. I am coming to get you." I mumbled under my breath after settling in the private plane that Giovanni gifted me so I could visit my home country whenever I wanted.
"Is there something you are hiding from me, Rick?" I asked, with an arched brow "I can tell you are tensed. What is it that you are keeping from me?"
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