YN'S POV:-

"Come here, kitten." Jungkook rolled his eyes as I kept standing in front of him, arms crossed over my chest. Glaring.

"Come on, baby." He whines. "Can we not do this now?"

I stayed still, my breathing shook with the amount of anger I was holding in.

Before when I came to Italy and started the diner I had withdrawn a loan for the purpose of it and then again when I started the café. Both the loans were merged and every month a small portion of fixed money was deducted by the bank from my account on purpose of paying the borrowed money.

I am not sure how Jungkook found that out, but this morning I had received a message from the bank telling me that all of my loans have been paid.

Upon inquiring and using my Papa's connection I found out it was him.

That asshole paid my loan. I was anything but relieved.

I was hurt. And angry. His actions hurt the self respect and worth I had built over the time. I felt so small given that he paid my money.

I felt dependent on him, on his resources for doing what he did.

It was right, outrageous of him.

I felt low and shallow and small.

And thus began the fight.

It was two weeks after our office sex, I was almost okay with him being around and stuff until I heard about what he did this morning.

It made my head spin with anger and rage. I felt disrespected and low.

As if he didn't believe I could pay off the money I borrowed.

As if I wasn't enough to manage and work the restaurants to raise a profit that would pay off the loans I took.

Honestly it made me sad.

"I just wanted to help." Jungkook said getting up and walking over to me.

He slid his palms over my cheek in a sweet gesture but my anger got the best of me. I didn't respond to his words, instead I kept glaring at him.

The letter and the documents came via mail-post scattered on the floor on my throwing them at his face.

Oh yes! I walked up to him sitting on the sofa in his living room and threw the stacks of paper right at his face.

He was surprised and angry.

But watching my face he calmed down a little.

It was fucking hilarious watching Jungkook 's face snap up to meet my eyes, jaw clenching at my out brust.

"Don't be angry for such a small matter." He whined.

"It's not a small matter." I gritted my teeth. "It was as big as destroying my self worth."

"I didn't destroy your self worth. I just helped you. I wanted to relieve you from the burden of it.”

"You didn't have to do that." I hissed. "I could let Papa pay for the diner if I wanted. I didn't." I say.

"Why would you think I would want you to?"

"Baby..."

"Jungkook please." I say moving my face away from his grip. "I didn't ask for you to fight my battles for me."

"I am not fighting your battles for you."

"You are." I point out. "You've paid my loan. Why would you do that?"

"I just wanted to help." He sighs.

"I didn't ask for your help." I yell.

A moment of silence later he sighs again. "Let's not do this. I am sorry, alright?"

"No." I un-cross my arms from my chest and pick up my purse from the coffee table where I had dropped it. "It's always I'm sorry to you, I have started to feel like it doesn't have any meaning in your dictionary. You're not sorry cause you did something that you shouldn't. You're sorry cause you're afraid I'll walk out on you again.”

He runs his both hands through his hair. "I know I shouldn't have done that, alright? Can we drop this now? I can't take the money back from the bank."

"Then you'd have to let me pay it back." I say.

"What?" He gives me a funny look by narrowing his eyes. "No."

"Yes." I say with finality. "I'll pay you back, monthly, just like I did to the bank."

"I don't need your money. It's yours."

"I didn't need yours either." I smiled sweetly and reached inside my purse and pulled out a brown envelope having this month's portion in it.

I had withdrawn it from the ATM and came to return it back to him.

I don't want favors showering upon me when I am building up my life. It'll be a huge burden and I'll always be in debt. No matter to whom I owe.

I hand the envelope to him, Jungkook narrows his eyes at me, shaking his head.

"I don't want it." He says "I just want you.”

"So you thought paying my loan would make me...jump into your arms and forget the past?"

I don't know what I said until I said it. But looking at Jungkook 's reaction my thought to apologize went out of my mind.

He looks down, his jaw set tight.

"You tried to buy me?" I ask with a snort.

"It's not like that." He frowns. "What are you thinking? Why would you think that?"

I look at him speechless. Why would he do that?

Does he think I am not capable enough?

I drop the envelope on the coffee table before rushing out of the house, my heels clicking on the marble tiled floor of the house.

Getting into my car I start the engine, tears cloud my vision as I roughly wipe them away from my eyes before they have a chance to drop as I drive out of the perimeter of the house and towards the estates.

And here I thought he changed.

Reaching home I changed from not bothering to shower or to feeding my empty stomach before falling asleep thinking why would I put my trust in him so easily again.

Sometime around I am dosing off I hear the door to my room open. I ignore it since it's Rico most of the time.

The bed dips on the side. I was curled up with my snuggie as I felt a hand softly stroking my cheek.

"I'm sorry." Jungkook whispers. "I didn't mean for you to feel like I bribed you to come back to me or something." He sighs.

"I just...." He pauses. "I don't know why I did that. I am sorry you have been so stressed over and working so much lately, I wanted to remove some weights from your shoulders. I didn't think as deeply as you did about it."

His hands move to my arms lovingly, softly caressing and rubbing on my skin.

I feel warm all over as he whispers his apologies to me.

It's a nice feeling. Not him apologizing. But the caressing.

His hands are amazing in my skin.

"I don't want to be away from you again. It's devastating." He says at one point. "It's just so empty without you. Every moment of me starts with you."

I sniff as tears make their entry.

"Shhh." He . "I don't want to make you cry anymore."

"That's all you do." I whisper, my voice muffled with the thick fabric of the blanket.

"I know." He whispers. "I don't want to do it anymore. Make you cry."

I untangle myself from the blanket as I sit up, only to make out his face from the soft blue glow of the dim lights in my room.

"I've got something for you." He says one palm rubbing my cheek.

"What?" I ask.

He reaches inside his pant's pocket and brings out something tiny.

"What is it?" I ask as he takes my hand and places the thing on my palm.

It's a ring.

"What are you on about? I am angry with you." I say, sniffing.

"I know." He leans and gives me a kiss on my forehead. "That's what it's for isn't it?"

I frown.

"That's my mum's." Jungkook explains. "It's not as expensive as modern rings but..." He trails off.

"Are you asking me to marry you?"

"Sort of." He says.

"I am mad at you. You can't just ask me like that." I snap.

He sighs. "You don't have to say yes."

"Whatever." I roll my eyes.

"You can think and weigh your options and whatever but I just want you to know that I love you and I am more than willing to spend the rest of my life with you as much as bossy you are these days."

"I am not bossy.”

"Whatever makes you sleep at night, kitten."

"Should I wear the ring by myself?" I ask.

"Is that a yes?" I can almost hear the triumphant tone in his voice.

"I'll think about it." I smirk.

"I'll take what I can get." He says taking the ring from my palm and sliding it up my ringer finger.

I grin.

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JUNGKOOK’S POV

"You're still weighing your options, then?" I ask Yn as she sits cross legged on the bed, a huge tub of chocolate chip ice-cream tucked between the gap of her legs as she watches Peppa pig.

Honestly I don't get it why would she watch a thing as a pink pig talking. It makes no sense and Yn seems to watch it without any tiredness.

"I am. Yes." She replies, her eyes still fixed on the TV screen and she scoops out a bit of ice-cream and puts it in her mouth.

Sometimes she's just so cute to be true.

Hansen, the designer guy, did a fair amount of work on fixing the master bedroom and it was finally done.

The room had the window just like Yn wanted it but the shade was off-white and white and faded copper like how I wanted it instead of her pink and coral one.

That'd look like a girl's bedroom.

I reach for the spoon from her hand which she snatches up looking at me like I have asked two kidneys from her.

"What?" I ask.

"It's mine." She said before turning completely so she was facing away from me and I was left looking at her back.

Yn has been coming and going back and forth. Never staying the night. It was her first time staying over, which I specifically took permission from her Papa.

She clearly told me to go up to him and ask if she could stay with me that night.

I doubt it was anything to do with the permission. Lately Yn has somewhat triumphed by making me uncomfortable and making me act out of character.

So I did. The old man narrowed his eyes at me before nodding. By the time I left his office room I was almost red as a tomato and was feeling the embarrassment climbing up to my brain.

She'd get a hard spanking for that, I had decided.

A month before when I paid her loans and she was angry as fuck with me, I have her my mum's ring. She's been wearing that since and flaunting it from time to time. Holding it towards the sun-light so the two diamonds circling the emerald would reflect light.

She was happy about it. And I often found her admiring the age old ring as she sat turning it back and forth on her finger.

Of-course before sneaking off to her room I had called her darling Papa and told everything. I asked if I had his permission to give her my mum's ring. He took the longest three minutes to answer and by passing time I was growing more tensed before he said okay.

I think he was mortified if anything from my sudden phone call that night.

"Your mum's ring you say?" He had asked.

"Sí, Don." I replied.

"And you're absolutely sure you won't hurt my little princess again?”

I answered positively and told him I'd keep her happy and safe till my last breath.

But that didn't impress the Don anyway. He said if I ever hurt Yn he would have my head taxidermy-ed and put up in his living room for show.

I agreed.

Rico was not the person to let go of it easily either, given that Yn kept flashing her ring at him the first thing at breakfast the next morning.

Don kept glaring at me for a whole week before he called me up one evening and gave me a recap of what will happen to me if I ever hurt his sister. I agreed to that as well.

And Yn enjoyed me being ploughed by her Papa and brother dear thoroughly. Her grin mischievously everyone Rico would glare at me or her Papa would remind me of the said deal.

She knew all those of-course. I told her which she found highly amusing.

"Kitten, is your show done yet?" I whine from where I have been laying. The other side of the bed that is.

"No." She answered from her position without looking at me.

"Come on." I whined. "You just watch all the old episodes and this cartoon stuff is not even fun."

She turned to me with a disturbed expression. "What do you want to do instead?"

"Have sex." I point out. "It's better than that pink piece of talking pig."

"Her name is Peppa." She clarifies. "Don't call her that, you horny man."

"Yeah, come on." I roll my eyes, snaking a hand around her waist to force her turn to me completely. "You're going to give me blue balls."

"You deserve it." She grins.

"Come on, Yn." I whine.

"I'm not in the mood." She pouts before closing her ice-cream tub and putting it on the nightstand. She lays down beside me.

"You were like an hour ago."

"We went about like doggies an hour ago,Jungkook . I am not sure I have much fluid left in me."

I laugh.

Since our first round at her office some time ago, it was hard for both of us to keep our hands and mouth off each other, open entering the house. We were a mess of tangled kind and unaged clothes before Yn and I stumbled to the bed.

She was now wearing a t-shirt of mine, looking at me with tied but happy eyes.

"I love you." I say tucking her hair behind her hair.

She smiles. " I love you."

Some moments later when Yn is done with her Peppa pig, I ordered some Chinese food and we ate out in the bedroom sitting on the bed.

"When are you going to answer?" I ask when we've finished and watch her twirling the ring on her finger again.

"I don't know." She smiles slyly.

"You just love to make me impatient, don't you?”

I ask about getting into bed and turning off the lights.

"Yeah." She says.

"I know you're going to say yes." I say.

"Now you're just over-confident." She says.

"I'll make you say yes." I say.

"Okay." She says as she shimmies closer to me, letting me spoon her.

"If I say yes...will you spoon me every night?" She asks after a beat.

"Yeah." I say. "I'll do anything you'd want me to do."

"Even put up with my bossiness?"

"Mmhm."

"I'd like to keep the restaurant if we get married.

I refuse to be a housewife." She says, I can almost see the dramatic gloss in her eyes.

"Whatever you want, baby." I was stuffing back a yawn.

"And also turn your mini kitchen into an actual kitchen."

"Okay."

"And make the living room more lively than a graveyard."

"Whatever you want."

"And I also want you to take weekends off. No work."

"Yeah."

"I'll take weekends off too." She says thoughtfully.

"And we can do a couple of gooey stuff, on weekends." She says again.

I hum, feeling tired and sleepy after a long day of work and a good meal.

"And I want to go to Bora Bora on my honeymoon."

I chuckle. "Is that yes?"

"Yeah." She says.

"Alright." I hold on to her tighter before going to sleep.

Tomorrow morning is going to be a good one.

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// 11 years and 6 months later ||

The door to my office slammed open as Yn stormed inside. Fury and anger transparent like water swirling in her eyes.

"piccolo?" I frown as the two monsters storm inside both equally angry and fuming.

"Cosa sta succedendo?" I ask pushing my chair back and getting up.

(What's going on?)

"Yn?" I ask but in return she just keeps glaring at me.

"Che cosa avete fatto voi due?" I turn to the twins who have now settled themselves on the couch.

(What do you two do?)

"Niente." (Nothing) The eldest one of the twins, Nicolo huffs crossing his arms over his chest.

I glare at him. These two are insolent and completely evil.

"How much did you pay them, Jk?" Yn asks her arms crossed over her chest popping out her breasts that has gotten at least a cup bigger in

the past years.

Not that I mind.

"Paghi per cosa?" (Pay for what?) I ask frowning.

"Gioca con me, Jk. Ti sfido." (play with me, Jk. I dare you.) Yn hisses back.

I glance at her soft features now covered with a thick layer of anger.

"Lo faccio ogni notte." (I do it every night.) I smirk as I make a move to grab my beauty by her waist but she moves away from my hold.

"Come on, kitty." I whine. "What did I do?"

"Oh, you know what you did, Jk."

"Papà non ha mai detto niente, mamma. Angelo, the younger one rolls his eye. (Dad never said anything mom.)

These little demons were the worst mixture of me and Yn. Anger rose like blood-sugar in their veins and sarcasm was their oxygen. Not that they got away with it, there would be war in the house everyday.

"Don't take sides, Angelo." Yn snaps.

"But you won't even listen to us. We never did anything to that... Ragazzo." Nicolo raises his voice.

"Don't raise your voice." Yn warns, her voice rose by octaves.

"Sorry, mamma." He sighs. Angelo rolls his eyes.

"What boy?" I ask.

"Quello che gioca con Isabella." Angelo hisses. (The one that plays with, Isabella.)

Clearly. I snort.

"What did you do?" I sigh as I walk back to my desk and take a seat in my leather chair.

Yn plops down on one of the chairs placed on the opposite side of my desk, messaging the sides of her head.

Clearly disturbed and irritated by the issue at hand.

"Niente." (Nothing.) Nicolo snaps again. "We just told him not to come over, that's it."

"You did just that, huh?" Yn snaps.

"That's all we did." Angelo reasons.

"Then why would his mum call and tell me that you'd break his neck if either one of you saw him next time with Isabella?" Yn hisses glaring at both the demons, her eyes shooting fireballs.

"Il monello sta mentendo. " (The brat is lying.) Nicolo rolls his eyes. "I never said such a vile thing as that."

A five year old made up that story? Pfft!

"If I didn't know better I would have believed that you didn't." Yn rolls his eyes.

"Ha che non l'abbiamo ." (He said we didn't.) Angelo clarifies. "And besides, I don't like that brat. Always on Bella's tail, this stuff and that stuff, I'll be glad to snap his pretty boy's neck, if he dared to come close to my baby-sis."

"Enough." Yn roars. "I can't handle it anymore." She looks at me with tired eyes. It hasn't been lunch time yet and they have already started 'that' phase of the day.

marmocchi incasinati. (Fucked up brats)

I sigh.

"Did you give the boy a threat?" I ask.

"No." The answer together.

Lies. But I am not going to point that out. And if I do, three of us will be sacked out of the house by lunch.

"See baby, the boys didn't." I soothe her, grabbing both of her hands. "There's nothing to handle."

"And you think, I'd believe that?" She sighs. "They need to stop what they are doing. They make enough trouble for themselves and now Isabella's friendship? Don't you think it's too much?"

"Neonata." (Baby girl) I whisper, her hands still clutched in mine, her being leaned over my desk makes her wide neck shirt glide down her chest revealing a little of her busty cleavage.

"They say they didn't do anything." I reason. "But if they did, they're just looking out for their little sister."

"But he was the one friend Bella had."

I roll my eyes.

"Kitty...how about you go take a little nap and I'll have someone else fix lunch for us? Hmm?" I ask getting up from my chair and walk up to her.

She turns the wheely-chair to face me.

"Okay." She mumbles getting up and pressing her soft full lips to mine.

"I'll go take a nap. You deal with the demons you made." She whispers, smiling against my lips before pecking them once again.

"Go on." I urge you.

One more kiss later she leaves.

So yeah, I hired my son's to chase off a boy that was playing with my little girl. But that doesn't make me the villain once again. Bella is my little girl, my sweet daughter but she's only four and a half and that boy is five going to the same school as Bella and over time they became what Yn says friends, but that's not just it.

The boy clearly has different motives with my little girl. Just around yesterday when he was leaving for his house with his mum after their play date I was kissing my little girl on her cheek.

Kissing my little Bella on her cheek? That's outrageous. How dare he do that?

And he's not to mention a brat, always going on about how he can do cycling but my little Bella can't and his mother...such a show off always bragging about his son getting top grades and stuff while Bella comes out second now and then.

I mean they're only five, they hardly sit for exams which really matter and being first on them? Oh please!

My little coniglio is better off without having a brat for a friend. (Rabbit)

She can have girl friends as much as she wants but boy? No. Not until she's thirty or forty.

"Good job, you guys." I grin as soon as their mother is out of earshot and hand a thousand bucks each. "Make sure your mamma doesn't know, sí?"

"Lo fa già. " Nicolo mumbles counting the hundred bills. "We just backed up with the lying stuff." (She already does.)

"Anche se non dovremmo mentire." (Although we shouldn't lie.) Angelo mutters shoving the stash in his pockets. "You should Paga di più for lying." (Pay more)

"No, non ." (No, I shouldn't.) I take my seat back on my chair. "Now go on and say sorry to your little sister and your mama. She's getting a headache for you guys."

"They don't know for sure it was us." Nicolo hisses. "You want to get us caught by the excuse?."

"Oh. Okay then. Don't say sorry. Go do whatever you guys do after you've made the typhoon in the house. I need to get back on work."

"You could have just done it yourself." Nicolo glares at me. "But you pawned us so Bella doesn't hate you."

"Bella doesn't hate you guys either." I point out. "Cause Bella doesn't know."

"Yeah, whatever." Angelo rolls his eyes and leaves.

A moment later Nicolo asks, "You sure, Bella'll be fine?"

"Yeah." I answer.

Nodding he leaves too.

After finishing the report reading I walk to my room to find Yn asleep on the bed we've been sharing for the past eleven years.

Eleven years it has been since we said I do. I sigh looking at her naked sleeping form.

If anything, she's gotten more beautiful and full of life.

And everyday, the love between us seems more deep and pure than it was yesterday.

I stayed true to my promise to be here, in every way.

And she stayed with hers.

I called the diner and told him to send some lunch home.

After showering and dressing into a fresh pair of sweats and a t-shirt I leave the room and enter Bella's room which is next to ours.

"La mia piccola Bella?" (My little Bella?) I say softly entering her room.

I had decorated this room with everything I had. The bed was twin sized and circular with white and powder pink lace ornate dropping over it and fairy lights framing the tent like bed.

On one side there were windows so she got enough sunlight and fresh air but now was hidden behind the gauze-y and lacy curtains.

And the other side had her play corner and a medium sized wall closet.

"Bella?" I ask again as I hear a sniffing noise.

"Are you crying my little love?" I ask walking to her bed and parting the ornate revealing my little daughter in her white shirt and blue shorts curled up in the centre hugging her unicorn stuffie.

"Bambino." I sit on the edge. "What's wrong?"

Now I feel bad. I sigh.

Maybe I overreacted.

I mean they're only five. A kiss on the cheek can hardly mean anything.

I think I might have gone too far given that Bella, like that boy, the twins chased away.

But she is too sensitive, like her mamma. And easily moulded.

But she's just four and a half. A little baby.

"Bella?" I call brushing her mop of dark hair away from her face. "Baby? You okay?" I ask.

She shakes her head.

"What's wrong, kitten?" I ask inching closer and scooping her little body into my arms and onto my chest. She presses her face hard against my chest and sniffs.

"Do I need to beat up anybody?" I ask stoking her silky hair softly. "Did anyone say anything to my princess?"

She nods.

"Who made my princess cry, tell papá." I urge you.

"Santino." She sniffs. "Said I'm ugly and bad girl and no friend with me."

I almost swallow the urge at her whiney tone and trouble to form a long sentence. At the age of four and half she was quite normal.

"He said that? That brat."

"He's a bad boy!" Bella sniffs harder as tear drops fall on her damp rosy cheeks and snuggles closer to me. "I no longer want to be friends with him.”

"That's right. You don't need brat friends. You'll have good friends who are girls." I mumble stroking her hair as she calms down on my chest.

No boy friends anymore.

"Come on, let's go wash your face, sí?"

She nods and with her clutched to my chest I get up and walk over to the joined bathroom that connects the twins and Bella's room.

I help her wash her face.

Reluctant to let go, she clings to my arms as I walk downstairs.

Sometimes I regret spoiling my girls but most days it's a blessing that I wake up sane with my demons making the ruckus.

So I thank the almighty almost everyday.

The lunch table is all set, Yn is up and changed, the twins are sulking about the diner food cause they want their mamma to make pasta and what not.

Brats, I tell you.

All my kids are spoiled brats.

"Aless would be here soon." Yn murmurs looking at her phone screen earning a silent scream from me and louder screams of joy from the kids.

And then there is him.

Though he's not known by Aless anymore.

Anyone who knows him these days knows him as 'Hades' the king of the underworld.

And Yn thinks the twins are demons.

And life goes on~~~

THE END

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