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and still her treacherous heart cried out for him? Why could it not understand that this man was not her soul mate after all, that he was nothing but a cold-hearted monster for whom the words love and trust meant nothing at all?
Don’t cry now. She had to pull herself together. The last thing Izzy wanted was for him to notice the vulnerable state of her mind. Or even worse, that she still couldn’t forget about him and the tender moments they had shared. The dream of their future together. Their perfect happy ever after. Only that it had never been his dream, as it had turned out. He hadn’t even listened when she’d tried to explain herself and had equally refused to listen to Samuel Carson. Had Enzo loved her, had he ever really loved her, they would have sorted out this mess together. A misunderstanding, that was all it had ever been, but his complete lack of trust in her had prevented that he found out the truth. His behaviour had caused her so much pain, and she had shed so many tears that she’d almost feared she could never drag herself out of this deep dark hole of agony. That she’d never get over his betrayal. But now she didn’t care any longer, if he trusted her or not. He meant nothing to her now, absolutely nothing , and one day her stupid heart would understand that as well.
‘You seem to forget that I’ve already bedazzled you quite successfully some time ago,’ she said, hating to have to be so crude in order to fend off his insults. ‘So relax, I don’t need to prove myself a second time where you are concerned.’
Enzo pressed his lips into a thin line. Clearly he didn’t like to be reminded of their former relationship. For a second she wondered if he’d ever told his family about their engagement. Probably not, otherwise Luca might have recognised the name when Bella applied for the job.
‘Good to know that this will be a work relationship and nothing but a work relationship, Bella,’ he finally gritted.
‘My name is Izzy. Only your brother calls me Bella.’
‘In the bedroom, I assume,’ he hissed, pure ice in his voice. He turned to the door. ‘So be it then, Izzy . I expect you in my office in half an hour.’
As soon as he’d left, Izzy slumped back in her swivel chair and took a deep, calming breath. She was highly tempted to hand in her notice, but this was really Bella’s decision and anyway, Enzo wouldn’t let her go before the bitter end. He had made his point clear enough, so she would have to suffer at least a fortnight as his personal assistant, she guessed without knowing the exact details of the contract.
Her phone bleeped, a text message had come in.
Safely arrived in Las Vegas , her sister let her know, accompanied by a photo of a stunning brunette, all big hair, cherry-red lipstick and huge sunglasses, who smiled brightly into the camera.
Bella was right, Izzy had to admit. Nobody would ever recognise this American Barbie as her ethereal blonde twin sister. Now she could only hope that Bella’s daring scheme would turn out a success, and that Luca would finally find it in him to tell her that he loved her. In the meantime, all she could do was keep as much as possible out of her new boss’s way and somehow get through the next couple of weeks.
***
When Izzy returned home after her first day at the ‘ Vallorini’, she was utterly shattered. The morning had been pleasant enough while Carla was around to help her settle in, but as soon as Enzo’s usual PA had left, things had gone from bad to worse. Enzo had asked her to prepare an extremely complex report for an important meeting the following morning without filling her in with the necessary background information, so she had spent endless hours doing the necessary research before she could even begin to put pen to paper. It had taken her ages to finish the job. When she’d finally placed the report on Enzo’s desk, even the most workaholic colleague had left hours ago.
She sighed. She couldn’t
Don’t cry now. She had to pull herself together. The last thing Izzy wanted was for him to notice the vulnerable state of her mind. Or even worse, that she still couldn’t forget about him and the tender moments they had shared. The dream of their future together. Their perfect happy ever after. Only that it had never been his dream, as it had turned out. He hadn’t even listened when she’d tried to explain herself and had equally refused to listen to Samuel Carson. Had Enzo loved her, had he ever really loved her, they would have sorted out this mess together. A misunderstanding, that was all it had ever been, but his complete lack of trust in her had prevented that he found out the truth. His behaviour had caused her so much pain, and she had shed so many tears that she’d almost feared she could never drag herself out of this deep dark hole of agony. That she’d never get over his betrayal. But now she didn’t care any longer, if he trusted her or not. He meant nothing to her now, absolutely nothing , and one day her stupid heart would understand that as well.
‘You seem to forget that I’ve already bedazzled you quite successfully some time ago,’ she said, hating to have to be so crude in order to fend off his insults. ‘So relax, I don’t need to prove myself a second time where you are concerned.’
Enzo pressed his lips into a thin line. Clearly he didn’t like to be reminded of their former relationship. For a second she wondered if he’d ever told his family about their engagement. Probably not, otherwise Luca might have recognised the name when Bella applied for the job.
‘Good to know that this will be a work relationship and nothing but a work relationship, Bella,’ he finally gritted.
‘My name is Izzy. Only your brother calls me Bella.’
‘In the bedroom, I assume,’ he hissed, pure ice in his voice. He turned to the door. ‘So be it then, Izzy . I expect you in my office in half an hour.’
As soon as he’d left, Izzy slumped back in her swivel chair and took a deep, calming breath. She was highly tempted to hand in her notice, but this was really Bella’s decision and anyway, Enzo wouldn’t let her go before the bitter end. He had made his point clear enough, so she would have to suffer at least a fortnight as his personal assistant, she guessed without knowing the exact details of the contract.
Her phone bleeped, a text message had come in.
Safely arrived in Las Vegas , her sister let her know, accompanied by a photo of a stunning brunette, all big hair, cherry-red lipstick and huge sunglasses, who smiled brightly into the camera.
Bella was right, Izzy had to admit. Nobody would ever recognise this American Barbie as her ethereal blonde twin sister. Now she could only hope that Bella’s daring scheme would turn out a success, and that Luca would finally find it in him to tell her that he loved her. In the meantime, all she could do was keep as much as possible out of her new boss’s way and somehow get through the next couple of weeks.
***
When Izzy returned home after her first day at the ‘ Vallorini’, she was utterly shattered. The morning had been pleasant enough while Carla was around to help her settle in, but as soon as Enzo’s usual PA had left, things had gone from bad to worse. Enzo had asked her to prepare an extremely complex report for an important meeting the following morning without filling her in with the necessary background information, so she had spent endless hours doing the necessary research before she could even begin to put pen to paper. It had taken her ages to finish the job. When she’d finally placed the report on Enzo’s desk, even the most workaholic colleague had left hours ago.
She sighed. She couldn’t
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