HIS GREATEST BETRAYAL

Chapter 62

"I wish you a happy marriage, Lucas. Jane is like a gem, you better treat her right. If you lose her again , you will live to regret it."

I smiled at her , feeling comfortable around her again. It's like our talk had lifted a dark cloud between us.

"Thank you , Silvia. I wish you and Claudius the best. He is a nice man."

"I know," she said with a smile before walking back into the house.

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JANE'S POV

"Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess named Rose. She lived in a great palace. She was kind and helped the poor and everyone on the land of paradise adored her. She had everything money could buy but she was not happy. She felt alone and scared."

"But what about her parents," Elena asked curiously.

"The king and queen were taken away into the Neverland by a cruel witch. No one ever returned from the Neverland . Rose refused to believe everything people said about her parents. She spent most of her time , in her room sitting on the windowsill staring at the great gates of the palace. She was waiting for the day her parents returned to Paradise land.

The people on the land were already mourning the death of the king and queen but not Rose. One day as she sat on her window sill, she saw a young man wearing tattered clothes entering the gates. The palace guards immediately seized the man and wanted to throw him out the gates. They believed he was a thief from the village. Princess Rose felt sorry for the poor boy seeing him dragged away by the guards. She gathered her dress and ran down to them. She saw a paper in his hand and her heart was filled with hope.

" Do have a message from my parents?," she asked in a hopeful voice.

The boy seeing that it was his way out of poverty and a way to get his revenge replied that it was. The king had hanged his parents when he was a kid and he wanted to get his revenge. Princess Rose took him in thinking that he was indeed helpless. The shrewd man gained the princess trust and then stole the golden sword and ran away. Without the golden sword , the kingdom was going to collapse. "

"Then what happens to the princess after the strange body runs away with the golden sword?," Elena asked again.

Ferracco looked up and noticed me standing by the doorframe of Elena's room. I smiled at him and he smiled back. He continued his tale still staring at me. I felt butterflies erupting in my stomach as his dark gaze pierced into my eyes as he told Elena of our love story.

"The princess was sad. The young man thought that he would be happy when he avenged his parents but he was not. He missed the princess. The princess gave birth to a cute little baby ," he said tapping Elena's button nose and Elena giggled.

"They met after six years and the young man asked for forgiveness. They lived happily ever after with their daughter and new born baby. He returned the sword and the kingdom was restored."

Elena fell asleep right after he finished his story. I watched him as he tucked Elena in her blankets and kissed her cheek. He turned off the light and took my hand as we headed towards our room. A shocked gasp escaped me the moment l stepped foot into our room.

"Do you like it? ," Ferracco asked with a wide grin looking pleased with himself.

I nodded my head as my eyes travelled around the room in awe. The lights were off but the room was dimly lit by scented candles. They cast a golden glow around the room. Our bed was nicely decorated . There were roses on the bed made in the shape of love. On the small television screen of our room was the slideshow of our pictures dating from six years ago. There were also Elena's baby photos.

"Ferracco! , " l gasped out loud in disbelief.

"When did you arrange all this?," l asked him.

He laughed and came to me. He wrapped his muscular arms around my waist. I placed my hands around his shoulders. He leaned down until our faces were mere inches from each other and our breaths mingled.

"I sent Lola to distract you," he whispered.

"Is that why she took me for a walk around the neighbourhood in the middle of the night," l replied in a husky voice feeling a little breathless.

"I guess," he replied in the same husky voice,staring deep into my eyes.

He turned me around until l was facing the mirror. He hugged me from behind . Our eyes met and held in the mirror. His other hand cupped my protruding stomach where our baby nestled. I felt a slight flutter and l knew it was the baby kicking. Ferracco must have felt it too because he laughed. His melodious laugh ringing in my ears. His hand went under my shirt and he continued caressing my naked bulging stomach. I closed my eyes and threw back my head on his shoulder feeling the familiar sensations swirling around my body.

"He is going to be a soccer champion. He kicks like a pro," he murmured in my ear before his teeth grazed my earlobe.

A moan escaped me.

"Don't be so sure it's a boy. I don't want you to be disappointed," l told him , my eyes still closed , my head resting on his shoulder.

"Do you want to bet?," he asked me and l laughed.

He swept aside my hair and he nibbled my shoulder blade. He buried his head in the crook of my shoulder and inhaled. His hand was still moving around my stomach. It began to inch upwards dangerously close to my bosom. My eyes flew open and our glazed eyes collided in the mirror. He sucked my neck still holding my eyes in the mirror. I felt the familiar molten heat pooling low inside me.

"We look good together , Jane," he whispered in my ear.

He let out a sad sigh before lowering his eyes from mine.

"I don't deserve you at all," he added in a sad voice.

I immediately turned around and placed a finger over his mouth.

"If you say that again, l will get mad at you. We both belong to each other. I can't imagine a life without you."

He kissed my hand on his mouth.

"I love you Jane."

I responded by dropping a small light kiss on his lips. He placed his large hand on my waist , drawing me much closer. His other hand cupped my cheek and he took charge of our kiss. The kiss soon turned into something deep and savage. Ferracco moaned in my mouth and deepened the kiss. We broke apart after some minutes for air both of us panting. His hand stroked my cheek as his dark gaze seared through mine.

He kissed my forehead and placed his forehead on mine, both of us trying to catch our breaths.

"I need you, Jane," he whispered to me.

I responded by raising my hand and began to unbutton his crisp white shirt. Ferracco kissed me again, slowly backing me towards our bed.

A/N: l know it's been long, my lovelies. Sorry for late updates.