Invisible string is a story about Angelys Diaz, a model disillusioned by her glamorous life, and Franco Colapinto, an F1 driver seeking something real. Their unexpected connection reveals the power of authenticity and the invisible ties that can pul...
"Love isn't about finding someone to fix you; it's about finding someone who makes you feel whole."
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The morning light spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Franco's Monaco apartment, painting the room in soft hues of gold. Angelys stood barefoot in the kitchen, her fingers curled around a steaming cup of coffee. Koda, the puppy George, Carmen, and Franco had surprised her with on her birthday, was sprawled across the floor, his tiny paws twitching in a dream.
She smiled to herself, the weight in her chest lighter than it had been in months. For the first time in a long time, this felt...right.
Franco's voice drifted in from the living room. "Koda's already living like a prince, huh?" He walked in, his hair still messy from sleep, and leaned against the counter with a grin. "He fits right in."
Angelys glanced at the dog and laughed softly. "He's definitely the most spoiled one here. Between Carmen's designer leash gift and George sneaking him treats, I think he'll be running this house soon."
Franco chuckled, watching her as she sipped her coffee. "How are you feeling? About all of this?"
She hesitated, her fingers tracing the rim of her mug. "It's...different. But in a good way." She looked up at him, her hazel eyes softening. "You've made it feel like home, Franco. I didn't think I'd find that again."
He stepped closer, his gaze steady. "You deserve it, Angelys. And if Koda drooling on the furniture helps, I'll take it."
She laughed, the sound light and unrestrained, and for a moment, Franco thought it was the best sound he'd ever heard.
As the day unfolded, the two of them took Koda for a walk along the quiet streets of Monaco. The crisp January air carried the faint scent of the sea, and Angelys found herself relaxing into the rhythm of their steps. Franco's hand brushed hers, and she glanced at him, a question lingering in her gaze.
"Angelys," he said softly, "you're not just living here—you're part of this life now. With me."
Her breath caught, the vulnerability in his voice catching her off guard. He wasn't just saying it; he meant it.
"I've never been good at staying," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Then don't think about staying," Franco replied, his eyes meeting hers. "Just think about being here. With me. With Koda. One day at a time."
For the first time in years, Angelys felt like she wasn't chasing something she couldn't name. Instead, she was standing still, letting something real come to her.
Koda barked, breaking the moment, and Franco laughed, scooping the puppy into his arms. "Looks like someone's jealous of all this attention."
Angelys reached out to scratch Koda's ears, her smile returning. "I think he's the glue holding us together."
Franco leaned closer, his voice warm with affection. "I think we're the glue holding us together, Angelys."
For once, she let herself believe him.
———
The sun dipped lower in the sky as they made their way back to the apartment, the golden hues fading into soft pinks and oranges. Angelys carried Koda now, the tiny puppy nuzzling into her shoulder as if he'd known her forever.
As they stepped inside, Franco headed to the kitchen, opening a bottle of wine he had picked up earlier in the week. "Carmen told me this one's her favorite," he said, holding it up. "She insisted I learn how to properly celebrate your birthday week."
Angelys smirked, setting Koda down on the plush dog bed in the corner of the living room. "She's a bad influence. A whole week of celebrating? I'm not that high-maintenance."
"Maybe not," Franco replied, pouring two glasses, "but you deserve it anyway." He handed her a glass and gestured toward the balcony.
The Monaco skyline glittered in the fading light, a soft breeze rustling through the curtains as they stepped outside. Angelys leaned on the railing, her hazel eyes fixed on the horizon.
"Do you ever think about how crazy this is?" she asked, her voice contemplative. "A few years ago, I was drowning in photo shoots and red carpets, trying to convince myself that it all meant something. And now...I'm here. With you. With Koda. I never saw this coming."
Franco stood beside her, his arm brushing hers. "Life has a funny way of surprising you, doesn't it?" He took a sip of wine, his gaze soft as he looked at her. "But for what it's worth, I can't imagine you anywhere else."
Angelys turned to him, a mix of gratitude and disbelief in her expression. "You always make it sound so simple. Like you never doubt anything."
He smiled faintly, setting his glass down. "Oh, I doubt things all the time. I'm not perfect, Angelys. I've got my own fears, my own insecurities. But I know one thing for sure—having you here, building this life together? That's the one thing I don't doubt."
Her heart ached in the best way, the kind of ache that came from being seen, from being wanted. She reached for his hand, lacing her fingers through his. "You really mean that, don't you?"
Franco's thumb brushed against hers. "Every word."
They stood there in silence for a moment, the weight of the world fading as the stars began to appear. Koda barked from inside, breaking the stillness, and Angelys laughed.
"I think someone's hungry," she said, pulling away to head inside.
Franco caught her wrist gently, stopping her in her tracks. "Wait," he said softly.
She turned back to him, the question in her eyes mirrored by the warmth in his.
"I love you, Angelys," he said, the words steady and unshaken. "I just needed you to know that."
Her breath hitched, the world narrowing to just him in that moment. The vulnerability in his voice, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered—it was overwhelming, and yet, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
"I love you too," she whispered, the words tumbling out before she could overthink them.
Franco's grin was slow but radiant, and he pulled her into his arms, holding her as if he never wanted to let go.
Inside, Koda barked again, his tiny paws scratching at the doorframe. Angelys laughed against Franco's chest, her voice muffled. "We should probably feed him before he stages a protest."
Franco kissed the top of her head before letting her go. "Alright, Koda, we hear you. But just so you know," he called out to the puppy, "you've got some competition for her attention."
Angelys rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushed with happiness as she scooped up Koda. For the first time in a long time, her life didn't feel like a series of fragments. It felt whole.
