Heirs Of The Lombardis

Win Her Back

Late at night, under the dark, starry night, Venturo was lying on Adam's lap, as silent as a dove. His eyes were fixed at one place. A tear fell from his eye, travelling down towards the bridge of his nose.

Adam touched him and took off his jacket, putting it on him. "You're cold, buddy". He said in a soft, gentle voice.

Venturo didn't responded to what he said.

After a long pause, Adam asked: "Are you in love with her?". It was like he was talking to a wall or something.. no reply. But he still continued. "Man! I've never seen anyone like this before. Now I understand how Uncle Hendrick used to be when Aunt Abigail moved out".

"Sophie played a very dangerous game". Venturo finally spoke up. "She drove me away from Rosalie. I always knew she'll do something stupid. The way she looked at Rose was enough to figure that out".

"Even then you did nothing". Adam said. "Look, you can't let her go like this. You spent all of your strength protecting Rosalie and all of your love loving he