Chapter 60 You Must Go To The Russian's House

• I don't know what the hell I'm doing with my life. I don't know how far I'll go with Sergei. I don't know what will happen from now on. I get out of bed ready to face a new day. A productive one where the last thing I see is that Italian magnate. I think it's time to create some distance with him before this gets out of hand. I wish I could say it will be easy to do, but clearly it won't be.
• I've tried not to see him or answer his calls, but come on, he's a Russo! Even if I try to hide in the most remote place in the world, he would still find me. It's difficult, really difficult to escape from him, especially when he thinks he owns my life. I've had good and bad moments since Liam and I broke up. His parents had to leave the country out of the shame I made them go through at the grandparents' anniversary, and if they were to ask me, I would do it again and again. With a Smirnov, no one messes.
• I open the drawer where my prescribed medications are, dad says I can't go a single day without them, but I think after what that coward did to me, things have gotten worse for me up to this point. I take the paste out of the plastic container and slide it over my lips until it's between my teeth and I manage to chew it. The bitter taste is unbearable, but I think not as much as the idea of losing the battle against this disease again. I wish I could be a bit more understanding towards Miguel, but I know that in his own way, he cares about me and I don't take it in the best way.