I sat on the stool, waiting for Aella to come back. What happened at the ball will be kept away from my girl for some time.I was an atom away from killing him.Cazzo di merda! I could've killed him.Cazzo ti, Niccolò.The sound of Mathew yelling on the phone disturbed my memories of the fight. I turned around, noticing Delilah stitching up Nico's wounds and Nico, looking through the TV programs, completely unbothered by the stitching.I saw Mathew pacing around, trying to sort out legal issues after tonight. I rubbed my jaw and winced from the pain in my chest.I've gone through much worse pain in my life, that this would seem like a paper cut. But it hurt. Bad.I looked at the clock on the wall, seeing that Aella had been gone for longer than five minutes. I stood up and headed towards the stairs."Fratello, c'è-" [Brother, there's-]"Questo può aspettare," [This can wait,] I walked past him, heading towards my bedroom. I opened the door and saw a man in front of Aella, holding a gu
I tried to run away from him. I thought I did. For the first time, I actually thought I did. I was very wrong.I changed my hair, my total appearance, my entire life to get away from him. He still found me. He still punished me. There was nothing left good in my life. He now made sure of it. The closest people to me were hurt in the process. My family chose to believe him. They chose to like him and forget that I was their daughter. I no longer had a sweet life like I did before I met him. Even The last three years were fine compared to now. I regret everything. Every bit of my life. Except for the man, I met after him. He saved me. He really did. As much as I was able to be saved he did. And I'm thankful for him. I will never be able to thank him enough for what he did. He stood up to him. He showed me his true colours that were brighter than his exterior. He loved me. And for the first time in my life, I loved someone back. My Chris saved me.
I've never run so fast in my life. I ran from him. I ran from my past. I ran from the Satan that I was married to. The cold evening breeze brushed through my hair and the pouring rain soaked my clothes and washed away my tears. I left everything I had behind but took a black backpack filled with things that might come in handy. I packed some clothes, another pair of shoes, my toiletries, a brand new phone that I bought two weeks ago just for this purpose, as well as cash. Lots of it. I didn't bother stealing from him and took what belonged to me. Over the past few months, I collected some cash from my salary and my savings account. I made sure to cash out small amounts so it wasn't suspicious. Nothing scared me anymore apart from him finding me. This wasn't my first attempt at escaping him. Not at all. It was my second. I feared the outcome. The very first time traumatized me enough to wait for tonight, for three years. Three fucking years were stolen from me. I spent countless n
Ten hours laterThe plane landed and when deplaned, I kept looking back if I could by any chance see the gorgeous young man that I bumped into earlier. No luck."Stop looking for him," I looked back at Delilah."I'm not," she chuckled."You're trying to get away from your previous life so it's best if you don't even bother going after a new person." We got to security and they began checking us in. "Especially since he's someone that definitely knows Archer." I looked at her with my eyes widened."What-" she covered my mouth with her hand and leaned into my ear."He's the person that your husband loathes,"Christopher Morris. I've never seen him anywhere. I had no clue that he looked like that. I've seen his father a few times in the past but never imagined what Christopher could look like. Maybe it was because his name barely left Archer's mouth that I didn't find it in me to look him up but as much as it killed me to know, it always slipped my mind.But man, isn't it a nice surprise
We arrived at the restaurant an hour after Delilah made a reservation. It was surprisingly easy to get a table there but I was glad. As much as I was nervous, I wanted to get away and just have fun. No matter what the future holds.We walked in and the hostess immediately greeted us. She showed us to the table and we sat down. I looked around the restaurant and couldn't help but notice many people dressed in very fancy and expensive attire.I had a dark red satin dress on that showed off my curves very well. My hair was curled and to my surprise, I actually really liked the way it looked. I also wore black heels and had a small black clutch purse that held my wallet and phone.Delilah had a fitted black sleeved dress and her hair was in a low bun. She wore black heels like me and had a small off the shoulder purse.The waiter came up to us shortly after sitting down and poured us some wine. I asked for the white wine and De had red. I preferred red wine most days but I wanted somethin
I woke up from a very annoying Delilah practically jumping on me."Get the fuck up," I move around in bed trying to keep my eyes closed from the bright light coming from the window. "You need to get dolled up." I open my eyes and push her off. "Fine." I curled up in the duvet and enjoyed my peace and quiet. Well... up until I felt ice-cold water on my face."You fucking bitch!" I sat up and wiped the water from my eyes."What else was I supposed to do?" She put the glass on the dresser and I got out of bed. I gave her a deadly glare and went into the bathroom. "I'm picking out your outfit!" She yells from the room."I think I'm old enough to do that myself." I washed my hands and brushed my teeth. I left the bathroom and saw Delilah laying a tight black dress on my bed with a pair of black heels and a black lingerie set. I walked over to the bed and picked up the panties. "Why does this matter?" She went into the bathroom with clothes in her hands."You have to make an impression." I
As six o'clock rolled around, I'd begun to feel nervous. Not that I wasn't before but he just did something to me. And frankly, I doubt that I trust myself around him.Delilah was more excited than me. The moment I stepped into the hotel room, she went nuts about what I should wear.I almost threw her out of the balcony because of how annoying she was. She thought that I should wear something provoking and sexy but I told her that I had boundaries with him. He said that himself.I thought about something more classy but elegant. I wasn't going on a date after all."You'll look like a grandma." I rolled my eyes at her. I wore an elegant, fitted, blush pink, satin dress that reached a bit over my knees with straps.I began putting on my white heels while Delilah turned on the curler."I don't think that I do," she sighed with frustration. "De, it's me who's going to have dinner with him.""Yeah, with the most powerful man on Earth," she said as she began to curl one of the strands. "And
I walked into the kitchen and leaned against the island. This was one of the worst ideas I'd done in my life.She looked like her. Her face was just like hers. The moment I saw her, I knew that this was a goddamn dream. There was no way she was let free. This was one of those doppelganger moments right before my eyes. I knew this was bad. That this would get me into trouble. She won't know. Not yet at least.The night that I fucked her in the bathroom, I intentionally left the light off. I didn't want to get attached to her. Even if I'd already passed that point years ago.To be completely honest, I barely listened to what she said in my office. I had to take the chance to see her every day.The way she said my name while moaning and in general was appealing to me. Just the fact that she was walking around my penthouse, making her completely under my control, flattered me.I looked around my kitchen and decided to make my momma's best Italian dish, pasta. It was the only thing I'd lea