♞—Lorenzo I feel so fortunate to have found my own slice of paradise on earth - I'm not sure what I did to deserve it but I'm holding onto it. I ran a hand across my jaw as I stared out the french doors of my study, listening to two of the world's most adorable waves of laughter I have heard in my entire life. My wife and my daughter... At nine months old, Aurora had begun to creep around the house and babble some distorted syllables that Delilah desperately tried to interpret. The other day she said “baa baa” and Delilah said that she was saying “mama”. It was a long shot from mama because it sounded a little more like papa or dada. Smiling, I stared down at the ring around my finger, a platinum wedding band. I had proposed to Delilah when we celebrated our daughter's half-birthday as she turned six months old. I went down on my knee, prepared a whole speech, and cooked for my two princesses. It was the perfect night to pop the question, proposing to her with mama—Aurora's—ring
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♕—DelilahLooking at myself in the mirror, I clutched the sides of my dress. The nervousness crept up, and a shiver ghosted underneath my skin. My nipples were visible through the thin, silky fabric; my eyes dropped down and anyone could easily see every single dent and curve of my body through this dress. Rita—my chambermaid—slapped at my hands. "Stop it! You will ruin the dress, come on, let's take you to your father's wing" She placed a hand on the small of my back as she led me out of my chambers. I clasped my clammy hands together in front of me and walked with her. We entered our father's wing and a loud clatter followed by the howling laughter of men fell on my ears. "Does papá have guests over?" I asked "I suppose..." she answered vaguely. I frowned, papa never has guests over this late at night. We stopped outside papa's door and Rita nodded at the king's guard. The guard looked me up and down, I noticed how he swallowed and diverted his gaze. I felt naked, completely
♞—Lorenzo "I'm in a good mood today," I told him, "I'm gonna let you choose. Waterboarding or I could drill a hole in your head" His eyes widened as he tried to shake his head frantically. He bit on the gag in his mouth, his veins popped out everywhere and a layer of sweat covered his body. I had been torturing him for three months now, I had a rule. I always torture them for ninety-two days. And today was his ninety-second day. It was over for him. I picked up the drill. "I think we should go with the drill" He made animalistic sounds through the gag. I think he was trying to say something, trying to get his last words. I wasn't so ruthless. I was going to grant him his last words. I stopped before him and pulled the gag out of his mouth. "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF—" I calmly put the gag back. "That was a waste of breath," I said as I walked around him and stopped behind his back. I dipped my head and got closer to his ear. "I'm going to enjoy your pain very much. Y
♕—Delilah "He is going to kill me, mama" I whispered, staring at myself in the mirror. This beautiful white gown felt like a death sentence. "...that's what he did to all his wives" Mama stroked my curled hair and she adjusted the veil in place. "No, he won't, my Delilah is stronger than that. If anyone can change that man, it's going to be you" My heart felt so heavy, tears burned in my eyes and I shook my head in negative. "He won't change, mama! This isn't a fairytale. He isn't a prince. People like him... they don't change. I'm going to die," I whispered the last part to myself.Everything was in order, Jack and I were supposed to flee last night but I'm not sure how some of the guards got wind of it. The gates were sealed shut, I didn't even get to see him last night, he was taken away before that. From what I have heard from Rita, Jack tried his best to save me, he took the blame and told everyone that he was the one who filled my head with such ideas. He did it all for my
♕—Delilah I felt so thirsty. My head hurt. My eyelids felt heavy, it was all so dark.I was in a moving car, that much I could sense. My whole body was curled in an odd position.I tried to pull my hand to my face to get rid of the cloth covering it but couldn't, they were stuck behind my back, tied together with something rough. Then it hit me. Jack. My wedding with Alexander. Those men. I ran. They caught me. I was drugged. I was kidnapped. Panic shot through my veins; fear overpowered my body as I started to thrash around. I tried to scream but the gag in my mouth made it impossible for me to utter a word. "Ah, the woman of the hour is awake" I heard a faintly familiar voice say. It was the man who was chasing me in the forest, the one without the scar. I stilled; fear turned my veins to ice. Shivers crept through my body. "Get her up" I heard another deep voice that I didn't recognize. Someone grabbed my elbow and pulled me up into a sitting position, they ripped
♕—Delilah I pressed my back against the stone wall, my hands wrapped around my stomach as an urge to urinate doubled. I slammed my head back into the wall a few times, frustrated by my helplessness; hopelessness. I had no idea what they wanted from me or why I was here. I needed to use the toilet so badly but I refuse to do it because of the camera in the corner of the room. They were watching me, they were watching my every move. This was inhuman and humiliating. I couldn't even use the dirty toilet, I gritted my teeth. Shaking my head, I thought about something else, I tried to distract myself. Think about mama, think about Anthony, what they must be doing right now? Will papa look for me? Will he hurt mama for telling me to run? My heart drowned in my chest as I thought about Jack. It seemed so long ago since I last touched him, I remembered how I spent our last night together, I was crying my eyes out while he whispered sweet nothings into my ears, kissed my tears away, and to
♕—Delilah Evangeline looked me up and down. "Is she wearing her wedding gown?" then some kind of realization dawned on her face. "Is she the princess from the royal wedding that I specifically told you not to kidnap?!" she turned to her boyfriend. I nodded hysterically. "I am, I am the princess. They drugged me and brought me here and they had been torturing me ever since" "TORTURING YOU?!" the driver shouted, taking a threatening step my way. "Scott!" Evangeline snapped at him and then again faced her boyfriend. "Evangeline, I never promised you that I won't kidnap her" She frustratedly threw her arms in the air. "Nikolai, you can not kidnap an innocent just because you hate her father and fiancé. Kidnap the father, torture him not her" "We hadn't been torturing her, Evangeline," Lorenzo spoke and my eyes widened at how soft his voice was, how gently he talked to her, and how he looked at her like she was the only person in the room. Is he in love with his boss's pregnant wife