He was consumed by hate, while love ripped through me like a storm. We were like two thorns, trapped in a prickly embrace with no escape. We exchanged vows soaked in blood, sealed with a brutal kiss, and bound by bloodied rings, with no happily ever after on the horizon. Marco Costello, my so-called prince, shackled me as his wife, but he was no savior. I used to imagine what our life would have been like if I had said yes all those years ago instead of running away. I'd play Juliette to his brooding Romeo. But fate had a different script for me, casting me as the antagonist, trapped in a cycle of resentment and sadness, like a lost soul wandering through the shadows, unseen and unappreciated. “Till death do us part...” It wasn't a promise of forever, but a sentence to endless torment.
View MoreLilianna»»»◈«««My heart leaped into my throat, and I nearly ducked behind the kitchen counter. I thought we were done with him. I thought he was dead. Wasn't he supposed to be gone for good? Uncle Emilio assured me he took care of it, he took care of him. He was dead, yet here he was, laughing with Marco. I cringed at the sight, my hands curling into fists, I never wanted to lay eyes on that creep again.Mrs. Moore frowned at me, "What's the matter?"I shook my head, "Nothing, I just feel a bit tired. I think I'll go lie down for a while."Her expression grew concerned, "I'm sorry, Lilianna, but you can't..."My eyes widened, "Why?""Mr. Costello specifically requested your presence at dinner tonight..." she explained apologetically, "You are supposed to be one of the servers tonight." "Serve?" I questionedMrs. Moore looked uncomfortable as she continued, "He wants to make sure you understand your place in this household." I felt a knot form in my stomach. "Understood," I replie
Lilianna»»»◈«««"How do I do that?" I asked for the umpteenth time as Mrs. Moore tried her best to not lose her patience."Have you truly never cleaned anything in your entire life?" she sighed, her disappointment palpable, as if my incompetence had somehow exceeded her already low expectations.I folded my arms across my chest. "Why are you giving me that look? Seriously, Mrs. Moore? If a man were standing here, would you have questioned him with the same disbelief? Why is it so astonishing that I, as a woman, have never cleaned anything in my life? I've always had maids attending to everything around me; I never had to lift a finger."Her eyes softened, a hint of sympathy seeping into her gaze. "I understand, Ms. Lilianna," she replied gently, "But you must learn to be self-reliant, regardless of your upbringing. Life can throw unexpected challenges, and knowing how to handle them is important, maid or no maid." "Fine," I grumbled, reluctantly taking the rag from her hand and wipi
Lilianna»»»◈«««Last night was a sleepless torment. The mere thought of Marco sharing the same bed kept me wide awake, staring at the ceiling with a sense of dread gnawing at my insides. Every creak of the bed, every rustle of the sheets, felt like an opening to another assault.I remained on edge, my senses heightened, listening for the slightest movement from his side of the bed. As his alarm went off, I kept my eyes closed, feigning sleep as Marco stirred awake. I listened intently as he went through his morning routine, the sound of his shower and the shuffle of his clothes punctuating the silence of the room. Only when I heard the click of the door signaling that he was gone did I dare to open my eyes, relief washing over me momentarily.With Marco out of the room, I finally dared to leave the bed, my limbs heavy with exhaustion. I dragged myself over to the closet, unsure if I even had suitable attire to wear in this unfamiliar place. Opening the wardrobe, I was greeted by its
Lilianna»»»◈«««His hand trailed down my back before grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I instinctively squeezed my knees together, but his grip forced them apart, his touch feeling invasive and violating.Hopelessness felt like a heavy weight pressing down on me, making it difficult to fight back. I tried to push against the overwhelming sense of defeat, but it seemed like an impossible task. Each breath became a struggle, each moment a battle to hold on to the little hope I had left.Then a thought crossed my mind like a dark shadow, tempting me with the idea of simply surrendering. Maybe if I mentally checked out, it would be easier to endure whatever he had planned. If I could disconnect my mind from my body, perhaps the pain would be more bearable. After all, once he was done with me, he would leave, if only for the night. But even as the idea lingered, I couldn't bring myself to fully accept it. "Stop," I pleaded, writhing beneath him, my efforts to push him away fu
Lilianna»»»◈«««Before I could even blink, his iron grip closed around my wrist, squeezing so tightly it felt like my bones might snap. A sinister grin crept across his face, twisting his features into a mockery of amusement, "Big mistake..." With a rough grasp, he hoisted me off the ground, his grip bruising my arms as he ignored my startled gasp. I clung to him out of necessity, the pressure of his hold leaving me no choice but to wrap my arms tightly around his neck as he walked towards the bedroom with purposeful strides.My eyes widened in terror, my throat dry with fear as he threw me onto the bed. The impact sent shockwaves through my body, almost bouncing me off the mattress from the sheer force of his actions. I scrambled onto my elbows, a surge of adrenaline fueling my movements as I hastily shuffled backward on the bed, putting as much distance between myself and him as possible.Panic seizing every fiber of my being as I recoiled from him. My breath came in ragged gasps.
Lilianna»»»◈«««I woke up with a start, shooting up into a sitting position. My hand instinctively reached for my face. God, that had been the worst nightmare ever—I froze as I saw a picture almost the size of the wall.No, no, please, not this...The dull ache at the back of my head surged back with full force, accompanied by the familiar burn behind my eyes.I scanned the dimly lit, unfamiliar bedroom, the only light was coming from the nightstand lamp beside me.My gaze snapped back to the picture on the wall. Marco Costello walked through a sea of white rose petals, his arm wrapped around Amy Costello—his beloved deceased wife. She laughed in the picture, while Marco wore a simple smile, yet his eyes brimmed with adoration as he gazed at her, and it stung.It was as if I could feel the weight of their love radiating from the photograph, mocking me with its permanence.With a heavy sigh, I buried my face in my hands, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me. How could
Marco»»»◈«««"Lilianna Sofia Bruno, twenty-three years old, daughter of Sanrino Bruno," Alessandro said, his voice steady as he gave me the background check on Lilianna and her brothers. "She attended a prestigious high school in Miami before her father forcibly relocated her back to Naples. During her time in the US, she lived with her brother Samuele and her half-brother Grabriele, along with Emilio Bruno, their Uncle." Twenty-three? Twenty-fucking-three?! My blood boiled with rage. If she's twenty-three now, that means she must have been nineteen when I met her four years ago. My mind raced, piecing together the puzzle of her deceit. So she lied about her age, about her address. My fists clenched in anger. Threw away her phone the second she stepped out of my apartment, and then just fucking disappeared. The realization hit me like a sledgehammer, fueling the flames of resentment burning within me. Of course. What else would you expect from a woman of their family? I wonder what
Lilianna»»»◈«««I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart pounding in my chest, my eyes burned with tears as I gazed upon the scene before me.Uncle Emilio and Uncle Giorgio were bound, kneeling before us. To my shock, Uncle Giorgio was still alive, barely recognizable, his flesh slashed into so many stripes that his skin appeared grotesquely unreal.They were tied up next to Marco, kneeling before what looked less like an altar and more like a makeshift gallows, ready to hang them at any moment.There was a space reserved for me on the altar, and beside me stood Samuele and Gabriele, their faces marred by tears and etched with fear. Despite appearing physically unharmed, their eyes held a hollow, sunken gaze, betraying the torment they had endured.I glanced at the blood-soaked flowers, realizing the crimson stains must belong to my uncle, his body drenched in blood from head to toe.The sight turned my stomach. My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to understand the depth of the vi
Lilianna»»»◈«««Rachel's gaze swept over me, her expression etched with a deep frown. Her eyes lingered on the soldier behind me before they were again drawn to me, to the slap marks on my face, the wounds on my wrists, and my disheveled appearance. The dried-up tears on my cheeks, and my swollen and puffy eyes."She appears to be in pain, she should see a doctor first," Rachel commented."She's in pain? Tough luck. No doctors. You have got a few hours to get her sorted, and I'll be waiting outside."Rachel shot him a disapproving glare but didn't argue. With a resigned sigh, she turned back to me, her expression softening slightly. "I'll take care of you," she murmured, more to herself than to me.She asked me to walk ahead of her as she took me inside her beauty salon. It was empty with no one but Marco's guards stationed outside at every entrance.The salon's atmosphere was oddly quiet, with only the faint sound of my footsteps echoing in the empty space. I was still wearing the s
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