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Lilianna»»»◈«««To my surprise, Marco's parents defied my expectations. Despite the strained history between our families, they welcomed me with open arms, showing no signs of animosity or resentment. Not a single mention was made of whatever happened in the past, not even the incident at Marco's wedding. It was as if they were determined to leave the past behind and accept me into their family with open arms. As we sat down for dinner, Marco's father, Mario Costello, repeatedly tried to call him, but Marco ignored every single call, his father's face flushed red with anger."We've been looking forward to the day when Marco would settle down, and I'm really happy that it's finally happened," Amalia Costello said, her eyes shining with pride. Settle down? I mulled over the phrase, feeling a twist in my gut. It sounded so normal like we were some average couple planning a white picket fence future. But reality was far from it. Marco and I weren't settling into cozy domesticity. No, ou
Lilianna»»»◈«««Disregarding the other guests in the room, I approached my brother, my gaze fixed on him as he headed toward the minibar. My heart beat rapidly, blocking out the noise of the room."Samuele!" I called out, the sound escaping me like a mixture of a cry and a laugh.His head whipped around at the sound of my voice, his eyes scanning me from head to toe in a heartbeat, filled with concern. As if he was checking for any visible signs of injury, making sure I was okay.I reached him, my hand extending to touch his face, ready to pull him into a hug. But before I could, Marco's cold voice sliced through the air, causing him to take a step back from me."Samuele," Marco called to him sharply.With just his name leaving his mouth, Samuele's demeanor shifted as if he didn't even recognize me anymore.I furrowed my eyebrows, puzzled by my brother's sudden change in demeanor. Taking another step towards him, I tried to reach out, but Samuele deftly sidestepped me, a tray of drink
Lilianna»»»◈«««Ignoring their conversation, Marco forced me forward, his grip on my elbow tightening as he steered me in the direction of the bedroom. With each step, I resisted, digging my heels into the ground and trying to break free from his grasp. But Marco's strength was overpowering, and I stumbled forward, feeling the cold dread of agitation settling in the pit of my stomach.Glancing over my shoulder, I caught sight of Samuele standing there, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of concern and apprehension. Marco swung open the bedroom door, shoving me inside before slamming it shut and locking it from the outside. Panic surged through me as I grasped the doorknob and attempted to turn it, but it refused to budge, he had locked me in. Tears streamed down my face as I lowered myself beside the door, overcome by a rush of emotions. Seeing my brother again had thrown me for a loop, making it impossible to think straight. All I could do was sit there, feeling lost, thinking of
Lilianna»»»◈«««It had been a whole week since Marco had left following our argument. I didn't really feel lonely without him, but I couldn't quite grasp why he had walked out. What worried me most was the possibility of him causing harm to my brothers as a way of getting back at me.Over the past week, I have grown quite close to the staff here, even Dad. It had been a challenge coaxing him out of his shell, but once he opened up, it became apparent that his personality rivaled that of a brick.Amalia was coming over to pick me up for the charity event and I found myself before Amy's clothes once more. The thought of stepping into her shoes, both metaphorically and literally, filled me with dread.Opting for a light blue gown, I was pleased with how it hugged my figure and its ideal length. After applying makeup and styling my hair, I hesitated when it came to selecting matching heels, noticing the painful scabs on my feet.Ignoring the discomfort, I slipped into the matching heels,
Lilianna»»»◈«««I wasn't sure what game was being played here, but I certainly didn't want any part of it.He usually gives me the cold shoulder ever since we met again. Tonight, though, it's like he was pretending I'm not even here, completely ignoring me. Even though he went all out to set up a feast for me and my brothers. I observed Gabriele rushing over to him, saying something, to which he simply nodded. Gabriele then joyfully skipped back to where he had come from.A girl made her way to him, and I became more alert as he enveloped her in a hug. Marco Costello hugging another woman made me frown. I couldn't quite articulate the complexities of our marriage, but seeing him with another woman stirred up a mix of emotions within me. Should I be bothered by this? It shouldn't matter, it doesn't concern me, I scolded myself, feeling foolish for even entertaining such thoughts. But still...That hug lasted quite a while, wow, I felt a pang of discomfort. And then, things took a tur
Lilianna»»»◈«««Professional Portfolio Photography Services Capture your modeling potential with stunning portfolio photos tailored just for you. Our expert team delivers high-quality images that showcase your versatility and style. Get noticed in the industry – contact us today!For the past ten minutes, I'd been fixated on this ad. My portfolio was back in Naples, not here in America, but maybe it was time to try my luck here. Mrs. Moore had basically written me off when it came to doing household chores. I did my bit here and there, but nothing major. And as for Marco, well, he hadn't so much as glanced my way in what felt like forever. It was like I was invisible to him, stuck in the background while he carried on with his own world.He never bothered to ask about my activities, my whereabouts, or how I spent my days. It was as if he'd completely checked out, leaving me to my own devices. Strangely enough, I found some solace in his indifference. It spared me from enduring the c
Marco»»»◈«««I glanced back at the closed door, the muffled sound of Lilianna's voice lingering in the air until she likely walked away with her brother. Why hadn't Kason informed me about Lilianna's visit? Isn't that his entire damn job?I rolled my neck, fighting to contain the surge of anger threatening to consume me. The door swung open, revealing Kason's stoic figure standing on the threshold. His gaze met mine, guarded.I wasted no time in getting straight to the point. "Why the hell didn't you tell me about Lilianna's visit?"His expression remained impassive, but I could sense the tension coiling beneath the surface. "I didn't think it was relevant," he replied evenly."Relevant?" I scoffed incredulously. "She's my wife, Kason. Everything involving her is relevant.""Boss, I didn't want to stir up unnecessary trouble for you," he explained, "Mrs. Costello's visit wasn't about you—it was about her and Samuele. You said it was fine for her to see her brothers whenever she wanted
Lilianna »»»◈««« "...Do you imagine Amy when you fuck her?" I asked, stepping back until I felt the chill of the glass railing against my back once more. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He'd taken off his suit jacket, leaving it behind. His white shirt was open at the collar and the first two buttons, giving a glimpse of his chest. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, but the rain had soaked through, causing his shirt to stick to him, revealing the contours of his muscles. The droplets highlighted every curve and ridge, accentuating his strength. Despite the rain, he stood there, his posture confident. Each droplet tracing a path along the defined lines of his body. I extended my arms, draping them over the railing on either side of me, the bottle still gripped firmly in my hand. Tilting my head back, I gazed up at the sky, rain cascading down around me. Each drop felt like a small impact against my skin, but I paid it no mind, too f