AGOSTI“You do know that it is bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, especially in her wedding dress” I stopped Luca who was headed in the direction of Isabella’s room.“I only want to check on her and who believes that superstitious nonsense.” He chuckled.He looked better this morning, in a much better mood than I have seen him in a while.“I will check on her for you, you should be heading to the church”“I would love Isabella to ride with me. Maybe she and I would get to talk about… you know everything that has happened in the last 72 hours and come to an agreement of a sort”“Like I said, son… badluck” I laughed when he rolled his eyes.“I will have her ride with her parents. You need to immediately be at the church so off you pop”He nodded, straightening his tie and then climbing down the stairs while I knocked softly on Isabella’s door.I pushed it open, my breath hitching in my lungs as I beheld her. I did not think she was created to walk this earth alongside us… a f
ISABELLAMy smile cracked again for the umpteenth time but I maintained it. They wanted me to smile and I was going to.It was my wedding day after all.My father was standing with Agosti and they appeared in serious conversation. I did not doubt that it was about me.Agosti looked furiousWhat do I care? I asked myself.I was now officially the wife of his son.I could hardly feel the sting where I had been hit. Audrey had done a great job of covering it with makeup and so to everyone who was at the wedding, I was a beautiful and happy bride.“Are you okay, my love?” I heard Luca’s voice behind me.He grabbed my arm, drawing me closer to him and I was repulsed at the alcohol I could smell on his breath.“I am fine” I muttered, trying to free myself from his grasp.“Did you think about what I said?” He asked, whsipering into my ears.“What are you talking about?”His fingers tightened around my arm and I tried not to wince at the pain that shot up my spine.“You are here on your weddi
AGOSTIFucking prick, I fumedIf he wasn’t my son, my fist would be buried in his damned face.I sighed, slamming it into the wall instead wincing at the pain that shoots up my arm.I turned around, staring at the broken vase on the floor. It weirdly explained my sorry state at the moment and I was infuriated at this silly feeling of helplessness.“Oh, you are here” Angelo approached me. “Your guests are waiting wondering what happened to the hosts and I am of the mind that that daughter of mine ought to receive some spanking for being such a terrible…”“Not right now, Angelo” I stopped him.I did not want to hear any of his rude and uncouth opinion about Isabella or he might bear the brunt of the wrath coursing through my veins.I walked away from him and back to the party and then I picked up the microphone, calling everyone’s attention to myself.“I am calling an end to the partying” I announced.There was protest from the guests.“We should leave the newly weds alone, don’t you th
ISABELLAIt was pointless to sit up here and cry or to think that hiding would somehow make it all better.I had to speak with Agosti.I had to know what the fuck Luca meant by a diamond mine or if it was just the drunken words of a man.I raced down the stairs and to the party, my eyes darting around for Agosti. He was nowhere in sight and neither was Luca but I saw my father signaling me with the wine glass in his hand. I turned around, ignoring him completely and making my way to the study which was the only place I knew he could be.The door to the study was slightly open and I could hear voices coming from inside. No, it wasn’t exactly… it was more like moans.As I neared and placed one hand to the door and then an ear, I heard him and whoever he was going at it with.I took one step closer, tripping on my own dress and falling forward whilst trying to catch myself. A scream erupted from my lungs as I plunged head first into the study door, pushing it forward and tumbling inside.
ISABELLALas Vegas, 17:25This isn’t the fucking eighteenth century where you marry your daughter off against her damned will, I scoffed, glaring at the glass in front of me.I loved my father but he was getting on my last nerve with all these talks about marriage.He was yet to tell me why he would think I would want to marry the son of an old friend of his and how I would ever consider it a good idea.I am going to show him by doing whatever the fuck I want, I thought to myself.“Another glass” I called out to the bartender.He smiled in my direction and moved, stopping with the bottle.“May I know why a pretty girl such as yourself is drinking in broad daylight?”“Pour me a drink and I might tell you” I smiled coyly, batting my lashes while I cringed inwardly.He wasn’t bad looking with hair tied in a ponytail and arms flexing underneath his uniform.He leaned forward while I resisted the urge to lean away from him and poured me the drink, smiling into my eyes.“So?” He drawled.“S
ISABELLAI could not breathe and he knew this.“We are here” The driver announced.Agosti chuckled softly, placing a soft kiss on my neck before releasing me and sliding out of the car while I struggled to get my breath and self under control.“Shall we?” He put a hand out after opening the door.I took his hand, taking a deep breath so I did not seem needy.My mouth dropped open as we turned and I was facing a yacht.“What are we doing here?” I blurted“The party, remember?” He arched an eyebrow in my direction.“You never said anything about a yacht… I cannot swim” I finished lamely.“Don’t worry, you won’t be falling over except you play too close to the edge”His eyes were twinkling again like he knew some personal joke and was laughing about it all by himself.I allowed him hold unto my hand, too stunned to react to anything other than him dragging me along behind him and climbing up the plank.We were soon up and I gasped as my eyes moved around the place, coming in contact with
ISABELLAI allowed him pull me to himself shunning the girls away and reaching to flip the threads of my dress so he could pull it down from my body.I was seated on his laps so I could stare into his eyes and watch his mouth part releasing hot, harsh breath and his eyes roam my bare breasts.“You are so beautiful” He commented.I said nothing, there was nothing that I could say that would be able to explain the pleasure I was feeling as his fingers roamed my back and the rough of his palm caressed my nipples gently and then pinching slightly.He let go of me, rising to his feet while I followed, my eyes meeting his shyly.I wondered if he could see that this was the craziest thing I had ever done in all my years of existing.“Take off the dress, Rachael” He ordered as he stood there, his hands fisted to his sides.I was suddenly overcome by the shyness and when he drew closer to me, I took one step back. He stopped walking, reaching to touch the strap of my dress around my waist and
AGOSTI When I opened my eyes the next day morning, she was gone. The information from my guard was that she asked to be let out and he had assisted her, making sure he sent her off in a ride to whatever destination she picked. It would be the first time a woman would leave my bed without begging for something more between us or asking for money and it was all for the better that she knew her place and had kept to it. I picked up her panties, torn and still moist with her juices. I twirled it in my fingers, remembering how soft… how pliant she had been under me. “Let Luca know we will be having dinner with his soon to be wife’s family and he is to behave accordingly” I told my bodyguard who nodded and exited the room. Well, Las Vegas was fun but it was time for me to get back to the real world and that would be making sure my stepson did not fuck up his marriage to the Romano’s. Luca had been my son since the death of his parents and now my heir since I never thought to marry.T