Maria. Morning sunlight enters the room through the gauzy drapes on the window, bathing it in warmth. It would make a perfect day for a wedding if only it wasn’t mine. It might be warm outside but inside of me, a cold war was going on. Maybe I should have run away, I wouldn’t be here if I had done then. And then what? What would I do if I ran away? Will that stop me from being in danger? Will that protect my sister from harm? No, instead that would bring more harm to us than this. And they would have found me eventually, dragged me back from wherever I went. “Miss.” I snapped out of my thoughts and stared at the mirror. My seamstress stared at me with worry obvious in her eyes. “Is the dress too tight?” She asked. I sighed and quickly removed my hand from my abdomen before shaking my head. “No, it’s alright,” I replied, and that eased the worries on her face. I rubbed my throat, I have been talking too much for the past couple of weeks and it’s seriously telling on me. I w
Maria.I couldn’t help but compliment my younger sister, she looked pretty in her wine dress with spaghetti straps. Her hair was braided and swept to the side and the tiny flower on her hair made her prettier.She looked so grown up.“There you are, my beautiful daughters.” Our heads whipped to the side, and we both stared at our father as he approached us.Seeing him made my heart beat faster, I knew what would come after this since he was here. The wedding is about to start.I forced a smile and avoided his eyes, our relationship hasn’t been the same since he practically forced me to marry Luciano but that’s no surprise. All my life I have known him to be a loving and overprotective father, someone who wouldn’t make any decisions for us. He let us make mistakes and then correct them but here he is pushing me to a murderer.I really want to believe he’s doing this because he knows that this is the best for me.His eyes remained on me until he was standing before us.I know he’s looki
Maria.There was a lot that I wanted to say, a lot of comebacks that I have for each word he spat out but I couldn’t say them because of my damn condition. A time like this is one of those times that I wished I had a voice; a normal one where I can talk without having to move my hands or even feel pain after saying one or two words.“I said. Is. That. Clear?” He asked, inching closer, and right now I wished for the wall to close on me.I would rather stay there than marry this man.I hate him. I don’t usually hate people but he’s one of those people that I rarely hate. I thought I could make this marriage work out after everything but guess I was wrong.This man standing before me will never love me, he doesn’t even care or see me as his wife except for whatever transactional reason he’s doing with my father.“Don’t make me repeat myself, Mariana.” He growled, holding my chin and making me look directly at his eyes.“I will….never….love you,” I stressed the words as I forced them out.
Maria.Hours later, I found myself sitting in the back seat of a car beside Luciano, being driven out of town to my new home—Luciano's home. After exchanging words with most of the families, we decided to call it a night. Before that, I did have one last chance to hug and talk to my sister before leaving, even though Luciano insisted we leave at once. Just because he had put that damn ring on my finger didn’t mean he could control me."I’m going to miss you so much, Mari," Emilia said as she wrapped her arms around my waist.I didn’t hesitate to do the same. "I will miss you too," I sniffled, blinking back tears so I wouldn’t cry.I wasn't crying because of what Luciano said; he could go screw himself for all I cared. I just didn’t want to make Emilia feel worse by breaking down in front of her.“Promise me you are going to let me visit you always?” She asked as she buried her head on my shoulder.That was a tough promise I didn’t know if I could fulfill. It still wasn’t clear if Luci
Maria.I stayed quiet waiting for him to be done with whatever he had to say. I was tired, my feet were sore and killing me. I needed some sleep but I guess I can’t leave until he’s done speaking and besides I have no idea where my room is.“It will be just us and the workers staying in the mansion, unfortunately, my brother had to look for another space because of the wedding.” He said and I frowned slightly.Is he trying to blame me for marrying him? Well, in case he has forgotten he’s the one who insisted on this wedding, not me.“Come with me,” I rolled my eyes. Finally.He took the steps two at a time but I was slower, my feet ached even after taking the shoes off.He was waiting for me at the top of the stairs, glaring at me like I was the cause of his problems.Well, he doesn’t expect me to be quick when my feet are killing me, and not in this dress.When I got to the last step, he turned without waiting for me or even asking if I was alright. Asshole.God, I can’t keep count
Luciano.The whole wedding was a hassle, I had to make my face neutral so I wouldn’t show any sign of disgust at Pedro or his daughter.Luckily the wedding had gone through and everything was perfect, the only thing I wished I could avoid was staying under the same roof with her.But like every other thing that came with this marriage that was impossible, newly married couples are expected to stay together for as long as they are married.They are not to be separated for a long time; the longest a couple could go without being together is forty-eight hours and when it’s more than that it sends suspicions to whoever was watching our marriage.“Happy married life, brother.” I paused in my steps as I glanced at Adriano who was leaning on the staircase.“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be at one of those parties of yours?” I asked as I took the stairs down without bothering to see if he was following me.I needed a drink, a strong drink that could help me fall asleep.I entered the kitchen and g
Maria.I was startled awake by a banging sound, blinking my eyes open. I looked around wondering where I was and then everything clicked when I stared at the ceiling.I was in my husband's house and this was my room.I snapped out of my thoughts when the banging sound came again on the door.Someone was knocking.With a low grumble I got up from the bed, I wouldn’t have to if only I could speak.I opened the door and met an older woman standing outside with a bunch of clothes in her hands. She doesn’t look Italian.“Good morning.” She greeted me as she stared at my dress.Right, I was still in my wedding dress.“I bought a few clothes for you.” She said.I moved to the side giving her some space as she walked in, while she was dropping the clothes on the bed I looked around searching for a book and a pen so I could write.I don’t want to be seen as the evil mean new wife who paid no attention to the maids.Luckily I found one sitting inside the dressing table drawer.I wrote on it and
Maria.He can’t do this.He can’t just tell me to stop working, to stop doing what makes me feel alive.He is just my husband and not the dictator of my life.“I…..need…to…go,” I said as I dropped the cup of coffee on the counter. I no longer had the appetite to drink it.I could feel my blood boiling as I tried to leave the kitchen.“Do not take another step.” He barked and I found myself doing as he said.He walked over until he was standing in front of me, his face calm and composed as he stared at my raging one.“You aren’t leaving and do not ask why because I won't say anything. My reasons are mine alone, you will no longer go to work, and that’s final.”Can’t he hear himself?Can’t he hear just how misogynistic he sounds? He wants me to stop working and then what? I should stay at home and be the good wife he’s always wanted—wait, scratch that he didn’t want a wife.“I….will….go…and…you….can’t stop me.” I clenched my hand beside me as I stared at him.He shook his head, “ Hopele
Maria.Her words hit me hard. Hearing her say it out loud made me realize just how stressed and overwhelmed and not okay I have been.My whole life was turned upside down against my own will, I promised to hate him for everything he did to me but yet here I am making peace with the same man who destroyed my life. The same man who made me lose every single thing I have worked for.How could I let myself do that?The sudden realization dawned on me and just like that the thread holding whatever emotions I had buried snapped. I let go as a sob wracked through me. Daisy’s face dropped in surprise and then it turned cold. She wrapped her arm around me and placed my head on her shoulder as I cried my eyes out.“It’s okay, Maria. Breathe.” She ordered while rubbing my shoulder softly.“Just breathe, you’re going to be fine.”I managed a nod but my crying didn’t slow down, I closed my eyes as I let the tears pour out. Every emotion that I have buried raised their head and I just couldn’t stop
Maria.I must have a death wish because here I am sneaking out of the mansion without getting caught again. I know Luciano told me not to leave his house again but I can’t help it, I need to leave, and besides I’m not that meek wife whom he could control. I left the house without taking a guard or even letting anyone know about my absence.There’s no need to tell them when my husband goes out and comes back anytime he pleases.I flagged down a taxi and quickly gave him my address, my phone was with me and apart from that I didn’t carry anything else.“We are here, ma'am.” The driver's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.I paid him and stared at the building before me, I missed this place. I missed coming here in the morning with an expectant smile on my face and leaving after knowing the children were alright.I waved at the security guard at the gate who was excited to see me before walking into the building. I was here for just one thing and that’s where I’m currently headed.I too
Luciano.I know she would do it, I know she would beg for it because that’s what she is. A fucking needy slut who just can’t get enough of my cock.“Beg for it.”“Please.” She whimpered, trying to move his hips against my hand.“Please touch me…..I need it.”My lips curled up in a smirk, “You do.” I nipped at her neck and then licked the spot, groaning at the taste of her skin.“Needy little sluts always do, don’t they?” Her head bobbed up and down as I gathered the wetness at her entrance and brought it up to her clit, rubbing it and soothing it. The touch relaxed her.“Hmm.” Playtime is over.I raised her hip higher as I slammed into her in one easy stroke. Fuck, it was always amazing with her. Every single time was amazing and different, I wouldn’t mind getting lost in her.My teeth ground together at the way her pussy wrapped around my cock, it fucking knocked the air out of my lungs.She’s so fucking beautiful. Warm. Addicting.Fuck, I wouldn’t mind being addicted to her body. I
Luciano.A stinging pain in my arm woke me up.The first thing I realized was that I was sore but the pain wasn’t much like last night. The second thing is that I’m not alone on my bed, there was a warm soft body pressing against mine. And the third thing I realized was that my cock was as hard as a fucking steel as I lay between the legs of the person on my bed.Everything that happened last night came to me in pieces. Adriano. Getting shot. Taking the bullet out of my arm and Mariana helping me to stitch up the wound; her soft caresses and words as she did that. And finally my dick—I wasn’t going to blame my brain, for not wanting her to leave even when she offered to sleep on the couch.All I wanted to do last night was hold her beside me as I slept, I didn’t know what came over me but I just went with my instincts, and judging from the position we were in right now, I could tell we slept together.Her delicious scent wafted into my nose causing me to look at her, she was still asl
Maria.He let me do anything I’d wanted to do after I said that, the asshole really wanted me to say something. I know that’s why he’s doing this.Thinking about everything that happened tonight I couldn’t believe I spoke that much, this was the first time I had said something more than once or twice and I haven’t felt the achy pain in my throat ever since.Once I was done washing the items we used, I took Luciano's pants off but didn’t dare take his boxers too; I know we’ve had sex but I don’t think I would be able to see his huge ‘thing’ without reacting.I wiped his body with a wet towel and gave him a clean shirt since he didn’t let me call the doctor. I had to sneak a text to Daisy asking what drug I could give him to relieve the pain.He reluctantly took the medicine before walking back to his room.I returned to mine to take a bath and changed my clothes. I stared at myself in the mirror and all of a sudden the image of Luciano’s head resting on my stomach popped into my head.
Maria.Luciano already got a towel in his mouth and the scissors in his hand when I got back, I waited for him to just say anything for me to do.Gosh, I can’t really believe I’m doing this; I haven’t taken a bullet out of a wound before so I had no idea what to do with the ice packs.“Place them here.” I placed the ice packs on his biceps and I felt how his whole body relaxed from the action.His whole face showed how relieved he was by that act.“What….else?” I asked, helping him to pick up the towel.“You will have to look at the other side 'cause I’m about to take out this bastard, but you can be my guest by looking.” He teased me.I can’t believe he has the time to tease me even while he’s in so much pain.I placed the towel in his mouth and closed my eyes; I can do this.“Ready?” I asked, staring at the scissors that were moving slowly toward the wound.I gulped taking my eyes away from it immediately, nope I don’t think I can look at it.With my face to the other side and my ha
Mariana.The movie I was watching with Elena turned boring after she left, she was a great companion even though I didn’t speak much. It was from her that I was able to know that my husband left the mansion without bothering to tell me—he hadn’t done that before but I thought something must have changed between us after the time we spent together.‘This is pure fucking Mariana.’ My mind reminded me of his words. His very harsh words.How does he expect me to think of this as just sex when he has been nothing but kind to me after our very rough sex?I’m having a hard time forgetting about the whole episode, I haven’t seen him in some days now but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t feel him between my thighs.Hell, it felt like I’m walking with his perfect big-sized dick inside me.I blushed at my own thoughts. I will keep on saying this, Luciano is a very bad influence on my pure soul.I turned off the TV and sent a quick message to Emilia and Daisy before dropping my phone and lying on the
Luciano.Carlos arrived a few minutes later with some of his men who were good for the cleaning job, and in less than twenty minutes the whole alleyway was cleared and we didn’t bother with the drinks because they wouldn’t be able to tell what happened by the time they were sober.Carlos agreed although reluctantly to dig in on those guys, I would very much like to know who they were.We exchanged a few words before I left.The ride home was a fucking hard task, I couldn’t stop squirming and grounding my teeth from the pain. You would think after getting shot more times than I could count, this will become more fucking bearable than the last time.My arm is aching with an intensity I haven’t felt before.The blood wouldn’t stop coming out and the pain was becoming more and more unbearable.I ground my teeth together as I step out of the car slowly.“Do you need me to call the doctor, boss?” My driver asked.“There’s no need.” I could do this myself.Take out the fucking bullet and sti
Luciano.The driver parked in front of Devil’s Hell and we alighted the car.The whole place was busy since it was nighttime and the club was fully open.Kyle has been skeptical about Mariana acting like she doesn’t know a damn thing about her father's shady business but I didn’t correct him. If there’s one thing I know is that my wife has no idea what her father is up to.The club was silent on the outside but loud on the inside. I made it that way so it wouldn’t disrupt other people’s peace—not like I care.As we headed to the door, Kyle looked around before placing his hand on my chest stopping me from taking another step.“What?” I asked as I watched him look around again.“Do you hear that?” He asked and my brows raised as I looked around but couldn’t hear anything.“No.”His brows narrowed further,“Listen.”I do. There was nothing out of the ordinary, apart from some drunk people hanging around with alcohol on their hands and some having sex outside the club everything was just