Hey, everyone! ❤️ For those of you expecting Niko and the others to take a stand, it's important to understand that they won't. These guys are Made men, and they're solely focused on their families and power. They're only kind to their women, and no one else. Their loyalty lies within their inner circle, prioritizing their own and protecting what they hold dear. So, if you're waiting for them to step out of that circle, it's probably not going to happen. xoxo! ❤️
Lilianna»»»◈«««Today, Mrs. Moore took me under her wing in the kitchen, beginning with the fundamentals: mastering the art of cooking sunny-side-up eggs.As she cracked the eggs into the sizzling skillet, her experienced hands' guided mine, teaching me the delicate balance between heat and timing to achieve the perfect golden yolks and tender whites. Standing boldly by the stove, I confidently cracked an egg, but in my eagerness, I applied too much force, resulting in a messy, smashed egg in my hand. The gooey mess dripped between my fingers. Quietly, I retreated to the sink, washed my hands, and returned to Mrs. Moore's side. Her exasperated sigh hung in the air, but I didn't let it deter me. Sheepishly, I reached for another egg, this time applying less force. I managed a perfect crack, but as luck would have it, a small piece of shell slipped into the pan. In my attempt to salvage the situation, I accidentally broke the yolk, the once perfect egg now broken beyond repair. "You
Marco»»»◈«««I waited for her in the bedroom, taking a seat on the armchair. A sense of deep aversion with my own self ghosted underneath my skin. How could I even let this fucking happen?! Every fiber of my being recoiled at the thought of her, of what she represented – she represented her father, her entire family. The family that killed our men, women, and children in cold blood at a moment of celebration when we were off our guard. I clenched my fists, the anger simmering just beneath the surface threatening to consume me whole. How could I have allowed myself to fall prey to her wiles, to her deceitful charms? The very idea filled me with a bitter resentment, a self-directed fury that burned hotter than any flame.But even as I raged against her, a part of me knew the truth I wasn't ready to acknowledge. The memories of her betrayal, of the sins of her family, clashed violently with an inexplicable longing, a hunger that defied reason. I cursed under my breath, hatred warred
Lilianna»»»◈«««Being in the same car as him was as intimidating as sharing the same bed as him. The atmosphere was thick and stifling, making it hard to breathe as I sat there, acutely aware of his piercing gaze fixed on the road before us but those little glances in my direction sent a jolt of nervous energy coursing through my veins as if I were walking on thin ice, never knowing when it might crack beneath me. The scent of his car, just like him, enveloped me, and I couldn't shake it off. It felt like being stuck in his bubble, which should've freaked me out, but strangely, it didn't. Even after all that's happened, I couldn't deny the familiarity of his scent, as much as I wished I could.I glanced at his hand gripping the steering wheel, noticing how he drove with a relaxed grip as if he owned the road. My eyes lingered on his knuckles, battered and bruised, evidence of past fights, scabs now covered them. His hands were rugged and masculine, covered in tattoos that seemed to
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