LOGINWhen Liviana Santora takes her sister's place in an arranged marriage with Blaze Castelli, it isn't only her last name that changes, it's everything she's ever known ⏤ her life, her mind, her heart and soul ⏤ her idea of love. But could the same be said about Blaze?
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It was a funny thing. Confusing and scary, dreadful.
For some, it was much more positive than that. They found hope in time.
"Time heals all wounds."
They looked forward to the next day ⏤ the next week ⏤ month ⏤ year, and so on.
They anticipated getting older and the change that time would bring them. The wisdom and knowledge ⏤ the experiences they would have in that time, the ones you're told to enjoy because they happen in the best years of your life and time flies, so you're supposed to enjoy it while it lasts.
Liviana never knew what the hell those people were talking about.
"Time flies," yet her days dragged on until she gave up and ended them early, crawling into her bed at merely 6pm just to make it feel like the day was over and she had made it.
"Time heals all wounds," but why hadn't it healed hers? She still sat in pain, waiting for it to lessen with each passing day, but it never did. If anything, it only hurt worse.
Time is something Liviana hated. She loathed the whole idea of it. The fear, the hope, the pressure of it. Everything.
It wasn't until she met Blaze Castelli that she understood what everyone talked about, how they warned her to not waste time, as it's something you can never get back.
She wished she had listened.
Now, as she sat in this cold, empty room, bloodied and broken, she wished that she hadn't wasted that year on things that, looking back, seemed so minor compared to what she was going through now.
She wished that instead of arguments, she would have just apologized and held him close, like everytime was the last.
Instead of ignoring his existence, she would have told him how much she appreciated him, and how much he had done for her in their short time together.
She wished that instead of 'I hate you', she could tell him how much she loves him, that there was nothing he could ever do to make her truly hate him.
But she didn't, and now it was too late, because she never knew if she would see him again.
Time was something Liviana hated, but it was also something she took for granted.
And now it seems as though her time is running out.
Liviana wasn't sure why she was so nervous to see her husband again - it had only been two hours since she'd left him at the family manor, after all. It hadn't been long at all, but for some reason, it felt like an eternity. It felt like she could be walking into the arms of a totally new person, and she worried if she would even know it or if she'd still be as clueless as she was when they first got married, missing every sign he'd sent her until it seemed to be almost too late. Almost. Still, despite her unwavering nerves and that vindictive voice in the back of her head that spoke ruthless nonsense, lie after lie about how he didn't want her - he hated her now, and he meant what he said before, about being sick of her - and endless words of ridiculous cruelty she forces herself to ignore, she marches forward. She takes a deep breath, denying each and every negative thought her sick and twisted mind tries to force on her as she waits at the elevator doors, every passing second feel
It didn’t take the two women more than an hour for them to collect themselves. They showered, cleansed themselves of both blood and bad energy, and changed their clothes, taking no more than a second or two more than they had to in an excuse to gather their bearings before they were meeting back up in the living room and, suddenly, it was time to have that dreadful conversation that, in the end, wasn’t all that dreadful.As soon as the two sat down and the silence slowly but surely began to fade, taking any awkwardness or tension with it, the conversation flowed between them easily. Naturally, even. Like they were always meant to be here and do this - speak, listen, and understand each other. Help and support each other. Like it was fate that they were the last two sisters standing. And who knew? Maybe it was. Fate certainly sounded better than the alternative - Amara and whatever Masterplan she was trying to execute this time. At least, Livi sure thought so. But from the sounds of it
The car ride was filled with an awkward silence and a million unanswered questions that had Liviana's head spinning with worry - mostly for her husband. Where was he now? Would he really come home? When? What would it mean when - if - he did? Would he be different? Would this change their lives - their marriage - as they know it? Was her life about to change forever again, and she didn't even know it?God, she couldn't even imagine the change, the damage, the turmoil, of whatever was to come. She couldn't stomach the thought of another day spent trying to clean up the mess left behind when her life, once again, was flipped upside down and she was thrown for a loop like it was a fun sport for the divines that made her. The ones that put her here in the first place. The same ones whose plan she's always tried to trust and believe in, even on her worst days, but now... Now she wasn't sure they had anything more than a very sick, very cruel sense of humor, and a taste for trouble, for som
It felt like a million years had passed by while Liviana sat in that car, stuck, and by the time she heard another peep from anyone inside that dreadful house, she could've sworn she'd driven herself mad a million little times by now, all with thoughts of him - her husband.Was he okay? Would she see him again? Of course, she knew she would. But that didn't stop her tortured mind from throwing all the possibilities at her, no matter how slim and unlikely. So, she couldn't help but wonder, what if something happened to him and she really was the last to walk out that door? What if that was the last time she saw him? What if that was the last time he saw her? Running away from him? Leaving him behind? For... what? For his family to tear apart like they would any other helpless victim of theirs? Like he wasn't their son? Their brother? Her husband? Would he think that she'd let them? That she just abandoned him?God, just the thought was sickening, and it almost had Liviana ready to jump
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