I thrashed about, wailed and pleaded, trying to free my hands from his iron grip but it was a futile attempt. Instead his grip became more tighter, it felt like he could pierce through my skin. His grip was searing hot."Marco please"I pleaded, my voice hoarse and resounding within the walls of the mansion. He kept on dragging me to God knows where, my skin getting black-and-blue marks.Suddenly I heard an elderly shrill pierce through, drowning my own pleas.Grey hairs tied to a bun came rushing towards us. An elderly brown eyes held Marco's 's gaze softly.Who was she?This woman made Marco stop in his tracks."Child"she began hesistantly."Why are you doing this to the poorgirl?” stay away from this"He scoffed back almost as if he was trying to control his tone towards the elderly lady.She gave him a mild smile and caressed his cheeks. "Leave the poor girl please" she is a brat"he grimaced, his bloodshot gaze locking with my terrified eyes, scaring the wits out of me.The wom
It took a while for her vision to adjust as she squinted her gaze before fully opening her eyes.Her eyes scrutinised the entire room she was in and she realised it was her room.The brilliant rays of the sunlight shone through the curtains of the room, feeling the room with warmth and light.How long had she been sleeping?Her eyes darted to her body. She was on clothes. Who wore her back herclothes? Was it the beast in a human form?Could it be Marco ? And who carried her to her room?Her head ached and she placed a hand on It, caressing her temples."Marco, brought you in to your room last night dear. How are you my child?" amaya's soft voice soothed her as if reading her thoughts."Oh" was what Emilia could only say. Her body ached with each move she took to adjust herself on the bed, especially her back. It suffered the most from marco's beating."Freshen up ok. I prepared a hot bath for you in the bathtub. Check the wardrobe and pick any dress of your choice" amaya softly said
After that breakfast I had with marco, I hadn't set my eyes again on him for up to a week. It seemed like he just vanished into thin air.I had gone upstairs after having breakfast with him and sat by myself in the my bedroom-- or should I call it a prison cage. I didn't come out again until evening. I was truly growing accustomed to just enjoying my own company.I felt free whenever I was with myself, away from the clutches of marco and his callous attitude.The broad grin on my face when amaya had told me marco had to catch a flight to Australia wasso wide that it could have torn my lips apart.I felt so happy. I felt so free. The beast was no more around me. Even if it was just for a short period of time, I still felt extremely happy and I had this sudden freedom to do whatever I want.I actually thought of running away but I realised the brute actually increased the security measures inside and outside the doors of his mansion.He didn't want me to escape but at the same time he
I walked over to it, doe-eyed and jaws ajar.Did he really buy me all these gifts?There were various things ranging from designer dresses to shoes to necklaces and perfumes. Expensive handbags and different makeup sets were all littered around.I'm sure he picked all these from his travel around Australia.This man was so mysterious. He beats me up, forces me to eat with him, treats me like a property and then buys gifts for me.What exactly was in marco's mind at times? What was he thinking? That was truly something I would never find out.My eyes and hands rummaged through the expensive piles of gift. I didn't know if I should feel happy or scared by his sudden display of kindness towards me."You like them right?"rina, one of the maids I had become friends with cheekily asked me.I could only nod my head. The gifts were very beautiful and expensive and I honestly didn't know if I should be happy about them or not.I already had enough clothes and he added more and also spiced it
I wasn't even given a second to register what marco said when I suddenly felt something warm pressed against my neck.Oh shit!That was marco's lips.I instinctively tried taking his hands of my waist but he tightened his hold making me whimper.He trailed wet kissess around my neck, sucking and stroking on it with his tongue.I felt my toes curl up and a strange heat began trailing up my legs, threatening to take control ofmy entire body.He trailed his kisses to my earlobe, softly biting and nibbling on it.I subconsciously let out a soft, low moan which I presumed got him more aroused as his hold on my waist tightened."So fucking soft"he groaned against my ear before sweeping my neck with his tongue once more.I tried so hard to stifle my moan and shut my eyes tight as my breathing became heavy."marc..please....stop"I moaned airily."Your body wants it"came his husky reply. He planted kisses down to my throat, sucking on it causing me to moan out. He was right. My body was respon
"I...um.."I began trying to bring out the words from my mouth. I been meaning to ask you if I could…. My fri……end… . I want to see her"I requested in one breath, shutting my eyes tight.He let out a breathy laugh which made me fly my eyes open."You miss your friend ? You want to see her"He asked again with his tongue in cheek.I was doused in gloom and nodded my head.A sly grin spread across his lips and he chuckled."Then you have to earn it""Excuse me. What?"I asked confused with a shaky exhale.He shrugged his shoulders and stood up from the dinning chair, coming over to me. My eyes walked along with his steps as my heart threatened to break out of its rib cages."Stand up"he commanded. I nervously stood up and he held my hand roughly and tightly. His hold was like iron, threatening to break my fragile wrists.He began leading me upstairs."What are you doing?"I mumbled out."I'm giving you the chance to earn what you want"came his gruff reply.His steps were swift and unyiel
"Fuck. Your mouth was so good" marco praised with heavy breathing and a sly smirk etching by the corners of his lips.He had come thoroughly undone underneath her touch when she was pleasing him. Now he was back to the cold, heartless mafia leader."You've earned your visit to your friend"he simply stated as he zipped back his pants.Was this what her life would be subjected into? Pleasing him before he grants her request like some sort of slave?Fear settled into her features and her face morphed into a frown as she thought of what her life had become. Realisation dawned on her aftershe deciphered she would always have to beg him like this for anything."Get ready. We will be leaving in an hour"he added, noticing her tensed state."We? What did he mean by we?""What do you mean by we?" Emilia asked as confusion seethed into her."You really think I would let you go see your friend alone so you could escape? Not a chance sweetheart. I am coming with you. Now get out before I change
She had this feeling marcoo was watching her, perfectly waiting for when to strike which got her doused in fear.She truly had no idea where she was. She and her friend had barely stayed up to a year in NewYork. They had moved over to the bustling city with hopes of starting a new life abut it seemed fortune was not on their side.Instead of getting what they wanted, they ended up finding themselves trying to clear their l father's debt. Emilia despised her father and eagerly wanted to leave the horrid past he had put them through but instead she found herself struggling to clean up his mess.Emilia then heard a low rumble. She looked up tothe sky. The sky was overwhelmed by grey and navy blue clouds.It wanted to rain."Fuck!"she exclaimed in anger.The posters by the road side swayed to the rhythm of the wind as the sun fought to stay filtered through the clouds.Emilia felt like shouting out. The sun shone in the unending bright sky earlier this morning so how did the clouds beco
Ten years had passed since the arrival of Emroselyn and Ilarco, and their family was gathering to celebrate this milestone birthday. The twins were growing up to be bright and curious kids, but they were also known to be a handful.Emroselyn, in particular, was a tiny ball of energy and sass. She had a mop of curly hair and a smile that could charm the birds from the trees. But she was also a bit of a spoiled brat, thanks to her uncle Mackle's indulgence. He had a soft spot for his niece and nephew, and he loved to shower them with gifts and treats.Ilarco, on the other hand, was a bit more laid-back. He had a calm and gentle nature, and he loved to spend his time reading and exploring the outdoors.As the family gathered to celebrate the twins' birthday, the atmosphere was electric. There were balloons and streamers, cake and presents, and a big banner that read "Happy 10th Birthday Emroselyn and Ilarco!"Marco, the twins' father, was beaming with pride. He was a bit of a helicopter
7 months after their wedding:Seven months had passed since Marco and Emilia's magical wedding day. They had spent their first few months of marriage enjoying each other's company, traveling, and building a life together.But now, they were about to embark on a new adventure - parenthood. Emilia was pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl, and they were due to arrive any day.Marco was over the moon with excitement. He had always dreamed of being a father, and now he was going to have two babies to love and care for.Emilia was a bit more nervous, but she was also thrilled at the prospect of meeting their babies. She had been preparing for this moment for months, reading up on parenting books and attending childbirth classes.Finally, the day arrived. Emilia's water broke, and they rushed to the hospital. Marco was by her side the whole time, coaching her through the contractions and holding her hand.After a few hours of labor, the doctor announced that it was time to push. Emilia took
Marco and Emilia's story, 3 months after the proposal:Three months had passed since Marco's surprise proposal, and the day of their wedding had finally arrived. Emilia looked stunning in her white wedding dress, her hair styled perfectly and her makeup flawless. Marco, dressed in a tailored tuxedo, couldn't take his eyes off her as she walked down the aisle.The ceremony was held at a beautiful outdoor venue, surrounded by lush greenery and a serene lake. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the entire scene.As Emilia reached the altar, Marco took her hand and smiled at her. The officiant began the ceremony, and Marco and Emilia exchanged vows, promising to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives.Their families and friends were in attendance, beaming with joy and happiness. Emilia's parents were overjoyed to see their daughter marry the love of her life, and Marco's family was thrilled to welcome Emilia into their family.As the ceremony came to a
Marco had been planning the perfect proposal for what felt like an eternity. He had been waiting for the right moment to ask Emilia to be his wife, and he was determined to make it a day she would never forget.He started by making a list of all the things Emilia loved. He knew she was a romantic at heart, so he wanted to plan a proposal that would sweep her off her feet. He wrote down her favorite flowers (sunflowers), her favorite food (Italian), and her favorite music (classical).Next, Marco started making arrangements. He booked a reservation at Emilia's favorite restaurant, a quaint little Italian place in the heart of the city. He ordered a custom-made bouquet of sunflowers to be delivered to the restaurant. And he hired a string quartet to play Emilia's favorite classical music during the proposal.But Marco didn't stop there. He also planned a special surprise for Emilia, something that would make the proposal even more unforgettable. He rented a luxurious limousine to take E
Emilia's POV:I looked at Marco, searching his eyes for sincerity. And what I saw there gave me hope. Maybe, just maybe, he was truly sorry for what he had done.I took a deep breath, trying to decide what to do next. But as I looked at Marco, I saw the genuine remorse in his eyes, and my heart began to soften."Marco," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.He looked up at me, his eyes filled with hope."I forgive you," I said, my voice a little stronger now.Marco's face lit up with relief, and he reached out to take my hands in his."Thank you, Emilia," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I promise to never doubt you again. I promise to always trust you and support you."I smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over me."I love you, Marco," I said.Marco's eyes filled with tears, and he pulled me into a tight hug."I love you too, Emilia," he said. "I'm so sorry again for what I did. I promise to make it up to you."As we hugged, I felt a sense of closure and new beginnings
Marco's POV:I followed Emilia to her room, determined to make things right between us. As she opened the door and stepped inside, I caught the door before it closed and slipped inside behind her."Emilia, please," I begged, falling to my knees beside her bed. "Forgive me. I was wrong not to trust you. I was blind and stupid, and I hurt you because of it."Emilia turned her back on me, her shoulders stiff with anger. But I didn't give up. I crawled across the floor, begging her for forgiveness, telling her how much I loved her and how sorry I was for hurting her.As I begged, I remembered Amaya's words. "Buy her favorite things," she had said. So I quickly got up and ran to the kitchen, where Amaya was waiting with a list of Emilia's favorite treats."Here, Marco," Amaya said, handing me a box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers. "These are Emilia's favorites. Give them to her, and maybe she'll forgive you."I took the gifts and ran back to Emilia's room, where I found her still si
Marco's voice rose as he spoke, his anger and hurt finally boiling over. "Do you think I didn't know what you did, Sophia? Do you think I didn't know you paid that man to pretend to be with Emilia?"Sophia's eyes darted back and forth, her face pale with fear. "Marco, please..." she began.But Marco wasn't having it. "No, Sophia. You're going to pay for what you did. You're going to pay for hurting Emilia and trying to ruin our relationship."The police officers moved forward, handcuffs at the ready. "Sophia, Rina, and... um, sir," one of the officers said, nodding at the man who had been pretending to be with me. "You're all under arrest."As the police led Sophia, Rina, and the man away, Marco turned to me and pulled me into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, Emilia," he whispered. "I should have trusted you from the beginning."I hugged him back, feeling a sense of relief and closure. "It's okay, Marco," I said. "I know you were hurt. But I'm just glad the truth is out now."Marco pulled
Emilia's POV:I tried to stand up from the dining table, but my legs felt like jelly. The room began to spin, and I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me.I tried to reach out for something to hold onto, but it was too late. Everything went black, and I felt myself slumping to the floor.As I lay there, I was vaguely aware of Marco and Sophia walking by, but they didn't even glance in my direction. It was as if I was invisible.But then I heard Amaya's voice, panicked and worried. "Emilia! Oh my god, Emilia!"I felt Amaya's arms around me, lifting me up and carrying me to my bedroom. She laid me down on the bed and began to fan me with a magazine."Emilia, can you hear me?" Amaya asked, her voice shaking with worry.I tried to respond, but my voice was barely a whisper. Amaya quickly grabbed her phone and dialed a number."Hello, doctor? It's Amaia. Emilia has fainted, and I need your help."I drifted in and out of consciousness, hearing Amaya's worried voice and the sound of the doc
Sophia's POV:I helped Marco into bed, making sure he was comfortable before I left him to sleep. As I walked out of the bedroom, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Emilia had tried to ruin everything, but I had managed to fix it.I walked downstairs, my heels clicking on the marble floor. I found Emilia in the living room, sitting on the couch, looking worried.I walked over to her, my eyes narrowing. "You think you can just waltz in here and steal Marco away from me?" I sneered. "You think you can just break us apart?"Emilia looked up at me, fear in her eyes. "Sophia, I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered.I laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Don't play dumb with me, Emilia," I spat. "I know all about your little plan. And I'm here to tell you that it's not going to work."Emilia looked at me, confusion in her eyes. "What plan?" she asked.I smiled, a cruel smile. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," I said. "And I'm here to tell you that Marco