~Lola~It’s been a week, and I still don’t have a good grasp on what’s been going on with me—the headache, the anxiety, and the strong urge to figure out what it is that is missing. Why does my boss always look at me as if I’m forgetting something extremely important? If Dante Monroe is my brother, why doesn’t he greet me? The only thing he does is gaze lustfully in my direction. That man eye-raped me every time he got a chance. Why would a brother be hard when looking at his own sister?I brushed it off and continued doing what I was doing. Mason has been gone for 3 days, and he’s coming back today. I called ahead and made a reservation at the restaurant located on the ground floor of the hotel. I went down the stairs and waited for my fiancé to arrive. It looks like there’s a party going on downstairs, but it’s more of a children’s party. The decorations are appealing to the eye. While I was waiting, I asked for a glass of water to keep me hydrated, and just as the waiter was settin
~Martha~ I don’t know why Dante and Catalina can’t read faces; the two idiots were all about violence yesterday, and the little time I had with Lola told me everything I needed to know about what was happening to her. Although I can’t say for certain, I have a sneaking suspicion that Lola is being drugged. How can she forget she has children? Those children are her life. After I had the impression that she and Dante were finally making headway, along came Mason Blackwood, and I’ve never had a positive impression of that boy. The first time I met him, he wanted to play dad to my grandkids and wanted people to believe Lola was his wife. One of the reasons I stepped in was because there was no way I was going to allow my grandchildren to have Blackwood’s last name. At first, I wanted to run a background check on him but stopped because he seemed pure. But now I regret it because no one is going to believe me when I tell them that Lola isn’t our Lola. Dante is in pain. Severe pain, to the
~Dante~Fucking great!Every time, I’ll be hearing about Lola. Lola this, Lola that, can’t I fucking get a break? I have made an effort to be a good husband, but it seems that no one appreciates the shit I do. I went through shit because of that girl, in the name of love.Fuck love, fuck Lola, and fuck everything else in this world. Fuck it all.She dumped me for another available dick without so much as a second thought for either our children or for me. We were supposed to be fixing our trust issues along with our relationship. Every time there is a glimmer of hope for us, she goes and ruins everything. My naïve mother thinks that she is being drugged, but in reality, they are just drugging themselves out of love for one another. After pouring another glass of scotch and consuming it all in one sitting, I got up and went to work. These days, I have absolutely no self-confidence, but having a glass of scotch in the morning helps me keep my head held high. The little confidence I had
~Dante~"Get me, Doctor Blackwoods, now! Hunt him down if possible." I yelled at Lev, but I was actually mad at myself. I was supposed to be her husband, her brother, and I knew her better than anyone else—not even her mother knew Lola more than I did. I failed her yet again. I kept failing her; when she became of age, I failed to confess my love for her but left clues for her. I told her how I felt so many times, but in riddles. How the fuck was she supposed to know I meant I loved her? Like a coward, when she didn’t get the riddles, I stepped back, and as I was thinking of how much of a coward I was, my thought took me down memory lane to when I took her hiking."Hey look!" I said while looking passionately in the direction I wanted her to look."Oh, my goodness! What do you call those? They are beautiful." She said as she looked at me expectantly and lovingly."I know, right? These are called larkspurs. I was curious, like you, the first time my mother showed them to me," I honestl
~Dante~Why the fuck did Candice pretend to be entering my office for Lola? What the fuck is actually going on here, and what kind of game are they playing? I picked up my phone and dialed Lev’s number.Me: Send the police to my office; make sure every employee leaves the premises early today.Lev: Yes, boss.Me: And Lev, did Doctor Blackwoods touch my wife?Lev: NoMe: What were the outcomes?Lev: Exactly as you had anticipated.Me: GoodI hung up the call; I was fucking losing it. Even if we had issues, I should have fought for her; I should have been her husband, but what did I do? I let another man drug my wife; I doubted her. Lola didn’t leave me for Mason; she never told me we were over. My inflated sense of self-importance caused me to make a foolish decision.Shit!My attention was brought back to the present when I heard a knock on the door of my office, and there stood the person I secretly wished to mutilate beyond recognition. I truly hate that motherfucker with a passion.
~Martha~ "I will agree to everything, as long as I get to meet my fiancé." The statement has been going over and over in my fucking head. I saw the pain in my son’s eyes. He had suffered so much. When he found out that I knew about the children, I saw hatred in his eyes; however, at this point, he is hopeless, and Dr. Blackwood has the upper hand. The police couldn’t help; Lola couldn’t remember anything. Twice I took the kids to her, and she doesn’t recall ever having children. Seeing my children suffer in such a way is excruciating for me. It breaks my heart to see Lola inflict pain on her children without even realizing it herself. My eyes started to be teary, then bloodshot, and then tears followed. "Martha, are you okay?" My husband asked, and I couldn’t lie to him—my son’s family was being torn apart by an obsessed boy. That boy has to pay. I dried my eyes with a tissue and stood up. "Yeah, I’m okay," I said as I walked into my bedroom and started packing my clothes in one of
~Martha~Antonio Guerra doesn’t like repetitions, just like his nephew, so I went straight to the point: "Dante, my son is hopeless and needs your help." He looked annoyed. He took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of white smoke from his mouth."You gave birth to a little wimp, didn’t you?" I should slap him for calling my son a wimp, but then he doesn’t know the real story: "A weakling just like his father, I told you to bring that boy home so I could train him the Guerra way, but now he is hopeless. Have you ever witnessed a Guerra who was completely hopeless in your life?" He pounded his fist firmly on the table and said, "Questa è la merda che ottieni sposando un uomo debole." (This is the shit you get for marrying a weak man) he said as he led me to the dining room."Non mancherai di rispetto a mio marito" (You will not disrespect my husband)"Husband, you call that..." I didn’t let him finish what he was about to say."Un’altra parola dalla tua bocca e ti schi
~Dante~I have been working on getting Lola to remember; even if she doesn’t remember anything about us or me, that’s alright with me; I want her to remember our children, at the very least. They are hurt by all this shit. I am hurt too. I wish I could just pull the trigger and end Mason Blackwood's life for trying to separate a mother from her kids. Mason took me to court but didn’t win the case because I am Lola’s husband. However, that cretin is always devising new schemes, and he never fails to persuade my wife that he is the man she is going to marry. As a result, I let that creepy man come over to my house because I knew it was good for her health, but when it came to Mason, I couldn’t let my guard down. I beefed up the security to prevent him from doing anything foolish in the future. However, even that cannot be relied upon because that cretin is always up to something sneaky.My daughter reached out to me as I was engrossed in my own thoughts, and she shouted out, "Daddy!" I
~Dante~Lola stood there, kicked the door behind her, opened her gown, dropped it on the floor, and presented herself to me like the feast that she is. I didn’t wait to be told; it was time to please her. It was impossible for me to shake the feeling that she had forgotten all about me. I forced that thought to the back of my mind, stood at my feet, wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her into my chest, feeling her naked skin brush against my naked chest as we were both exposed.I bit into her neck, and she let out a whimper as I did so. That one groan expelled from my mind every unfavorable thought that had been bothering me.But how can I? How am I supposed to ignore the fact that she doesn’t remember who I am?"I wish you could remember our promise and what you are to me. I wish you could remember how I used to do everything for you like a fool in love but could confess my love for you." She did not provide a response. She turned around while she was in my arms, and the sensatio
~Dante~When I heard my little girl scream, I was in my study; I immediately ran out of the study and went to the location from which she was screaming. When I entered Lola’s bedroom, I found her lying on the carpet. I picked her up and placed her on the bed before dialing Emily, our family physician, as quickly as I could. She didn’t squander a single second. Emily was not able to provide any information regarding Lola’s memory because that was not her area of expertise, but she did check on Lola and let us know that she was doing fine. I couldn’t leave her room because I wasn’t sure if she was going to be okay. The children were in the same state of anxiety as I was, and they refused to leave her room. Even though Lola doesn’t remember anything, I know that she has been trying her best for the children, and there have been times when I’ve gotten the impression that she’s being too hard on herself. Since we had our first passionate encounter in my study, Lola and I have been unable t
~Candice~I pulled the trigger, and I shot June Blackwood out of anger, but what drew my attention was the sinister smile that Dante Monroe gave me at the moment of the shooting. It doesn’t make sense. It just doesn’t. After giving it a lot of thought, I came to the conclusion that I had been tricked. Was that enigmatic, horrifying man sent to me by Dante? No! Dante is far too easygoing. I turned to look at the pool of blood that I had just created. I was supposed to be nowhere near Dante and his family. Despite this being stated in the protection order that was issued against me, Dante and I had a perfectly normal conversation today, but why?Wait…. He knew of my plans. Where the fuck is Mason Blackwood? As I was still pondering about Mason Blackwood, the man who gave me the silver gun walked in with Mason Blackwood in a wheelchair, mouth wide open, as though he were gaping for air, except he wasn’t. The man was drooling, and one could tell he couldn’t do anything for himself.For ho
~Dante~I took a seat and waited for June Blackwood, but in all honesty, she was just there to talk about the Lolitta hotel, not love, and I don’t like women who are that desperate. I had the impression that the woman had moved on from the fixation she had on me, but learning that she and her brother had planned it all was a royal pain in the ass. The picture that was sent to me wasn’t a mistake; Mason knew all about it and acted innocent all along. June, right from the beginning, was very forthright about her goals, which is one trait of an overly ambitious woman that I have never liked. I looked over and saw Candice picking up her flute and beginning to walk in my direction.Let the game begin.Because I despised her with such a burning rage, I made sure that I sat in a location that was a great distance away from where she was seated. Just the sight of her makes my stomach turn."Mr. Monroe, you continue to exude an air of sophistication." She was kind enough to offer a compliment.
~Mason~ I have a deep-seated, abiding loathing for Antonio Guerra. He beat me at my own game; I spiked his drink, but he switched drinks when I least expected it. The house even had a wheelchair ready for me. It’s hard for me to believe I’m in this predicament. He dragged me all the way to Dante’s office and then abandoned me there, fully aware that I would remain silent even if I had the willpower to do so. That one man had everything well thought out. He knew Lola wanted Dante, and he left me here to watch as they fucked each other’s brains out. I got to see everything, including everything that I yearned to claim as my own. Her long legs were wrapped around Dante’s waist, further tormenting me because I could never have her, touch her, or even feel her presence. Antonio made sure of it. He made me watch it all as they hungrily devoured each other. As I watched the show, I couldn’t help but let a tear fall down my cheek. My cock couldn’t even get hard; Antonio made sure I was a dead
~Lola~As I screamed his name, my heart came dangerously close to bursting through my chest. My legs are jelly-like. He grabbed my face and forced me to look at his face before releasing his grip. As he brought my finger close to his nose and then to his mouth in order to taste me, he had a look of torment in his dark eyes the entire time. "You taste divine, Mi Amor." He uttered those words in a low, husky whisper. Those words got me even wetter. He pulled me closer to him, and I felt the swell of his bulge, this time needing attention—my attention. I moaned and started to rub against his swollen bulge."Easy, Bunny."The sound of his voice caused a sudden and intense arousal in my pussy. He pressed his lips to my neck, and instead of leaving wet, soft kisses, he started to lick. Every glistening drop of sweat that he ingested, he ingested it. I was unable to take it any longer, so I began to thrash violently against his bulge."If you keep doing that, I’m going to fuck the living day
~Lola~The need to be taken by Mr. Monroe was becoming unbearable. It was meant to be a seduction, but it ended up turning into desires instead. The origins of my desires are a mystery to me; I just can’t seem to put my finger on them. All I know is that when Mr. Monroe grabbed my ass, I wanted more. The need to have one’s needs met awakens from its momentary slumber within. With a lopsided grin, he leaned closer to me and said, "You are playing with fire, Mrs. Monroe. The need to part your legs and bury me deep inside you is becoming irresistible, Mi Amor." His voice, all raspy and masculine, was too much for me to bear. I looked up at him, feeling desperate and helpless.What the fuck is wrong with me?He looked so possessive, ready to take me, but hesitating.No! I don’t want him to hold back; in fact, I want him so badly that all I can think about at the moment is him kissing me as hungrily as he did before. I don’t want him to hold back. A hostile grin formed on his face as he cl
~Dante~"Look, a Guerra doesn’t show weakness, and you are starting to piss me off."I am no fucking Guerra; I am a Monroe. My uncle won’t refer to me as a Monroe, and the fact that he won’t is starting to get on my nerves. I hate it when Lola spends time with that bastard. I cringe every time I see her flash a grin at him, and Antonio is always nagging me to bring her closer to him. What if they end up making out in the end? I try to push the thought out of my mind."How do you expect me to be calm when she’s in there with him? What are they talking about?" He looked at me with a repulsed expression. One thing that stands out to me about Antonio is that he despises being put on the spot with questions. He opened his coat and pushed a document in my direction before closing it again. I looked at him and waited for him to explain what was going on before proceeding."io cazzo odio gli idioti." I wish I knew what he was saying, but I know he’s cursing me. After taking a glance at the ti
~Lola~Everything is now crystal clear, perhaps even too clear for my liking. Even now, I have no idea how to approach this situation. The nerve of him! How dare they do this to me? I feel like crying, but then I can’t really blame anyone but myself. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to recall anything at all."You okay?" Bianca asked, and I responded in the affirmative, fully aware that our encounter wasn’t a coincidence but rather predetermined by fate. Even though I can’t remember anything from before, I now know the truth. As I went to pick up my bags, I found myself questioning whether or not anything of this nature is still worth it. I went out of the store and waved my hand to Bianca as I walked to the car and got inside.Antonio and I drove home, and I didn’t say anything throughout the drive. When I got home, I found the kids playing, so I stood there and watched them for a moment before rushing upstairs to my room and locking the door behind me. I need some time to