Vincenzo no matter how hard he tried couldn't take his eyes off her face.Apart from the beauty that radiated from it as he faced her watching, he couldn't bring himself to take off his eyes.There was something about her eyes that seemed so familiar to him, there was something in them, something that called out to him, something that he couldn't let go.He didn't mind her staring at his face too as he stared into hers. His Dave that had been his weakness. His face that he had hated because of the scar on it and the memories the scar always brought to him.She stared on, at his face and his eyes, both staring deeply into each other's.Was she judging him, calling him ugly in her head, was she laughing in her heart about his scar and the fact that it made him look ugly.No matter how he had watched her reaction, he couldn't get an explanation as to what was going on in her head at that instant. He didn't mind but he wanted to know what it was."You look very very handsome" Eleanorah mo
"Run Vin, run!! Do not allow your father see you, run and hide!" She screamed as she took her first son, heading out of the door to return, rushing to return him to the dark room she had brought him out of, against her husband's orders.Vincent did not know what to do, his legs were shaky as he stood watching his mother run away with Martin his elder brother, rushing to return him to the dark room before his father, whose car engine sounds could be heard, would return to the fortress.Vin's brother, Martin was the heir. His father always drummed it into his mom's ears but she never wanted to hear of it.She never wanted to watch her son go through a tumultuous childhood all in the name of raising him to become a ruthless Mafia, but she could do nothing no matter what brutal training he was subjected to. sometimes when her husband was out of town, she occasionally brought him out of the dark room and made him interact with his brother, while also feeding him from dishes she made, sinc
Eleanorah Cortessi's heart raced with anxiety as she sat by her younger sister's bedside in the small town clinic. Her sister's condition was deteriorating rapidly, requiring expensive medical treatments and the doctors had made it clear that without immediate treatment, she was at the risk of giving up the ghost. Sad thing was that they refused to commence treatments on her if an installment was not paid. She might not survive the night, she knew and in the desperation of the moment, Eleanorah's father had left with the promise of returning with the money needed for the treatments, but hours had passed, and there was no sign of him.Eleanorah got apprehensive. Her father was not one to waste hours going to borrow money from his "friends and co-workers" like he had told her before he left.It was almost midnight, it didn't feel right. He couldn't leave them for hours in the hospital when his daughter's health was in the hands of fate. She stood up and meant to walk out of the clinic
The car turned onto the winding road leading to Vincenzo's fortress, she couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and nervousness. This was her first time visiting a big city like Italy, and to top it off, she was about to step into a grand mansion that seemed to emerge straight from a fairy tale,a contrast to the life of poverty she was born and raised in.She couldn't contain her awe as she approached his fortress. The grandeur of the mansion, resembling a castle, left her speechless. She made sure to hide her astonishment, not wanting to appear too overwhelmed in front of his men. As Eleanorah stepped out of the car and into the fortress, trailing his and his men's footsteps, she couldn't help but feel a wave of apprehension.The beauty of her surroundings contrasted sharply with the heaviness in her heart. She was now a married woman in name only, but bound a captive to a man whose reputation preceded him.The feeling of being trapped in a world she didn't belong to, surrounded by pe
As Dmitri settled Eleanorah into the bed of her room, her mind buzzed with a mixture of fear, confusion, and a growing sense of defiance.Confused because of how the room Dmitri had taken her to was designed to shit a woman's preferences, though not hers.The windows were covered with curtains that had flowery embroidery on them.Flowers were also brought in, and kept on some parts of the side tables that stayed at strategic places of the room, unlike the other parts of the house that were covered with dark designs that gave out a cold aura. Did he have his servants design the room for her coming even though she was just his captive or was there something else the room was meant for she questioned herself.Her gaze shifted to Dmitri who had walked up to the door and stood at it's entrance, not leaving nor coming aby closer to her. She felt a need to assert herself, to carve out even a small semblance of control in the situation."Thank you" she murmured to him, her voice wavering y
Eleanorah's heart raced as the door swung open to reveal the contents of the room and it sent a shiver down her spine.It was a collection of different whips, chains, and other implements used in forced coitus.They were neatly arranged in the room that was large and could fall as a supermarket.They filled the room.Did he engage in illegal sexual trade too, she wondered. Her mind flashed to the novels she had read, fantasies spun from imagination, now starkly real before her eyes.Vincenzo's smirk twisted with dark amusement as he led her into the room, his grip firm on her arm. "Impressive, isn't it?" he purred, gesturing to the array of tools that spoke of dark desires and control.It filled the room like a supermarket and this left Eleanorah thinking that he also indulged in illegal sexual trading, not just the drugs he was known for pushing. Eleanorah's voice trembled as she questioned him, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. "What is this? Why did you bring me here?"Vin
Dmitri switched on the lights after dropping her off on the bed.He feared that she would be tormented by the darkness after the gruesome murder she had witnessed.Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she said nothing neither did she adjust from where he had dropped her.He noticed that she was beautiful. She was very very beautiful. Perhaps that was why the Don had made the decision of taking her as his contract bride, which was unlike him. He was known for his loathe and hate for women.Even as she cried and tears fought for their way down her cheeks, her beauty still stood out.He looked away from her fearing that desires of her might come creeping at him.Her hair was messy with strands of hair all over her face. Must have been while she struggled with the soldiers he proclaimed within him.She was a nobody to him, and he was a nobody too but somehow he found her continuous tears touching him to his core.He put his hand into his pocket and brought out the handkerchief he had
eleanorah's eyes opened and she stared at the sky but couldn't see it as she was in a room, shroud in darkness even though it was morning and she had heard the crowing of the chirping birds.the room was dimly lit and had no sunlight coming in because of the curtains that were covered.she noticed that they had been changed while she was asleep.everything in the room had been changed from the multiple colours that had been used to design it.most noticeable was the curtains that were changed to a thicker and black material unlike the light flowery former that had been used on it.she also noticed that the wardrobe had been changed too, everything has been changed except the bedsheets she laid on, which were still brown and the only brown found in the room.she stood up and went to the window and shifted the curtains to allow the sunlight into the room.turning back she was startled by what she saw.dmitri was still in the room. he had stood by her side near the bed throughout the ni