"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
"Hold the chair properly ma'am!!!" The lady shouted as she kept dragging the ropes of the dress she had picked for her."Aren't you done tying it yet?" She asked in between sighs."It's already too tight on my body, it's already too much. You need to losen it up a bit" " I'm sorry ma'am, but I was instructed to make all your features be in highlight" she said and continued to drag the ropes of the dress making it to be tighter and tighter, almost choking Eleanor and making breathing hard for her.The lady seemed to carry a resentment towards her and she could not tell why. But she kept her peace enduring the pain, lest she gets reported to the Don and she has herself to blame for it.The lady continued to tie on the rope before she stopped knowing that it could not be tightened anymore.She hated everything and anything about the Mafia boss. And now that he was getting married, she thought that picking on his wife was the best thing to do since she couldn't show her hate to the Mafi
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
The lights suddenly went off and Eleanorah for scared.It was obvious most of the men in the hall had desired her, evident in the way they had begun bidding for her even though no one announced that she was to be auctioned. And the fact that most of the men in the hall were all underworld bosses, the fear for her life gradually and slowly began to creep within her.She began to hear noises. They were feminine, probably from the strippers that has been dancing their hearts off before, sucking on at the cap of men in the hall, giving them a blowjob even in the presence of others.If they were screaming and running even though they were used to the clubhouse unlike she who were a novice, what could she do if she were to be in danger.She wanted to join in the run but felt her feet stagnant on the spot she stood. Was it because she had danced earlier or was it because of the pains she was feeling from the heel she was wearing. Whatever it was, she couldn't concentrate and think and what w
With a twirl couped with the shake of her bum in the tight short dress she wore, Eleanorah made her last steps to the song that was being played. The large dimly lit hall was filled with murmur. Men of various ages and statuses crowded the space, their eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and greed. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cologne, and the faint aroma of spilled liquor. Then in an instant, the hall erupted into an applause, much to Eleanorah's surprise. She knew she had danced with all of her might but she didn't expect that it would elicit such a wave of reaction from the men who filled the spaces of the hall watching her. A murmur ran through the crowd, and then a voice called out from the back. "One hundred ducats!" "Two Hundred!!!" Another voice came, challenging the first voice that had bidded a price on her before. Eleanorah's eyes widened in horror as she heard this. She had no idea what was happening, but the reality of it was dawning on he
The tension lingered in the air even after Vincenzo's victory, with Lorenzo's eyes remaining fixated on Eleanorah who could not fathom why he was staring at her like he did and without moving his eyes away from her. "How about a little entertainment to celebrate your victory?" Lorenzo finally spoke and proposed to Vincenzo. "Of course yes, why would I shy from celebrating my win?" Vincenzo replied him smirking. Lorenzo's gaze shifted to Eleanorah. "I dare the lovely lady to dance for us." He said and turned his gaze to Vincenzo again, narrowing his eyes for his reaction. Vincenzo's stomach tightened at the suggestion. He hated the idea of Eleanorah being paraded in front of these men, but he was in a delicate position and couldn't refuse because of the number of people from the underworld that were in the casino as well. Any protest might be seen as a sign of weakness, something he could not afford. Eleanorah looked at Vincenzo, her eyes wide with uncertainty. Was she t
Vincenzo had meticulously planned the night down to the finest detail. She had trespassed his abode, she had found out about his dead brother. It was one of his weaknesses. He disliked people finding out about his death and death awaited them on their own path when they did. But he couldn't kill her. Something in his hand suggested not just making her his pet but his pawn. Something in him had told him to groom her into his finest pawns. She was beautiful and her beauty was sure to captivate and enthral the rulers of the night. He had an enemy who had been giving him issues, Lorenzo. He was a well-known figure in the gambling circles and of recent,he had won a gamble against him, this act he despised and was focused on regaining what he had lost from him. He was a man with a penchant for risk and a weakness for beautiful women, beautiful women which Vincenzo was going to use Eleanorah to bring him to his knees. He intended to exploit both. He knew that the best way to disar
The sound of footsteps that came rushing almost immediately the wire was tampered with needed no one to tell Eleanorah that she had overstepped her boundaries. "Are you okay Signorina?" Dmitri immediately fired at her void of emotions and with the menacing cold tone he had adopted earlier. " I'm sorry Signorina but you'd need to learn to walk with the shoes, I cannot change them for you even if they hurt your toes" he added trying to create a distraction as the men barfed into the room. Eleanorah noticed that he was trying to create an excuse and immediately began to act alongside him, pressing her legs as if they had been disfigured because of the heels she wore. " Be careful next time Dmitri, I'll take over from here" one of the men howled at Dmitri and Eleanorah watched on pretending as if she did not know that the reason behind him getting dismissed from her was because they had to have his recorder fixed and back on. The man that had volunteered to continue watching her
There was something with the way Eleanorah had fallen asleep that she couldn't recall. She couldn't recall when she had gone to her room after her encounter with the Don and neither could she fathom when she had entered the car that was speeding through the lanes. Opening her eyes to decipher what was on, she met Dmitri's gaze and on further probe, discovered that they were the only two in the car, alongside the driver. "Where are we going to?" She inquired. But no one seemed to want to answer her. The both of them ignored her questions as if they were not the ones she was referring to. She wanted to move her body but the slight headache she felt made her arch back to rest her back on the car again. It seemed something had been off. Something had been definitely off. ********* "Signorina,you need to wear this" Dmitri said as he handed over a pair of outfit to Eleanorah who stood with him in the empty room. She took the clothe and inspected it, but returned it back to
The rain was done falling and only the drizzles were what kept on going. Eleanorah tossed around on her bed, unable to sleep. She couldn't bring herself to do so while her mind was somewhere else. The tombstone she had seen at the garden. Was it really Vincenzo's brother's or his mother's. Who was it that had died that made him plant colorful flowers at his garden. These questions churned deep within her and had her glancing occasionally where Dmitri stood to ascertain whether he was asleep or was still watching over her. Seeing that her plans might be successful without a glitch when she heard him snoring, she tiptoed out of her bed and carrying the lantern that was on the table, she walked quietly out of the room, heading outside the passage. Surely the don wouldn't be awake by then, it was midnight. Even if he were to be awake, there was no way he would find out that she was not in her room nor whether she had gone to the garden. Recalling how Dmitri had locked the door
"Is the Don falling in love master?" A chef asked the head chef who was beside him. "He seems to. But the Don is not one to fall in love. He is a stone hearted human. Can this girl be able to break the shackles?" He answered and asked at the same time. Dmitri heard them and turned to look but they immediately went on with what they had been doing. The head chef watched as the others dished out the food while also arranging what she had scattered. He knew the Don. He was one of the oldest people of the fortress and he had lived in since when his brother had died, so he knew most things about him and about how his world had been shaped because of his upbringing. But in all the years he had been at the fortress, he had never allowed anyone else make the Don's meal. Even though he seldom ate and was always out and about with his businesses, the little times he ate at home, it had always been whatever he made. No one had tried taking up the cooking from him. She seemed not just trying