This doesn't get any easier for Lucretia, does it?
Lucretia's body felt heavy, as though the weight of her fear was pinning her to the floor. Even after the man left with a promise to keep in touch, her mind kept racing with dark thoughts. The man's menacing words were clear: She was going to be a pawn in a much larger and dangerous game, one she never dreamed of getting involved in.And her son... She couldn't shake off the feeling that she had put him in danger. After hiding him for years, afraid he would be taken away from her, they finally found him. The video was a message, a warning that they had him in their crosshairs, and If she failed to do as asked, she was going to lose him. "Fuck, no!" She cried out and buried her face on her huddled knees.He was her world, her reason for being and she had to find a way to shield him the best way she could. She had to do something. Immediately, she fetched her phone and dialed her aunt, Silvana's number. She was the only relative she kept in touch with over the years."Where is Rio, I.
Wrapping her hair around his fist, Sergio used it as leverage to make her take him deeper. He drove into her with one deep thrust, and her yelp turned into a series of whimpering moans as he pounded her from behind. They mingled with his grunts and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. "Fuck, Rosana!" He shuddered and came inside of her, just after she reached the peak of her second orgasm. Breathlessly, they remained in that position before he finally carried her into the bathroom where he gently placed her inside the warm bubble bath. He got in behind her and began washing her body. "Ville told me you visited the clubhouse""Yes. Had to get out of the house" She replied and leaned back into him. "But I was not alone. Lucretia came visiting""You should be resting, Bambolina""Of course. Say that to what we just did"He smirked, running his hands on her tiny bump. "That was a fucking exercise, you deserve it"As he continued washing her body, she remembered the conversation s
As Ville alighted the car and walked towards the house, the maids offered their greetings with smiles on their faces. For the past five years, he had been visiting Vicenta whenever his duties allowed. Rosana, kind and understanding enough, often relieved him of his responsibilities so he could take a day off and spend time with Vicenta.During those times, he read books to her, drove her around town, tended the garden together, practiced meditation, and helped Carmencita in preparing meals. He also taught her how to play board games and cards, and how to write letters and journals. He would then play her favorite music and watch her dance—One of the things she loved doing.It wasn't easy at first, but with each passing day, Vicenta's grip on reality strengthened, all thanks to Ville and Carmencita's unwavering support and love that helped guide her back from the precipice. Her eyes, once vacant and flickering on the verge of extinction, now burned brighter, glistening the path to rec
With Sergio at work and the twins at school, Rosana had the house all to herself and was free to immerse herself in her artwork. She stayed up in her studio, trying to finish up a family portrait she had started working on some months ago. In the painting, she sat at the center, her smile warm and radiant. On either side of her, the twins stood with boyish grins, each a mini version of their father. As they grew older, their personalities began to reflect the qualities of both parents. Alessandro, much like his father, possessed a quiet reserve, his cool demeanor a stark contrast to his brother's friendly nature. Vincenzo on the other hand, exuded warmth and charisma just like his mother and could easily connect with those around him. Though their personalities diverged in many ways, the twins remained inseparable.In the painting, Sergio loomed tall and strong behind them, his chiseled features and perfectly sculpted face exuding handsomeness. Though his expression was serious, his
"Ti amo, Enzo De Niro... Mi dispiace..." [I love you, Enzo De Niro... I'm sorry...]Then, with a heavy heart, she delivered the final blow. The sound of his labored breathing and the sight of his eyes widening in shock only proved that it was all real. She had just... She had just... She gasped but didn't—couldn't step away from him. Not when the realization came with a painful stab to her soul. At that moment, Enzo felt a searing pain in his chest, as though his heart had been pierced. He struggled to draw breath, his vision blurred, and his words were reduced to a gurgling gasp. Blood filled his mouth, choking him. Before he could comprehend what was happening, she stumbled back, and his gaze fell on the knife lodged deep in his chest which was now surrounded by a spreading crimson stain. When he forced his eyes back to hers, the realization hit him like a thunderbolt—he had been stabbed. Not by anyone else, but Lucretia, the woman he had let down his guards for, the woman he had
Sergio stood frozen with his broad back against the door, his fists clenched and pressed against the table, holding him upright. He had been in that position since he left the Doctors, his head hung low and chin tucked between his shoulder blades as the weight of grief crushed over him, consuming him from the inside out.His entire being was shattered!Rosana quietly walked into the study room and approached him. She had wept bitterly after receiving the news and still couldn't believe it. But then, the news had come directly from Sergio which meant it was the truth. Her brother-in-law was no more. And to think Lucretia was there when it all happened... Her best friend must be going through a tough time too.And Rosana, she had to stay strong for her family, despite the impact of the news. Sergio was already broken and was now a hollow shell of his former self. And the twins... It wouldn't take long for them to realize their favorite uncle hadn't shown up for days. When that time came
As Vicenta stood up and turned on the stereo, the room was filled with lively rhythms of music. She had successfully lifted Ville's spirit with her conversation and laughter and now wanted to do what she loved doing most since she was a little girl—dance.With a smile on her face, she began moving her body to the beat, swaying her hips, and moving her arms accordingly. Ville watched from the corner of the room, his eyes captivated by every step, every spin, and every gesture. He had seen her dance before, but tonight was different. Tonight, it felt like she was dancing for him alone, pouring her heart and soul into every movement. And then, that beautiful smile which always had the power to make his heart skip a beat. She was beautiful, perfect even! As she danced closer to him, her eyes locked onto his, she beckoned him to join her. Even when he wasn't a skilled dancer, he couldn't resist. He rose from his seat and she took his hands, guiding him into the rhythm. Their bodies move
ONE MONTH LATER•••Lucretia had become a shadow of her former self, consumed by guilt. She had lost all interest in the world around her and was unable to eat, sleep, or even find comfort in her own company. Instead, she spent her days holed up in her room as the anguish threatened to devour her whole. Her aunt, Silvana understanding her guilt and misery decided to stay beside her to ensure she didn't succumb to the darkness that had taken hold of her heart. The elderly woman understood the torment Lucretia was going through and could only hope that with time, her niece would find the strength to overcome the remorse. "Lucretia, it's time for breakfast" Silvana informed behind the closed door. "I brought Rio to see you and he has been asking if you are alright""Tell him I am alright"Silvana sighed and shook her head. "I keep telling him that. How long will it keep going like this? You need to get your ass out of there and live a life""There is no life to live, Aunt Silvana""When