OPHELIA'S POV
Lying in the box was a severed tongue and chunks of bloody meat, a paper slept on the cause of my stomach tightening. I couldn't help it; I threw up right on the vanity table, not even waiting to check what was written on the paper “Ophelia.“ I should have let the person at the doorstep who had called my name see what I saw, I should have reported it, but the silly me chose to cover it up, covering the box with my back. It was my step-sister Elise Laurent who had walked in, and I could see the look of shock on her face after she noticed the mess I had made on the table “Are you…” she trailed off and if I hadn't been in the situation I would have begun pondering on why she cared, she never loves me anyways, knowing she was about to ask if I was pregnant. I was scared, my hands trembling, and the care to be a bride was gone after what I had seen. 'Wait, should I still be standing here? shouldn't I check if everyone is all right?' “Is everyone alright?“ I asked Elise, waiting for her usual nonchalant attitude but she looked confused instead. “Are you alright? I was asked to come get you ready, and here you are, all flushed and weird.“ Elise frowned and I tried to behave as normal as possible. “L…let's go.“ I hide the box with a towel and Elise came to help with the train of my gown. She was my supposed bridesmaid dressed in blue because my father wouldn't let me have friends of my own. I was grateful to my stylist who had suggested wearing flat heels. My legs were unstable as I walked down the aisle, with Max beside me, our elbows locked. Right in front of me was Klaus in a fine tux who stood with a smile on the altar and a priest getting ready to pronounce us 'Husband and Wife.' I tried to calm my damn nerves, why do I feel this would be my damnation instead of salvation. After making sure I got on the altar with my soon-to-be husband, Max left. Leaving me to stare into the deep blue eyes of Klaus. His lips stretched in a warm smile and I smiled back at him. The priest starts his opening remarks “Dear beloved, we are gath….“ Klaus raised a brow to know if I was all right, and I nodded softly. 'I was not; I had just seen the most insane thing of all on my wedding day.' “Klaus Duncan, do you take Ophelia Laurent to be your wife, to love and cherish her, through joy and sorrow in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you apart?“ A little flower girl walks up to us with the rings, with a sweet smile on her face. “I..“ Just Before Klaus could pronounce those words that would bind him to me, a gunshot rang in the hall, and the side of Klaus's head created a small hole with blood spouting out of it, his eyes went hollow, and the smile on his face earlier had gone dead. It all came to me, a scream erupted from my lips, my voice echoing through the church as Klaus's lifeless body slumped against me. Blood coated my gown and I couldn't help the clattering of my teeth as I shivered greatly. “And death has done you apart.” The once serene atmosphere had erupted into Chaos as the sudden scream of guests filled the air, and I couldn't just turn to know what had happened or the deep voice that had made that statement earlier or who had just shot Klaus. It was like my soul had left me at that moment like my body had gone paralyzed. “Ophelia.” I heard an unfamiliar, deeply masculine voice a few steps away from where I stood with Klaus's blood bathing my dress red. “Look at me now, or your brother's head would be served to you on a golden platter.” And that threat got to me; I crawled out of my trance, and I came face to face with an insanely handsome man standing at the end of the stairs to the altar. His aura spoke of the devil; jet black hair, which reminded me of someone, was brushed to the back as he stood defiantly in a tux, with a dead rose in his chest pocket. The three buttons of his chest were left undone, giving a view of the tail of a viper; the viper's mouth opened wide against the man's throat. “Who the fu….” Before my brother Max could complete his sentence, another man who had a striking resemblance to the one standing on the steps that led to the altar in front of me had grabbed Max by his throat. Max struggled in the larger man's grasp, but his grip only tightened as the man holding him smirked at me. “Hey, sister-in-law.” He mouthed. “Let him go,” I yelled, pushing myself away from Klaus, whose body slid to the floor immediately. Taking the hem of my gown in my hands, I took the stairs, wanting to save my brother, forgetting about the rest of my family, who also had men holding them captive. Max meant a lot to me; I hurt when he did; it was like I was the one being strangled instead. Just before I could walk past the man on the stairs to my brother, I was pulled by my waist and slammed brutally into a rock-hard chest. “I was talking, Ophelia.” The man in a tux yanks my hair back so I could look into his cold gray eyes which spoke a lot about him, vicious, cold and more. I struggled in his grip, but he only gripped my hair tighter, and I saw a light smirk on his lips. “Always trying to escape from me, baby.” Hot tears fell from my eyes, and a surge of anger rolled like a ball in me, and I spat in his face. A laugh that felt like the rumbling of thunder and starting of a storm erupted from his throat; his hand around my waist suddenly came to my cheeks, pinching my mouth open and his head inches closer and I watched him do the most disgusting thing ever. He spat right into my mouth, forcing me to gulp it down. “You motherfu….” He dips his middle finger down my throat making me gag on it as my spits poured down the side of my lips. “Mine.” A deadly smile curved on his lips as he watched me struggle. “I have always wished this was my fucking cock; you have made me even more insane fucking you in every damn dream; you have made me wait for so long, Anima mia (my soul).” More tears trailed down my eyes as he dipped a second finger down my throat making me gag even more. “Fuck baby fuck..” this man was insane, but his insanity was surprisingly doing things to me; I could feel my core aching, and I could feel my nipples pushing hard against my cloth. I was fucked up, I bit hard on his hand, and he didn't flinch; I bit harder, wanting to hear the crackling sound of his bones breaking in my mouth, but I didn't hear the feel before a cry of pain wrecked through my lips. He yanked my hair harder until I felt blood rushing to my face and I inadvertently released his finger. A slap came on my cheeks later on; it burnt like crazy. “Empty a gun in her father's body.” he ordered. I looked to my side where my father, step-sister, and stepmom were kneeling with black clothing wrapped around their mouth as they struggled to get free from the ropes tied on their wrists and feet. At their back was the priest standing with a gun pointed to his head. A man had walked up to my father as he brought a gun out from his waist holster, and my father's eyes came to look at me pleadingly. “I. I am sorry, I wouldn't do it again.” I choked out those words. “Yes, you won't do it again baby, but I need to teach you a little lesson.” He caressed the hair on my face to the back of my ear. “No, please.” My heart hammered as I watched that man cock the gun “Let my family go; who are you?” I cried wishing the devil standing in front of me could feel pity. No, what the fuck am I thinking 'Pity?' a person who had killed a man right on the altar? I was talking to a person who had lost his sanity. With all my pleading, the sound of a gun still echoed in the church, and I panicked, seeing my father's face scrunched in pain. My father had been shot in his left thigh, and the man was ready again 'to empty the bullet' just like this man had ordered, “It doesn't hurt, I promise; he is just overdoing it.” The fucker in front of me said, unfazed, that one of his men was about to kill a human, my father. “Do you think you can run away from the cops when they know what you have done here, Look..” I gulped. “My fiance's family would haunt you down; you would end up in prison, you and your men because I won't let you go either.” “Baby, you won't even let me go by the time I am done with you.” The devil's voice came out seductive “And your fiance's family, I had set their car on fire before they could make it here, you would love to waste more lives if you call the cops, and I would love it, baby, I would put a gun in your hand and make you end them one by one.” His hand grazed my hips and I hated the way that made me feel. “Tell me what you want. Who the fuck are you? Why are you doing this to me?” “Shh!! Little One shh.” He coaxed, pressing his index finger against my lips. 'Little one.’ Those words felt familiar. My eyes widened, thinking of the possibility. “Do you remember now, baby? Do you remember the man you left years ago? Baby girl you ditched me and you think I would be happy seeing you on the altar with another.” My body felt like tissues; my heartbeat quickened in fear, shock, and all other emotions. “You are mine baby, but you left.” his voice sounded low, like he grieved I did. And again, I was filled with anger. “I was never yours, and I would never be yours,” I said through gritted teeth after learning the truth that the man standing in front of me was my ex-husband. His gaze went cold again and his hand came to pinch my chin again ‘Why did he show up?’ ‘’Why was he showing his face to me now? I thought it was something I wasn't meant to see?’ “You don't have a choice, you can't change fate.” A sarcastic laughter burst out of my throat. “You are insane; you think you can lock me up and make fun of me on our wedding day and never show up, be a pervert, and draw tattoos of my face and boobs on your body. You are sick.” I wished to spit again at his face, but I stopped myself. He released me “Let's have the wedding again.” He said, now backing me, and a lady walked up to us with two rings on a pillow. “Hey, sister-in-law, I can't wait for you to be my brothers Moglie (wife).”CALLUM'S POVOnly if I change my fucked up mind would I not make her mine today. I had stalked her from the beginning of the night she left. Even when I had gone to Italy to stay with my father, I watched her through the screens. I know what she does daily, I know the fucking ingredients in the foods she eats, I know the color of her panties and the materials she had preferred, lacy pants that gripped her ass tightly.I am obsessed with Ophelia, and my obsession has started for a very long time. I had married her five years ago just to keep her so her father wouldn't sell her to port-bellied sugar daddies that would pay daily with every cum they dropped in his daughter's ass, just like he was doing to her sister Elise.I don't want mine to be touched by others, and I don't want to kill her father on the spot when he sells my girl to his clients. I was a psychopath as Ophelia had called me, I was battling with serious ASPD trying to curb my violent act that's why I had locked her in my
OPHELIA'S POV My world shattered as the priest pronounced us as one, and from that moment, even though I knew every problem comes with a solution, I felt like I would never get out of this. Cheers from his men and the female ring bearer filled the air as he slammed his lips savagely against mine. His tongue tried prying my mouth open, but I didn’t let him, I wasn’t going to give in; I would make him regret this day, the day he married me. His hand cupped one of my mounds, catching me off guard as he squeezed me through my dress, and I gasped into his mouth. He slid his tongue into my mouth, tasting every corner, until I was drooling, until I felt I was dying with the breaths he was taking from me. When my body almost gave out and was on the verge of melting away like chocolates left in the sun, he finally pulled away, kissing the drool off my lips. “How I wish to take you now on this fucking altar.” He whispered against my swollen lips, sucking on my bottom lips, and pulled awa
Shame ate me up and I intended to kneel him in the groin, but he was swift, catching me by the knees, bending his broad back which had the shape of the viper head on his neck and he left soft kisses on my kneecaps “If you want to hit me next time, tell me so I would let you, I am used to quick defense.”“I would love to slap you in the face for touching me.” He raised his head, his piercing gaze slashing through my soul, and I assumed I was becoming insane with the way those luscious eyes made me feel my core tingle.He took my wrist, and I struggled to fight his touch. “Slap me here instead, when it is bare to you only.” He made me slap his bulge, and I froze like a mannequin, to have touched something solid, yet I could feel its softness against his pants. “You feel that, baby? I want to get clenched, sucked, slapped, and make you watch it as it spring to life, baby.” His eyes bored into mine burning with a great ferocity of desires.I pushed myself away from his lap, moving back to
My heart stopped beating, and I wished I had done something crazy earlier, so I would have been pushed out of this family I had gotten myself into. This is a bloody crime family, and I am in the home of one of the most dangerous mafia families and in the arms of the blood of them who had just raised a gun at his father.“Get the hell away from me, please.” I don't know if that was a plea because I said that in tears, hoping he would stop tormenting me.“You look pretty like this, and I want to take all you can give from this angle.” He said softly, and the ripping of my gown from the waist part was what I heard. “I would have loved it if our daughter had used this, but it is stained with your sweetheart's blood already.” “I want you to see you bare, swollen and needy.” His voice was husky, and the urge to clench my thighs together was overwhelming. I don't know what difference this makes me from a whore who openly admits to being one. He was still a stranger! I knew nothing about hi
CALLUM'S POV I walked to the bar in the living space and poured myself a glass of scotch “You look like shit already.” I turned to find Zaleo sprawled on one of the couches, giving me a smug smile as his gaze moved to my bloody hand, which was clenched tightly on the glass. “I wonder how you'd look after months.” “I'd be better than you,” I replied to him with a smirk. “You won't; I can sense the weakness already; a woman like Helena would have been better….” As soon as he completes his words I flung the bloody knife, Ophelia had used to him and he was swift catching it close to his eyes “Helena would have been better, you just wanted her pussy, but I feel you want more with Ophelia which is really bad.” He repeated. “Father sent you to convince me to divorce Lia Huhn?” I looked away from him, downing the glass in one go. “How would I convince someone who broke out of a mental asylum?” Zaleo teased, “If it had been another woman who had done this, you would have snapped her n
Callum's PovThe fucked up teachers had advised my father to take me to a psychiatric rehab after being violent three times at school, and he listened. I craved to see Ophelia after being locked up; I wondered many crazy things: 'What if she was with another boy?' 'What if she was ruffling his hair and not mine?' I seldom ate and slept thinking about her as I sat in my room at the rehabilitation center as she would just show up, but Lia, my doll, didn't.I couldn't take it any longer after staying ten days locked in, and that's the first time I committed murder, but no one found out. Why? Father covered it up; he couldn't let his newfound toy get caught. His thoughts that a mad boy couldn't take his post as a Don was lost in the drain.I made it to school at noon when it was closing hour with a blood-soiled shirt and hands with dried blood, but I still made myself unnoticed to others as I went in search of my little doll before her father came to pick her up himself or her plus-sized
OPHELIA'S POV As I slowly opened my eyes the excess light which washed through the room made me dizzy and half blind, rubbing the back of my palm over my eyes made me wince in pain with the sudden pain that shot through my wrist. Memories of yesterday hit me like a tsunami, and the blurriness in my eyes vanished. I tried sitting up straight, but a severe ache shot through my lower back. I remembered being tied down, stomach-facing the bed, last night. Has he come to release me himself and dress me in this white robe? He had turned my dress into rags last night and now I was in a white, thick robe. The roses all gone and something struck me once more as my finger fumbled with the rope of robe pulling the sleeves down my shoulders to check if he had come back into this room to go further in my unconscious state. Just like how those older ladies might have described the way they looked and felt after their first, I felt and saw none of those shit. No bruises, I touched myself throu
Ophelia's POVIt felt like I was on a fucking sedative with dizziness pushing through with great force every single time and that had made me black out for the second time today. The next time I woke up, murmurs greeted my ear alongside the beeping of machines and the rumbling sound of wheels on the floor.My back was pressed into something cozy which doesn't feel like the mattress I slept on earlier. With a little yawn, I pushed my eyes open to find myself in a car and in the middle of an all-white backdrop; with the way people moved hastily with their luggage, I concluded that I was in an airport.Looking at the driver's seat, I was the only one in the car; nobody was there. I remembered Callum’s sister mentioning about going to Italy this morning and I assumed we were leaving already. Looking at the familiar airport I had an Idea we were still at home, my home. Since no one was in the car with me I got tempted, tempted to get the fuck away from here before my sick husband gets to m
Callum's POV “Cal, we’ve found her. She’s heading to Ponte di Adrano,” Zaleo informed, handing a helmet to me. “Father would teach her a hell of a lesson if he finds out what she’s done. Do you want him to know?" “To hell with him if he finds out. She’s mine to punish as I see fit." Ophelia would be doomed once I got my hands on her. How dare she run away from me tonight—again? On this important night, when I would be introducing her to the famiglia, she dared to run. If not for the tracker in her ring, I would have been screwed. I didn’t give a fuck about the shame this would bring me if the news of my wife running away right under my claws got out. I was angered by the thought of her getting hurt anyway. She didn’t know anywhere in Italy, and she had run like an idiot. Gale, that fucking bastard, had faced the wrath of my fist immediately after he spilled that shit out without shame. Anyone I catch helping her escape from me should kiss Earth goodbye tonight. I hate brea
Author's POV"Is everything fine, Mrs. Ophelia?" Gale called from outside the restroom door when he heard a sudden sound. "Mrs. Ophelia," he called again, but got no response, and he suspected something was off. "Mrs. Ophelia," he repeated, knocking on the door again but still getting no reply. "I’ll come in if you don’t answer."He waited a few seconds before slamming his large body into the door twice, forcing it open.“Cazzo,” he cursed, raking his fingers through his hair before running out of the restroom immediately.He dialed Callum on his phone but got no response. Running toward the large room where the party was still in full swing, Gale couldn’t believe she had used the window to escape. He knew he was doomed—and deserved it. If he went after her alone without informing Callum, it would only make things worse.“I need to see Cal,” he muttered, heading to the large doors where two other guards of the famiglia stood, armed to the teeth.“They’re busy,” one of them said.“It’s
“I still love him," trying to play the unharmed bitch, even if what she said later turns out to be the truth. I don't even want to be here in the first place and it felt right with her calling me a black sheep earlier.“You don't even know him, or are you after his wealth?” I frowned at her question, discreetly balling my fist not enjoying the way Jealousy, spite, and hate oozed from her. “Do you know what they call him? A secret calling; the front wheel of the Belluci Famiglia, the trigger to the famiglia, and he can't stay with someone this weak. If you don't end up going, Father would still chase you out.”“Talking about wealth, trying to call me a golddigger when I don't even give an 'F' about who he is," I had forgotten this was meant to be an act, my anger talking through me. “You can fuck with him for all the care in the world. I would be out of his life tonight."I saw the astonishment in her gaze until she put on that mocking smile again. “Poor thing, you don't have to be mad
Ophelia's Pov"You shouldn't be talking to strangers." Callum bit down on my ear and licked the spot, and I did well to fight back a moan. "He said he was your cousin.""Cousin or not, I could chop his head off if he had tried something more." His finger strode down my curve as he sniffed down my neck, his hot breath raising goosebumps on my skin."He is your family." I almost wished to be swallowed by the ground with the way my voice came out, like that of a mouse. Yes, a mouse, that fits the scene here in the hand of a wild cat."You are the only family." His hand curled back to my waist again, pulling me firmly to him. "Stop this shit now, Callum; people are here." His scent, mixed with whiskey, was filling my head with fog."Should I send them out? Before that—telling them how bad I crave to see you bare, how I crave to fuck you in spirit and soul? Father wouldn't mind; he wants grandchildren anyway."I was going crazy, feeling dirty in a gathering with this psycho not leaving me.
Ophelia's PovI woke up to find the spot beside me cold. He had left, and my robe was back on my body. A knock at the door made me sit up straight.“Come in.”It was a soft knock, like Diana’s, and just as I thought, she walked in with a tray containing a cup in her hand.“Good morning, signora.” With a smile on her face, she placed the tray on the bed next to me.“Morning, Diana.” A warm smile played on my lips.“Cal asked me to give you this soothing tea before he left.” A blush stained her cheeks, and I shook my head at the way she thought. How much more of a love-sick woman she must have been as a young adult, imagining that Callum and I were in a romantic relationship.I downed the hot tea in one gulp, not caring how it burned down my throat. Burn away my shame too.“Ah.” I noticed Diana’s widened eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you it was hot.”“It’s fine. I saw the misty steam.”Another presence entered the room. I looked toward the door to find Gale, who gave me a short bow.“
Ophelia's Pov“Eyes on me, Ophelia. Watch me as I claim you, mark you, or else you will be punished.”I had no idea what was happening to me. It was like I was being manipulated, my senses barely with me, and my body left with a mind of its own.Where was my dignity? Letting this beast touch me felt so good to think about that now, and now I was beyond redemption, letting him do his thing. I couldn't stifle a moan anymore; I let them fall shamelessly from my lips as he sucked on my belly button. His hand held my hips down as I tried to keep my eyes on his, not wanting him to stop what he was doing.I tried to clamp my thighs together, but he slapped them open again, even wider than before, as his lips traveled down. He stopped when he got to my opening. He released his hold on my wrist, his eyes still fixed on mine, and I gasped when his finger caressed my pussy lips, spreading me softly and rubbing against my clit. The pleasure was overwhelming, urging me to close my eyes.“Don't you
Callum's POV“I want to touch you now. I want to see you bare and squirming. I want your head all fuzzy while my head is between your thick thighs, lapping up your love juice.”As I lay on her, my hand went to her robe belt, unfastening it. My knuckles grazed her soft skin every now and then, driving me nuts. I have missed my little doll so fucking much. Days without her have been torture. I’ve vowed to take things slow and not go further than pleasuring her without my dick in it until she learns to accept me until she wants my kids. “Let me worship you tonight, my queen.” I whispered dryly like a man about to die of thirst.I am learning to soften for her. Her seeing what she saw tonight wasn’t my fault. I hate how frightened she was, how she stared at me like I was a monster and I wanted to kill Gale for letting her out of the room. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t care. But with her, it brought back memories of high school, of when she left me to my father’s wrath.I could f
I watched as Callum placed his leg on the armrest, and I craved to see the expression on his face. I hoped for an ounce of pity-at least or worse I imagined a cold face or a deadly grin, like the villain in a movie. "Mi dispiace, capo, ci dispiace. (Sorry, boss, we are sorry.)" I couldn’t hear exactly what they said, but I took it as pleading words from the bloody men.“Okay,” Callum said, stepping back from the men. For a moment, I thought he had forgiven them—it felt like comic relief—until a gunshot rang out in the room. I couldn’t stop the scream that escaped my throat.The world seemed to stop around me. My eyes widened as gazes from Callum and the other men turned towards the door. “Oh my God,” I whispered, my breath shaky. I thought Callum's gaze connected with mine through the slight opening.I saw Callum begin walking towards the door, and I wanted to run, but my legs were shaking. I needed a push to move, but I couldn’t. Instead, I slid down to the floor, my mouth tremblin
Ophelia's POV I smiled seductively at Gale, my legs crossed on the couch, dressed in a blue gown that stopped at my feet. I didn’t mind if I looked silly. After Gale showed me around and told me which rooms I shouldn't walk into—without giving me a reason why—I asked, “Will he cut my head off?” Gale said nothing, just giving me a smile. “Or will he cut yours?” “I would be in trouble for any of your mistakes, Mrs. Bellucci.” “Uh, that last name… can you tell me a little about it? It’s the popular crime family, right?” I asked, and he hesitated. “That should be Cal's—” “I feel more comfortable around you than that asswipe.” I bit my lower lip, trying to mimic those seductresses, but he seemed unfazed, like a living rock. “I would have to report to Cal if you continue this, Mrs. Bellucci.” “Stop addressing me with that motherfucking name I know nothing about,” I hissed. “Tell me about the Belluccis,” I demanded, my voice authoritative, hoping he’d heed. “Cal will tell y