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 Ophelia is getting on my fucking nerves, I never expected her to wake up and run out of the damn car, but I would let her enjoy six minutes of being without me before I open this fucked up toilet door like a gentlemanly man or burst it open with the anger brewing in me. My phone was ringing like crazy. Father had been expecting me in Sicily since forever, but I had a crazy wife on the run. “Had your fill already, wifey?” As a gentleman will, I pulled the door open without destroying the damn hinges. I watched my hot as fuck wife Ophelia, her chest pushing hard and fast against my shirt, and it felt extremely sexy. I watched her take a bottle of liquid wash and throw it at me, which I dodged immediately. “You would stop those shit of yours, Lia, and come with me.” My teeth clenched, my jaw tightened as I watched tears roll down her eyes. I so much wanted to kiss it away, and at the same time, I couldn't stop the frustration brewing in me. I knew if she could walk in
Ophelia's POVThe way his finger pumped into my cunt, I couldn't help back a strange cry from my lips. I redden with embarrassment hearing the sloppy sound coming from underneath and I wanted to curse at him when he stopped to stare at my face with a smug smile on his face. Yes, he fucking won, and I wanted that crazy finger of his to do what he had done earlier that had the world rotating around me.“Want me to keep going.” I don't know if I looked stupid with those crazy pleasure-filled faces, should I beg him to continue, should I tell him that I hate him and he can't make me feel anything but that was stupid, a fucked up lie when he could feel my wetness and now I was rubbing myself against his finger, bucking my hips to meet his every thrust shamelessly. His thumb rubbed my cunt, and I didn't care that I hated him; my resistance broke. “ahh…” he rolled his finger in me when I failed to give him a reply . His finger drove into me faster, and I felt my stomach twisted in a knot; h
Callum's PovThe plane hit a light turbulence, and my little doll fell back into my arms, and her fear of flight became more evident. I felt warmth sipping in me, and I caressed her long tresses just like how I used to when we were in high school. “Sleep.” I used a commanding tone; I couldn't take any of the silent torture anymore; I needed a hole to empty my cream.…….Walking into the galley, I found the flight attendant who had welcomed us earlier. She saw me walk in with a smile on her face “Strip.” very understanding“Yes, master,” very submissive, just like I ordered, she popped the buttons, which barely covered her mounds open, and her boobs fell free the bitch had no bra on, her hand went to her skirt, pulling it off with no panties.As much as I wanted Ophelia, I couldn't fuck her, and if I tried restraining myself, I would just go wild on her like a beast, and she would hate me more.“Get on your knees.” She did as she was told as I began taking off my belts, pushing my pant
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
Ophelia's POV “Doesn’t this look too….” I bit my lips, staring at myself in the mirror, standing in one of Rina's dresses that stopped on my thighs—fancy thin straps and a V-neck that made me see how full my chest was for the first time. I mean, I had big boobs. If I had seen me on other women... fancy what you have. I loved them, and it felt even better when Cal had his han… I gasped out, trying to know where the remaining sentences flew out from. That wasn’t me, I could swear, but I could also feel my pants getting moist.“It’s perfect. This is not revealing. Got some beautiful stuff. Your Killer boy would go blind when you wear it and would be giving you his life when you ask for a plate of cookies.” We both chuckled and made our way out of the house, feeling glad that grandmother wasn't around to see her beans sprouting the wrong way. Rina looking like a hooker and I… I don't know. Grandmother would have a word for it.“Where are you heading to, Mrs. Ophelia?” My heart made a tum
Ophelia's POV“Why did you lie to her?" Callum's brows were furrowed, caging me into a close corner of grandmother's room.“She must not know that I got married without telling her. It would break her. She had been wanting the type of guy grandfather was for me…” I trailed off. If grandmother had known about Klaus earlier, she would have been rooting for both of us to be in a relationship, but Klaus was just a serpent. “Let me go. It won't be fun when she catches us here.”"If she gets the wrong idea that you are not married and behaves like those pesty grandmothers, the man she would introduce to you would regret is being on earth.” I don't understand why he got angry with such little things. He left a peck on my forehead. “You should stay here for a while. Gale would come get you. Do not try what's in your mind… one good reminder: we are in San Francisco.” He said, and I rolled my eyes, not knowing why he was going between being sweet and suddenly stupid all of a sudden.“Fuck off…”
Ophelia's POVThat was enough shit for the week. Today, I would behave like nothing had happened yesterday—like I hadn’t just learned that Klaus was a dickhead and Father was the biggest asshole in the universe, and Callum had been the high school friend I had once cherished but now close to what could be the start of a nightmare. Oh, the fact that Callum's father was a bigger asshole than my father wanting a rough life for his son. "Get those shit off your mind if you want to have a peaceful day, Ophelia." After I soaked in the bathtub, feeling a lot better, I moved to grab my towel. Through the glass walls, I saw Callum staring at me from where he sat on the bed, giving me a playful, smug smile. I rolled my eyes at him, pulling my towel tightly around my body.“I know you’ve seen me bare before, but I still hate it when you stare without my permission," I said as I walked out of the bathroom.“You’ve never permitted me before. Days ago, I had you on our bed in Sicily without permis
Ophelia's Pov “Fuck me for not killing you that day.” My eyes began blurring slowly, the feeling of nausea hitting me greatly. Father deserved more, but I just couldn't stand the sight, and I blacked out.---I yawned lazily, my eyes fluttering open to find myself in a dimly lit room, and I happened to realize where I was immediately after studying the room. Even in my dreams, I had known this place as the room I had stayed in five years ago. The room had been no different from the time I left—the walls were still creamy white with frames of feminine art designing one part of the walls.My body swayed lightly as I tried balancing myself on the floor, which was made of polished dark wood reflecting the light from the chandelier above.“Hey," Gale's voice greeted my ear as he came to assist me immediately. “Are you feeling all right now?" he asked, and I nodded slightly, even when I was barely close to ‘feeling alright.’“I just need a shower."“Uhh, there are no helps around, and Cal
Ophelia's POV Maybe the anger in me had burned away my nervousness. “Stay here, I will go in alone,” I said to Callum, who paused walking, leaned against the door, and dipped his hand into his pocket. His eyes were locked on me as I watched him light his cigar, giving me a nod before I left. I walked into the place I had known as home, which just wasn’t—if what Esther had said was the truth. If that was the truth, Father was nothing but a beast, and I grew scared of what he could do to Max. “You want to pull out? He told me what you did last night. If you try that shit again, Elise, I won’t hold back. I would strangle you to death.” Just as I walked into the living room, a scene greeted me. Elise was on the floor, bruises donning her face and lips, her dress in tatters, barely covering her body, as Father stood beside her with his fists clenched tight. “Father,” I said, looking away from Elise, who had turned to me with trembling lips and tears in her eyes. Her state made my hea
Ophelia's POVGale and Callum's brother had gone with the other car, and we were now in a Bugatti sports car with Callum driving at a maddening speed, not caring if he got stopped by a road policeman. An earpod was in his ear as he chanted something in Italian I couldn't understand. From the start of the drive, his brow had been furrowed, not speaking to me and not even telling me where we were going. Maybe a hotel to lodge at, or his home—where he had kept me locked in five years ago. Or probably, he was trying to give me the reasons he had killed my fiancé, and his father, mother, and brother.Finally, the car screeched to a halt after entering into a large estate. Callum came down after he had said a couple more Italian words, pulling the earpods off immediately.“Come with me.”I took his hand after he had helped me out of the car, and he guided me down into the extravagant manor which stood before us.Women in maid attire gave short bows as we walked into the living room.“H-Hey,
Ophelia's POVI woke up groaning softly, feeling something cold pressed against my cheek. My eyes fluttered open to find a man dressed in black sitting on the bed close to me."Your cheek looks swollen. I loved everything we had last night, but I never expected you to go this crazy," Callum said, tipping my chin up slightly."Sit up."My throat felt like it had swollen from the inside, and I couldn’t understand why I had gone to such painful lengths last night just to prove a pointless point.Callum helped me sit up, bringing a cup close to my mouth while my eyes darted back and forth between him and the cup."It's a soothing tea, Lia…" His tone was cold, lacking any emotion, and you might mistake it for anger.I tried to take the cup from him, but his hand grew hard on my already aching cheek, forcing my mouth open as he made me drink the tea. I struggled to speak, the liquid staining my lips."You are crazy…" I spat."We'll be going to San Francisco today."I held back the curse wor
Callum's PovIf she wouldn’t do it, would I make her?“I think it’s time you give hubby a treat too. I can’t have you starving. Come feast on me, baby.” I freed her wrist, pulling her up by her neck so we were at eye level. Our noses touched, breath fanning hotly against each other. I wanted her to make a move herself, or else I was scared I might force her to eat. I needed to treat Ophelia differently from other girls I’ve fucked or wanted to fuck. I loved my sheets a little red and sticky with white fluid when I was fucking—not at all; they weren’t virgins.“You said I should feast on you too?" she asked her voice like butter to the ear. She took the bar of chocolate into her mouth, and the way she did it dragged a low groan from my throat.“Yes, you said you were hungry.” My hand left her neck, going into her hair and holding it up in a ponytail.Her fingers began tracing lines from my chest, pausing when they reached my torso. My stomach muscles tensed slightly at her feathery tou
Ophelia's Pov“Should I let it slide? Or do you want the best spanking of your life?”“No.”“Then I’ll just have dinner, then.” He left me sitting on the island, going to the freezer to get ice, a pouch of liquid milk, and a bar of chocolate. In the next minute, I was scooped into his arms, and I was surprisingly leaning into his warmth, my hand wrapping around his neck for support. A part of me ached and pulsed lightly, and I admitted it—I am crazy, I am a dumbass. I can't resist any intimate advances from him. Maybe after tonight, I would learn abstinence.He placed me on the bed after we got into the room, trapping my hands above my head, fastening his belt tightly around them. He placed the things he had taken from the kitchen on the nightstand. “The deal is to feast on each other. Ready or not, I am fucking going to eat you the way you deserve." I clamped my thighs together tightly at his words as I watched him begin unbuttoning his shirt. “I am hungry, and you are.”“I said I wa