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last update Huling Na-update: 2025-02-17 19:45:15

(Present)

 TIFFANY WEST

 Blackness. Inky and stagnant. It dripped into my subconscious.

 It was often an escape from reality, a comfort in the madness. But this time they whispered to me, telling me not to wake up now, not to wake up ever.

 Unfortunately, a pulsing ache in my head wakes me up. Feeling like roadkill, I let out a groan as a wake of nausea hit.

 “Dear God,” I groaned.

 Throwing the covers, I almost fell out of bed. Even my steps felt loud as I stumbled to the bathroom.

 Fuck. How much did I drink last night?

 The ache in my head stopped every attempt to remember how last night ended, all I could remember was Elena and I kept downing shots of alcohol at The Vincenzo wedding. We'd attended here in Las Vegas with her husband, Dimitri. Apparently, Dimitri Castello and Mr Vincenzo were business partners. I wasn't sure to what extent, maybe the latest groom was also a member of the Cosa Nostra, seeing as Dimitri was a New York don himself. But whatever curiosities I had, I didn't dare utter them. 

 The only reason I accepted Elena's invitation was that the distraction was exactly what I needed to escape my own miseries and most probably impending doom.

 I assured Elena I would eventually get used to the fact my best friend was the wife to a Mafia don, hell I tried, and I was still trying, but I couldn't just forget everything I'd witnessed. The blood. The death, or the fact that her husband was one of the world's most dangerous men and I was solely alive because I was Elena's friend. That didn't sit well with me and I was not sure it'd ever will. But the only thing that mattered was Elena's happiness. She deserved it after everything she'd been through. She loved him too, and from what I could see, the almighty Dimitri Castello loved her as well.

 I moved to the toilet and squinted before it. I wasn't sure I needed it. I waited a good minute before deciding to brush the horrific taste from my mouth.

 Still feeling awful, I showered, and keeping the water cool helped to clear my head a little. After I've dried my body, I wrapped the towel around my body and stared at the mirror when something caught my attention. My eyes lowered to the sparkle on my hand and my eyes narrowed to the enormous diamond on my ring finger.

 I blinked faster as my breathing sped up. My legs went numb instantly and I braced myself on the counter with my free hand. 

 What the fuck!

 Shocked out of my mind and struggling with the hangover from hell, I could only stare at the ring on my finger. My mind was spiraling with several thoughts.

 What did I do? I couldn't believe desperation had forced me to do the unthinkable. I just couldn't think this ring represented what I thought it did. I couldn't get married. I'd promised myself I'd never, not even for the lives of my mum and the asshole of a stepfather Francis. I didn't want to get married, and even if for some twisted fucked up reason I did, it would be to someone of my own choice. Not one chosen by Mother Dearest, let alone Francis.

 The pulsing ache in my head only increased as I tried to recall what happened last night but the last I remember was drinking at the wedding with Elena.

 Fuck!

 I rushed to my bedroom to get dressed so I could get to the bottom of what happened last night when I noticed something strange. Something I should have noticed the second I crawled out of bed. The conscious thought made me stop at the bathroom door. This wasn't my suite.

 I brought a hand to my lips, scanning around the unfamiliar suite. I almost jumped in shock when I caught a figure standing near the window. Lorenzo Russo. The last person I wanted to see at the moment. At least not in the panic-stricken and confused state I was in or the sudden vulnerability I felt standing in nothing more than a towel in front of him while his deathly stare narrowed on me.

 He was dressed in a black suit, with his ice-blue eyes on me and a cup of coffee in his hand. One that was as black as his heart, if he had any.

 My earlier vulnerability morphed into anger and the words left my lips instantly. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

 His gaze remained on me as the heat of his gaze touched every inch of my body, reminding me of that night at the hotel where I'd felt every inch of his body against mine and he'd seen everything he shouldn't have. He'd seen everything I was.

 The stare he sent my way briefly before I left that night had haunted my every awakening moment. He'd seen me bare. Stripped of the protective walls I had built around me. He'd seen me panic and broken and at the mercy of his comfort. 

 That was precisely the reason even the sight of him infuriated me. Even though I'd buried the memories of that night like I did with every bad decision of mine, I couldn't change the infuriating truth he'd seen me for who I truly was. A broken, mindlessly weak whore.

 My throat constricted and my anger intensified. “I asked why you are here?” 

 His stare was dismissive as he tossed the document he was holding on the table close to me.

 A second lasted before I moved forward and picked up the paper and the first thing I realized was it was a married certificate with both our names on it.

 Oh fuck.

 Breathe, Tiffany. Breathe.

 But it wasn't working. I stumbled backward as my eyes darted back to Lorenzo's indifferent stare on me as he took a sip of his coffee. My eyes widened even more seeing the band on his ring finger.

 “What is the meaning of this?” My voice was nothing more than a shocked whisper.

 “You suddenly can't read, topolina?” 

 I shook my head, my hold on the document tightening. “It doesn't make sense. I can't be married, much less to you, so what the fuck happened last night? What did you do to me?”

 “If you weren't drunk to a stupor, you'd remember,” His gaze flickered with something skin to dry amusement. “Keep reading,”

 And I did. I went through the second document, my lips hanging open in shock. To my horror, each paper contained several dealings between my family and the Cosa Nostra. But it was impossible. There was no way Francis or mum could be involved in illicit business with the Cosa Nostra.

 “What is this?”

 “Everything your family owes me,” He replied, setting his cup of coffee on the table.

 I froze in shock. My lips parted, but no word could get past it for a full second. “They work for you?”

 “As a matter of fact,”

 I dumped the pile of papers on the table, fighting the mild tremble in my bones as a brutal realization hit me. But I didn't want to accept it. I couldn't have been sold off to him.

 “I don't care if they work for you, or what they owe you. It had nothing to do with me,”

 “It has everything to do with you because you have been offered as a compensation for their debts,”

 “And I decline. Is that why you forced me into marriage last night?”

 “Trust me, you were more than willing,”

 “I was drunk. I don't care what's going on with you and my family, but I strongly suggest you settle it with them. This is my life, and no one gets to sell me off and make decisions for me, or force me into a marriage with the devil no less. 

 Something in my words seemed to amuse him. He pulled from the wall and trekked the long distance to the door. “Put some damn clothes on. Pack your things we leave in an hour,”

 “What? Like hell I'm going anywhere with you. I was drunk last night senseless. I don't give a fuck what I said or what I was thinking. You know that, so let's stop wasting both of our time and get a divorce,”

 He stopped with a hand on the door. The corners of his lips tipped up with a smile of dark amusement. “I'll let you know when I start taking orders from little American women, and forget every thought of having a divorce. It's not happening,” He pulled the door open and stepped out of the room. “You have just an hour,” He added over his shoulder before the door slammed shut. 

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    TIFFANY WEST I didn't even bother getting dressed. I donned one of the robes hanging in the exquisite bathroom, heading straight to my hotel room. I sent Elena a text while I tried recalling what had happened last night, but all I could recall were fragments. And soon, small fragments began to make a whole. I remembered Elena helping me up to my room and into my bed. God knew I wished I had remained there. But not the case. Somehow I found myself at the party going on in the hotel bar. Everything from there remained a blur from the second I met Lorenzo up until the stroke of my ink on the marriage certificate. It was damned obvious I didn't have a gun pointed at my head when I signed my life away. I had always known my bad decision would catch up to me one day. In short minutes, Elena entered the room in nothing more than a pink night dress and jacket like she had just woken up or that was the closest thing she could grab as soon as she saw my text. She raised her brow. “Tiffany wh

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  • Bound To The Devil    8

    TIFFANY WEST I leaned against the adjoined door, listening to the subtle noise that lingered in Lorenzo's room. It was a few minutes past four am when I'd been startled awake by the sounds from his room. It seemed he had just returned home. After a few more minutes, the door from his room opened and closed again. He had left?Gently, I pull my open, peeking into his room. He wasn't in. I stepped into his room. It was eerily dark. With dark walls and mahogany furniture, it had a masculine touch.I left his room, the cold from the marble tiles seeping into my feet. The lights in the mansion had been turned off. I wandered around, heading to the front door, but it was locked as well as the back door.The only light that was on was coming from down the hallway. I walked towards the hall opening, and took a right, heading into uncharted territory. There were more paintings down this way. More rooms too. I heard a clang as I approached the glass door at the very end. Then another. Weight

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  • Bound To The Devil    9

    TIFFANY WESTIt was an explosion of fire, bursting inside me, spreading from my stomach to the tip of my fingers, and shamelessly, thoughtlessly, I kissed him back.Fuck. It hadn't even lasted more than a minute but I could still feel the intensity of his lips pressed against mine, invoking everything I shouldn't feel. But I did. It was intense, resurrecting an insatiable want and need.I jerked from my thoughts, my eyes snapped up to find Stefano, the new babysitter Lorenzo had left to guard me right after he left in the morning, without saying anything about the kiss.I wasn't one to hold something as trivial as a kiss in my mind, but strangely, it had consumed my entire thoughts and I wished I hated it.I narrowed my eyes at him, trying my hardest not to glare. The guy was almost twice my size, with hard muscles and scars, and a very terrifying scowl on his face.“What's it?”“That thing's been buzzing for hours,” He pointed at my phone, and to my surprise, it had been really ringi

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  • Bound To The Devil    10

    TIFFANY WESTMy breath escaped me in one rush as Lorenzo pressed his body deeper into mine. I could feel every inch of him against me.“Lorenzo,” His name was barely a whisper against my lips, but I clung to him desperately like he was my lifeline. Tears blurred my vision, but I held them back.His gaze leveled to the open wound in my hand. They remained there for more than a second. His jaw clenched hard and muscles grew taut beneath my palm. When he brought his ice-blue eyes back to me, the darkness in his soul had licked into his eyes, filling them with black. His gaze held a silent promise of retaliation.“Where are you hiding whore? Viktor wants to see his fucking whore, fortunately, he doesn't care if we bring you dead or alive. After all, you were his before the fucker stole you,” The voice echoed around us, drawing closer.The hold on his gun tightened, his head tilted to the side, listening for a second. I could hear the heavy footfalls of my chasers, they were drawing close.

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  • Bound To The Devil    10.1

    “Fuck. With the excruciating pain, I feel, it might as well still be in there,” My fingers curled into his shirt, digging into his arm as he used scissors to cut through my shirt, ripping it off until I was only in my blood-stained white lacy bra.He examined the fresh wound carefully before he picked up a cotton wool and began to gently clean the wound himself.I swallowed, stunned quiet. His gentle touch against my skin ignited something deep inside of me. A flame. Burning to life in my chest, and consuming every inch of me. His gentleness was shocking.I couldn't remember the last time anyone had ever done something like this for me. Not since Dad. How could a man be so cold, and yet so warm all at once?The pain was excruciating nonetheless. Even after he had cleaned it up and carefully dressed it, it still hurt like a bitch.“The Doc would take another look at it when he gets here,” I nodded. My unharmed hand behind my back to unclip my bra. “I need to get out of these,”Lorenzo

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  • Bound To The Devil    19

    ELENA DUVALI had gone to one of the guest rooms downstairs to shower. By the time I was done, and headed back to the bedroom, Dimitri had left. And as usual, he didn't come home that night.No matter how hard I tried I couldn't shake the memory of Dimitri's mouth on mine. The firmness of his lips. The heat of his body. The subtle expensive scent of his cologne and the self-assured weight of his hand around my waist.Days later, I could still feel the vividness of the moment as clearly as if it'd just happened, and what was worse, everywhere I turned, the little display at the bathroom kept sneaking back into my mind no matter how hard I tried to banish it.It was infuriating. But not as infuriating as coming home every day to a silent, spotless house. Dimitri had left for Europe on a business trip the next day after the Glam event, and our unfinished conversation.It had been a week already since I had last seen him, and I only found out yesterday that he had returned to New York, bu

  • Bound To The Devil    18

    ELENA DUVALTo say in absolute honesty, I couldn't stand the silence on the drive back home. It was everything between suffocating and uncomfortable, especially with just the two of us in his Ferrari. He had simply collected the keys from Chris, insisting on driving.This was the first time we were together, alone in a car and somehow the car felt so small or was it just me?I looked out the window to the rear mirror and I noticed Allen closely behind in the silver Mercedes we had driven all day.I flicked a gaze over to Dimitri. He had his eyes trained on the road.He was pissed. But I had no idea why. If it was because I had showed up unannounced or because I had kissed him unexpectedly.Or maybe because of the little drama with the Whitmans or maybe it was my dress. With the annoyed glance, he threw my way before we got into the car. I could tell he hated the dress too but I wasn't sure why.I leaned back into the leather seats, and thankfully, we soon arrived at the Ford's mansion

  • Bound To The Devil    17

    ELENA DUVALI wasn't sure if what I was seeing was real or not at this point. I wasn't sure if I was imagining things, but the look in his eyes darkened as his gaze trekked down my body. Almost as if he was undressing me, leaving me completely bare before him. And the crazy part was, I liked it. I swallowed a lump in my throat as I felt the curious gazes of his companions shift on me, and then suddenly, one after the other, I felt curious gazes travel over to me.“They are all staring at us,” I muttered over to Tiffany under my dazzling smile, still keeping Dimitri's gaze. I just couldn't seem to look away, not with how he was looking at me.“Not us beautiful, they are staring at you, everyone wants to know who this sexy as fuck goddess is, Elena,” I could barely hear Tiffany's voice over the heat of Dimitri's gaze. It was distracting. I could see the curiosity in his gaze as well, eager to know what the hell was going on in my head.From my peripheral vision, a face crept into my v

  • Bound To The Devil    16.1

    “I'll tell you once we meet,” I said finally, before disconnecting.I pulled my gaze out of the window and into the evening darkness. I swear on my life Dad, Mum, I would send every one of them to hell, I would get back our company, restore our family's honor, and find my sisters. I swear this to you.“Allen, we'll make a stop at Lewis and Sons,” I said and he nodded with a “Yes, ma'am,”Soon, we pulled up at the luxurious curated mall, which was one of the Ford Empire Group's largest fashion subsidiaries. I was in the VIP section, going through some accessories to match the dress I had picked that was perfect for tonight. The Glam event was set to start by seven, and it was already a few minutes to the hour of seven. But I still had at least two hours before I made my appearance there.Tiffany joined me a few minutes later, and we started the necessary preparations for tonight. She was also attending tonight's party and had managed to secure two invites for us.It was a few minutes

  • Bound To The Devil    16

    ELENA DUVALI found Allen waiting for me beside the car just outside Mr Richardson Villa.He straightened up as soon as he saw me. “Ma'am, are we done?” I stopped walking, turning around to glance back at the villa, my hand on the brown envelope tightened. Everything Mr Richardson had said, rushing like a in my mind. His words and warnings.“Are you still going through this?” Mr Richardson had asked me, but what else did he expect me to do? I just found out the Whitmans were the cause of my parents' deaths and they stole my company. This wasn't just about revenge, or getting back the company. It was more than that. It was figuring out what happened to my family.Why would the Whitmans go to such great lengths to destroy us?Who were these people? Why did they want D&M Corp so bad that they had to destroy my family?And most importantly, who had my sisters? I had a feeling this wasn't just a case of missing persons. Someone took my sisters. And that someone was ensuring I would neve

  • Bound To The Devil    15

    ELENA DUVALI glanced at the time on my phone. It was a few minutes past the hour of three. I took in a deep breath, sipping from the glass of water on the table. I couldn't keep calm and I couldn't seem to stop my racing heart either. I tried to distract myself from the train of thoughts with the beautiful fountain almost at the center of Mr Richardson's home. It was beautiful. We had one like that in my family's villa in Texas.I was currently at Mr Richardson Villa. After I literally ambushed him in the parking lot, I suggested we go to a nearby restaurant to talk, but he insisted we go somewhere private. Somewhere safer. I rubbed my palms against one another, while I waited for him outside under the shade. And I straightened my shoulder as I saw him approach me with a brown envelope.“Elena,” He called my name as he settled in his chair and I leaned forward.“Mr Richardson,”“Please let's drop the formalities, call me as you've always,” He placed the brown paper on the table, le

  • Bound To The Devil    14.1

    I left the beach and made my way back to the mansion. On my way, I put a call through to Tiffany.“Tiff, what do you know about the merger between D&M Corporation and the Whitmans?” I asked quickly, hearing Tiffany's deep sigh over the phone.“Did you remember something?”“I just found out Krystal Group was a result of a merger between Dad's company and the Whitmans,”“Yeah, that's true. It happened right after your parents died. Your dad had signed the merger and I believe sold off his shares to the Whitmans—”“Dad would never. D&M Corporation was his life. Dad wouldn't just sign it off especially since Tyler turned out to be such a cheating bastard. The Whitmans were the ones desperate for that merger to save their crumbling company. Dad wouldn't just hand it over to them,” I was fuming with rage. Just the thought of it riled me up.“Well, you know, with the fraud, illegal dealings and bankruptcy D&M Corp was facing at the time, a merger or acquisition would have been the best optio

  • Bound To The Devil    14

    ELENA DUVALI inhaled, blinking my thoughts and the unsettling feeling away and as I shifted my attention back to Dimitri he was staring at me with that gaze that was literally saying “You wanted to talk, now talk, Elena”The memory of the look in his eyes the last time I had seen him sent a ghost of shiver down my spine.“You didn't come home last night, or the night before,” I struggled to keep my voice firm.“So you are really keeping tabs on me,” He said, dropping the cigarette between his fingers on a glass while his thumb ran through the bottom of his lips and amusement flashed in his depths.“Seeing as I am your wife, I believe I have earned that right,” I breathed in calmly. And involuntarily, without warning, my gaze moved to his expertly styled hair.It was always neat and perfect, so much so that I always felt the tempting urge to run my fingers through its softness. “It's not like I'm asking you where you were, or with whom,” I paused on my words as Dimitri leaned back in

  • Bound To The Devil    13

    DIMITRI CASTELLOMy brows furrowed and the corners of my eyes had begun to darken.Just one glance at her sent the blood rushing in my bones boiling. She was a fucking mess and I couldn't think straight. Just the red marks around her chin, neck, and Jesus, the fucking bruise on her lips made something within me snap. And I felt the anger that crept up beneath my skin. It was slow but searing. “Who hit you?” Was the first thing that left my lips as I withdrew my hand from her face. My voice was low and dark, sending a trembling shiver down her spine.Her body stilled suddenly, and I knew it wasn't because of the fucking rain. She was scared. She had no idea just what I was capable of but at least she had an inkling.“No one,” She answered with a trembling voice. Maybe I'd believe her if she wasn't a fidgeting mess already or if she wasn't covered in bruises. But nah, not even then.I knew it was a fucking mistake bringing her here. I'd known why she begged me to come here. To see tha

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