RICARDO One week later. I fucked up, and I hated myself for it. In a fit of rage, in those minutes when I felt nothing but betrayal, I had done things which I was too ashamed of. The memories of the strained look in those mesmerizing orbs of hers, the tears which had run free across her beautiful face, and her trembling voice when she pleaded her innocence, had been taunting my soul ever since. How could I have ever done that to the woman I claimed to love? How could I have ever made such a hasty conclusion and acted as stupidly as I did? These questions had been a torment to my mind for seven days, causing me to wallow in the misery of my mistakes. I knew it was my moment of confusion, or rage, still, I took it a little too far. "Brother, again she turned them down." Alex had said the instant he barged into my office. Ginevra had been in the hospital for over seven days after suffering a concussion, and I'd been desperately doing my best to see that I made an appearance befo
GINEVRA I had been in the hospital for a week. It took me at least three days to get back on my feet but my body needed the rest and I took it, making sure to feel refreshed and ready to face the world and its hassle once again. There I was on that bed, surrounded by gifts, roses, all shades of it sent by Ricardo as though he wasn’t the one who put me on that hospital bed. Except for when Ricardo’s men would deliver his gifts, and when Izzy, who often disguised herself as a nurse to sneak into my private ward and see how well I was doing, I got not even a visitor. Not one. Only then did I realize how awfully boring and lonely my life had been. I made a promise to myself—a promise that whenever this phase of my life passed, I was going to live a better life. To actually live. Today I was getting discharged, and after tons of check-ups, I was finally ready to leave with my driver who had been waiting for me the whole day. The moment I arrived the estate, I headed straight to the u
GINEVRA I had never been this anxious all my life. I had never had to constantly looking over my shoulders in anticipation for the worst. I had never had to constantly question my capabilities. Until recent times. One week. It had been a week since my plans were put into action. It had been a week since all available products were successfully transported to a different location while I continuously visited the abandoned warehouse, conducting my regular business transactions as though nothing was amiss. The whole point of this was to lure the Sanchez's and their cohorts in, use my own landscape to my advantage. The plan was simple, and what remained was the perfect execution. My men were guarding the whole area, perfectly hidden away in the bushes, heavily equipped with guns, grenades, bullets—every firearm needed for maximum defense when an attack was launched. Today, overlooking all my protests, Raul had adamantly followed me into the warehouse like the stubborn man he was.
GINEVRA The blood which had soaked me up earlier had dried up against my skin, causing the feel of disgust. From my stab wound, blood had continuously overflown. I was in pain, but I had a goal. Until my goal was attained, I didn’t care if I bled to death. I brought my bike to a stop when Sanchez's headquarters came into view. My binoculars were gripped in both hands while I monitored the entire vicinity. Soldiers, lots of them, stationed on guard with their guns in hand. They were expecting me. I was weak, bloodied, disgusted, battered, and I was alone, about to face vicious animals all by myself. I sat in contemplation on my motorbike. To move forward, or to give up? I chose the former. Like I said, this world of ours, the mafia was a death pact. It was until death did you apart. If today was my day, I'd accept it but not before making the most out of it. Picking up my phone, I dialed the manor. Paulo answered. "How is he?" my voice shook as I enquired about Raul’s con
GINEVRA One week later. One. Two. Three. Three knocks resounded on my door, startling me back to reality. “Come!” Gracie walked in, a forced smile etched on her lips. “I just concluded my daily checkup on Raul. . .he really is recovering quicker than I expected.” A chuckle had escaped her as she reported Raul’s health condition to me. In silence, I watched her face, observing the depth of her frown—her unhappy eyes. When Gracie was finished talking, she began approaching the door when I called her back. “Gracie, could you sit with me for a second?” She hesitated, but when I shot her my pleading eyes, she had instantly succumbed. I scooted close to her and held her hand in mine. Our eyes connected with a swirl of emotions as silence encased us. My heart knew what her heart held, and Gracie’s heart knew what my heart held. The understanding of the heaviness in our hearts had forced tears out of our eyes. “Not even an invite to his funeral, Ginevra.” Her body quaked while she hu
GINEVRA "Julia?" "Oh God. . .no. . .no. . .no." I found myself in a dark, smoke-filled alleyway, when a ray of light appeared in a corner, I followed its direction until I got to the end of it where the light shone so bright. But all of that changed in a split second. There was blood, too much of it, flowing like a river towards my direction, threatening to drown me. I looked down and found that Julia was laying lifeless on the ground, all burnt up and disfigured. I called out to her many times, yet, I was met with silence. I leaned down, attempting to graze her face with my fingers when her eyes shot open, blood spewing out of them. "You left me." Her thunderous, monstrous voice ricocheted. The blood which had been drowning me suddenly dried up. I took to my heels, screaming for help while Julia chased after me. "You fucking coward, they killed me and you let them breathe. I hate you; I hate leaving everything to you. You're a disappointment." Her voice kept ringing in my e
RICARDO Death, one word that carried depth. Something that had never and will never be evitable. It creeped up at your doorstep, taking you unaware just when your life began holding meaning. The funniest thing about death was how many people begged for it, yet, it didn’t come. Many people forced it upon themselves. And many people planned out how it'd play out for them. Death was dreaded by all, yet, a lot of people obsessed over it—I might’ve been one of those people who were obsessively fascinated by death. How else could I describe the way I lived my life? Hiding from people, taking up the name—Ghost, living in the shadows. . . I lived a baseless life until I met my doom and she pulled me out of the shadows and made me her own; her target. The first time I met Ginevra Rodriguez, I knew I was doomed. What was more baffling was the knowing that she was my ruin, still, I couldn't keep my distance. That was who she was, an enchantress. She pulled me all the way in and entrap
GINEVRA I put on an all back overall, black combat boots, a red wig, and enough make up to help enhance my disguise as I readied myself to attend Ricardo's funeral. My friends thought it an extremely bad idea to be around the Sanchez's at a time like this—a time when they were burying their son who was murdered by me, but I had no care in the world. How could I bring myself to stay home while a better part of me was being put into the ground? How could I sit there knowing that if I at least had a little bit of control over my intrusive thoughts, then we wouldn't have been in that messed up situation? Ten days, one week and three days ago, I shot Ricardo twice. In his heart. And ever since that day, I had been in the run. I could never forget that night when I suffered a panic attack and the chaos that ensued immediately Alex had left with Ricardo's lifeless body. I could never forget how I scrunched myself up in a corner, clawing at my head, neck and face in attempt to shut out t
Hello guys, we have finally come to the end of the story between Ginevra Rodriguez and Ricardo Sanchez.Like I said at the beginning of this book—the TW—this book is not your traditional romance; therefore the end is justifiable.Their love wasn’t built upon truth and transparency. Ginevra lured Ricardo in because she had a mission, and Ricardo had lied to Ginevra from the first day they met.The both of them got off from hurting each other, both physically, mentally, and emotionally. And no level of love could ever salvage such wickedness.I love love, and I love the concept of love—because it’s a beautiful emotion. But sometimes, love has to be shut off to get things done.There was no way I’d let Ginevra go through so much in her life for this one mission to wipe out the Sanchez’s only for her to change her mind because of love.Never!First, the love was shitty. Second, she had come a long way for something like love to deter her.When I first completed this book, both Ginevra and
GINEVRA In my last moments when Izzy begged me to have a rethink, my eyes zeroed in on Raul who had a stoic expression, but ropes of tears were untamed against his trembling cheeks. Dominico was not a man who hid his emotions; therefore, he was sitting on the bare floor, his eyes bloodshot red from all the tears he had cried. Paulo who was in a way my support system. . .he was crumbling. There wasn't a word enough to describe the pain his features held. Harley who was a mess. I wouldn't have ever imagined a day when Harley opened herself up to me in this manner. Everyone who loved me stood before me but there were two people whom I loved, and yet, they weren't there. My son and my husband. If ever I was given an opportunity to speak to Ricardo one more time, what was I going to say? "Ricardo, I'm standing by the edge and my only wish is to see your ghost, to hold your hand one last time. Because I'm running wild and the thought of you tears me apart. My heart is broken, my leg
IZZY GONZALES As we drove through the private road, my mind had drifted to Ginevra. She had always made it a point to stay locked up in her room this past week, but this morning, she had suddenly joined us for breakfast. She made jokes and laughed a little too hard. I found it suspicious. She wasn’t the type to make those kind of jokes and wasn't she supposed to be depressed? She had just murdered the love of her life and she was making jokes? Something had to give. I cleared my throat. "Did anyone notice something suspicious about Ginevra this morning?" They all hummed. "She was all over the place and I caught her looking at us like it was the last time she'd ever see us." Raul spoke. "And when I went into her room, I saw some droplets of blood. She was even in a white dress and was styling her hair to look like a princess." Paulo added. "Ginevra doesn't like white dresses and she hated it even more after her marriage to Ricardo crumbled." Harley commented. White dress, styl
GINEVRA Another day of restlessness, another day of pain, another day of anguish, another day of regret, and another day of nightmares. I jolted out of bed with a wince and a painful ringing in my head. I was sweating profusely and I felt so damp between my legs. This was the first time I had been able to shut my eyes in one hundred and sixty eight hours and I couldn't even do it peacefully. Just as I was about to grumble, a scream tore out of my throat at the pain that coursed through my bones. I wasn't bothered. I was already used to being in constant physical pain since the day I made the biggest mistake of my life. One might think that all I had to do was cry, except, I hadn't been able to cry. I searched for that softness, and yet, I couldn't find it. And the only thing that gave me the confirmation that I was human after all, was the physical pain that would engulf every part of my body, limb to limb, every second of the day. And night. My pregnancy suddenly had suddenly g
THIRD PERSON The beautiful woman walked silently, tiredly, and defeatedly into the car that was waiting for her outside. She was drenched in blood. In the blood of her lover, in the blood of her husband and in the blood of her baby's father. And in her hands were his eyes. How could she do this? She wondered. What was going through her mind when she agreed to take his eyes? What was going through her mind when she decided that the best option was to kill her own lover? Her eyes were continuously darkening by a fraction with each passing second until she was completely overtook by the darkness that loomed. She sat in the car and her friends stared at her like she was a maniac. She paid no attention to them as her eyes were focused on those eyes she fell in love with. She was looking at them in awe as well as in disgust. She was immediately handed the tab that displayed the video footage of the man she loved as he sobbed and begged to be graced with her presence even for a minute
RICARDO What was this feeling? Why was this happening to me? Why did I have to be born into the clan of monsters? Why did I feel betrayed by the woman I loved? Questions after questions plagued me as my woman sobbed against my laps. My Ginevra, my love, my life, my treasure, the light in my life, the bane of my existence, my girl, my woman. . .my wife. Learning that my father had taken away a better part of her broke me into unimaginable pieces and I didn't want her to pardon me. I wanted her to walk out of here knowing that she didn't dedicate her life for this just so she could fail. I loved her, and she loved me, but I couldn't let her fail just because of love. What had love done to us? What had that stupid emotion done for us? It did nothing but strip us of our existence. It hurt and ruined us in ways that were despicable, so, why would she fail because of that? I had to rile her up in some way and I knew that a few harsh words could do the trick. I knew how she had litt
GINEVRA "Let me tell you a little story, Ricardo." I bit my lip and heaved out a breath before continuing. "There was this girl, only six years old at the time. she lived in her very beautiful castle back in Russia with her father who loved the fuck out of her and her mother who loved her too but was too much of a drug addict to care for her little girl." I waited a few minutes to get my emotions under control before continuing. "One day, her father took her into the forest for his hunt but when they returned, their castle had been invaded by bad men. That little girl ran into the house and immediately lost her mind when she saw her mother laying on the floor. At first, she thought that it was one of those days when her mother would overdose and pass out so she began calling out to her. ‘Mum, why are you on the floor. Come on, you'll catch a cold, let's get you to bed.’ She called out but there was no response. She didn't understand what was happening until her father held her moth
GINEVRA Today was the day I was going to fight the war I had prepared for all my life. It was the war that had kept me going, it was the war I hated to fight but was forced to indulge in, and it was a war between my love and my hate. Looking at the house where the man whom I loved was seated in, the love I had for him rose to its peak and so did the hate I felt towards him. Those two emotions, as strong as they were, played with my sanity until I was at the verge of collapsing. I had to ask myself questions that were too difficult, questions that required that I searched deep into my heart to find answers. Did I want this? Did I not want this? Those questions plagued me, but my mind had already been made up. Regret might probably come later but for now, my hate had already won the battle. It had been two months since I was almost killed by the Sanchez's. Two months since my house was blown to bits, leaving nothing but ashes behind. The memories I made with Julia, the memories I
GINEVRA If I was unaware of my conjugal endeavors last night, then the aching between my legs was all it took to jog my memory this morning. I couldn't complain. I was sore but in a good kind of way and those ocean blue eyes boring into mine with so much excitement in them were enough to make my heart melt. "Are you going to say something or would you rather stare at me like a creep for the whole day?" I grumbled, making a screeching sound as I stretched myself awake. Ricardo chuckled. "I could stare at you the whole day without getting bored." A kiss on my temple that had me smiling sheepishly. "Did you have a great night?" "What do you think?" "I think I wore you out a little too much, which is why I've made you the perfect breakfast." His tongue glided across my neck and he hummed his approval at the taste of my skin. "Why don't you go freshen up and I'll set the table." . . . "Oh my, Ricardo!" I smiled. "That breakfast was amazing. You're such a good cook. Thank you so much