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GINEVRA "Izzy, I need you." Silence. Harsh pants. Ragged breaths. A hum. “I will find you.” A sharp intake of breath found its way into my nostrils when Izzy’s unmistakable, beautiful, melodious voice graced my ear drum. Four words—I will find you—that was all she had said to me before the call beeped to an end. How had she intended to find me? What kind of person was she now? Was she still a free spirit? Was she able to keep her father’s organization running, or did she build hers from the ground up? Many diverse thoughts had flooded my mind, tugging at the strings of my heart for answers. Answers that could only be made available by the subject matter. All I had to do was wait until she found me as promised. Two days. I had been away from my estate for two days, perhaps recuperating, perhaps dreading coming back to this house that held a lot of memories shared between Ghost and I. Whatever the reason, I was done running. Standing by the huge door of my manor, I scan
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GINEVRA "Fucking coward." His eyes, sharp, were on mine. “What did you just say to me?” “You heard me, Ghost, you are a coward. You get off on running away from your problems instead of facing them like the man you pretend to be.” A chuckle, filled with darkness, resonated. “I run not because I am fainthearted, but your tears. . .to watch you cry, Ginevra, right in front of me, because of me, that I cannot stand.” “Quit with the pretense, Mr. Sanchez. Nothing you say or do could ever change the way I feel about you. I hate you.” Ricardo’s brows shot up, “You hate me?” “I do.” I answered. He said, “No you don’t.” “I do hate you, Ricardo Sanchez. With every breath and every tears, and every pain which you have caused me–I hate you.” Liar! My subconscious sang furiously, forcing a staggered breath from my parted lips. I love you, Ricardo. The words hung heavy on the tip of my tongue, weighing heavy in my heart. Those words, I hated so much, and yet, there were meant for the m
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GINEVRA Time stilled, the palpitations of my heart going ballistic against my throat–so ballistic that my head spun with overwhelm. He was playing my game, Ricardo Sanchez was playing my game and he was clearly perfect at it. I had fluttered my eyes at him, intending to sway his mind with my demure seduction, but the man’s sanity had snapped irrecoverably. His sanity had snapped so much that the fiery gaze in his orbs had me burning up on the inside. With a roll of his eyes as though tired of my stalling, the barrel of the gun which he had in hand met my temple. “Get on your knees, Ginevra. He repeated, this time with a more chilling tone. Disturbing. Overly confident, I asked. "You are not going to shoot me, are you?" The gun’s handle met my temple with a hard slam that clouded my line of vision with black dots. I could’ve sworn I was passed out for a quick minute. I stumbled. Once. Twice. Thrice. A firm hand grasped my forearm, forcing me to steady my stance. And then, I
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GINEVRA Continuous humming of a song relentlessly echoed through the walls of the shower, firm fingers massaging my scalp, nearly lulling me to slumber. Ricardo had been tending to my body, his hands against my skin, delicate, soft, gentle as though he feared he would hurt me if he handled me with a little roughness. My smile grew so big my cheeks were physically hurting. Ricardo was excessively playful–it surprised me, how relaxed he seemed to have been with me. How he laughed carelessly while he teased me, how his eyes held glistening excitement. Perhaps, he truly was happy. Perhaps it had pleased him to know that we could still share intimacy even after his lies were discovered. Perhaps for a moment, we had forgotten the status of our relationship. We had forgotten the enmity which existed between us, and opened up to each other–giving ourselves to one another as we were. Void of any meaningful association–in our purest form. The shower wasn’t a quick one, but it was one I
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GINEVRA “I feel it too, Ricardo, that heaviness in my heart. Just as intense as you do.” A declaration, one that had been made in the moment when souls danced together, one that signified the agreement that had been silently made by our hearts. One that sealed us. One that had Ricardo’s lips tipping up into a smile. An adorable smile, one which I had always longed for—a real smile. I laid there, naked and open to him, watching him with hooded eyes as he slowly. . .cautiously and eagerly mounted my body. All that kept us apart was our soft skin. I stared at him. I saw him. He stared at me. He saw me. Our heads had bobbed in unison as if to somehow grant one another permission to explore our souls. My thighs were slowly shifting apart, and although indignant, I had felt my pelvis weakening as Ricardo kissed my skin, slowly caressing me. The heat of his skin against mine, his gentle touches, everything he was willingly offering, I had been so stimulated by it all—this pleas
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GINEVRA Joy comes in the morning. But my morning came with confusion, with the inability to make choices that could help serve my purpose. My life had always been a constant struggle with the continuous need to make choices—choices that brought success, choices that built self-esteem, choices that brought destruction, choices that brought about a fully fulfilling life. I had always had to make the right choices. But what even was the right choice? I, Ginevra Rodriguez, was born with a purpose. My life as a Rodriguez was endured for years for that purpose, and something as foolish as the pleasures of love couldn’t be allowed to take away my purpose. I had to choose. So, when my eyes opened to an empty bed, when I quickly indulged in my morning routine, when I walked down the stairs almost limping, I had made the decision to bring to an end whatever it was that existed between Ricardo Sanchez and I. Physical pleasure, emotional fulfillment, it all had to stop. Approaching th
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RICARDO To stay or to go. To agree or to disagree. To live or to die. To love or to hate. Why weren't life’s decisions made that easy? Who in their right mind thought it wise to make things too complicated than they needed to be? Now, I had to suffer those complications. To achieve one’s purpose, difficult choices were to be made—difficult choices which served your actual purpose, and some which served the selfish desires of the heart. Ginevra made that choice this morning—the choice which served her purpose. Deep within my heart’s space, I had always known what I was to Ginevra. A danger, a hindrance to her purpose, an unneeded distraction. So, I had expected her to call off whatever it was we shared, but nothing had prepared me for the pain that came with hearing her call it off. And nothing had prepared me for the stubborness in my heart. I had never cried before anyone. The first person to witness my tears was my mother, and the last to witness them too, was my mothe
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GINEVRA When my meeting with the Pakhan came to an end, I had walked robotically into my car, Cyrus’s voice echoing distinctly as he ordered the convoy to head for the Rodriguez headquarters. It had only begun dawning on me, the realization that I was about to stir up the fury of men who had always been desperate to spill my blood—men who didn’t think I was deserving of my position. It had dawned on me that I was about to consciously start a war with the man whom I couldn’t stand to see hurt. Ricardo Sanchez. My Ghost. Emotionally, I was drained. Physically, my confliction was evident. When Ricardo knelt before me, confessing his feelings, had he meant any of the words which came out of his mouth? When he confessed to loving me, was it real or was it his way of exploiting my weakness? If Ricardo truly loved me, was it right that I was plotting his downfall? Questions after questions after questions tugged at the strings of my heart. There were lots of choices to be made, and y
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
