GINEVRA I sat there in the thick night, observing the mess I and Ricardo made and watching the candles burn out, all the while pouring myself one shot after another of tequila—getting wasted and pondering on what my decision would be. I had two things I wanted so badly. First, I wanted to have Ricardo killed in the most gruesome way possible. Second, I wanted to have Ricardo over at my house every other night, fucking me just the way he did a few minutes ago. One thing was certain, my choice had to be one or the other. There wasn’t anything in the world that could let me have both. So, I had to make a pick. Still, questions remained—what was my choice going to be? What choice was safer than the other? What would a head of a family do? Footsteps had begun approaching from behind me, a few voices muttering words over and over again, and some, cackling loudly. I hadn’t cared to move or be alarmed by the sudden intrusion, because I had an inclination who those people were. The on
GINEVRA Twenty four hours had passed and I had been so busy I could pass out. I put in a lot of effort for the development of this drugs and I made certain I oversaw distributions and productions since it hit the market. Seeing that The Pakhan of Bratva had been the first to endorse the product, a lot of high ranking men in the underworld followed suit. But, that was not to say I hadn't gained myself more enemies. However, my safety was assured. For a few more weeks at least. Enemies hadn’t made a move to hurt me physically, but one notable enemy had caused me emotional pain in the hours which had passed. Ricardo Sanchez. That bastard had announced his engagement, less than twenty four hours of professing his feelings for me. Never once had I imagined myself possessive of Ricardo, but the moment when the details of Ricardo’s engagement had reached my ears, something demonic had stirred awake in my heart. My blood had rushed through my veins with the need to cause harm. Ricar
RICARDO One hour. I had been seated here, for a whole hour, quietly listening to the jumbled words that had been spilling nonstop from my father’s mouth. Didn’t the old man get tired of talking? Gesù Cristo. “I’ve told you many times how beneficial this marriage with Theresa will turn out, but you wouldn’t listen to me because—”Fucks sake. My patience snapped. "Fuck!” I growled. “I’ve said it a million times, but if you need me to keep screaming it until you fully understand, Luigi, then listen carefully. This marriage and whatever you hope to achieve with this alliance will never work. Got it?” "Because of that whore?" Theresa scowled. My inability to act upon my anger and smack the shit out of Theresa’s mouth had taken a lot of self restraint. She had no right speaking about my woman in such a condescending tone. "You will not speak of my woman in that tone, Theresa. You might have my father by your side but that doesn't give you any right to meddle in my affairs, do you
GINEVRA Settling in the backseat of the car, a shuddered breath rumbled against my chest, my fingers raking through my hair, smoothing the rough edges. "Well, that was something." Dominico laughed beside me. A grunt escaped me, a chuckle following. "Shut up Nico." Paulo, who had been focused on activating and stabilizing the connection between his computer and the bug in Ricardo's office had suddenly declared, “we are finally in!” Cheers erupted in the car, Dominico smacking the back of Paulo’s head as he rained praises on him. "What now?" I asked just as the car sped off, looking over at Raul for answers. "We wait to see if we are able to get any hints on how to access his security system.” He answered. “And if we don’t?” I further inquired. Raul hummed, “we would have to find a way to make him want to change his whole security system." My brows squinted. "If it came down to him changing his security system, we'd have to sneak Paulo in and have him work with his security te
RICARDO "Dance with me." That was all I could say at that moment when rage had taken over me. If I attempted saying any word other than that, I would've gone mad. Ginevra was quite the stubborn one and she certainly loved people dying on her account. But I'd be a fool if I said I was not intimidated by the man she attended this event with. He was unpredictable, his aura one I couldn’t easily decipher. And the manner at which he blended in with the crowd, disappearing like he was never here—there was something about this one. He wasn't just a random guy and I knew this by the way Ginevra interacted with him. He meant something more to her. "I did not open your doors so other people could walk through it." I whispered as my hand snaked Ginevra's waist leading her to dance. "What fun would it be if it were one person walking through that door," she answered. My jaw involuntarily clenched. "Mind telling me who that was, Ginevra." I gritted. Tightening her grip on my bicep, a scof
GINEVRA I had spent hours on the road since Ricardo decided to drive me all the way to the outskirts of the city and dump me there. I was satisfied that Raul's plan to keep Ricardo distracted had worked out, but one thing which had bothered me was the man Ricardo had killed. Why was he dressed like Raul? Why did he look like Raul? Had Raul hired a double? Those were the questions which plagued my mind as I fiddled with my fingers. The drive home was long, excruciating, and uncomfortably quiet. My body and pussy were sore, I was tipsy, and the glare Ricardo's soldier who was assigned with the duty of driving me back to my estate, had unnerved me. I could easily trust Ricardo with my life, but anyone who worked for the Sanchez's appeared to me as danger and I could never overlook it—especially tonight, considering that I had no means of communicating with anyone. After Ricardo's driver had dropped me off in front of my manor and drove off, I began approaching my front doo
GINEVRA I still had enough reasons to live another day tired and disappointed as there was an unfinished business waiting. Two weeks after the ball, following tons and tons of messages from the Sanchez's to have a meeting, I finally accepted, and today, I sat there in the Sanchez's conference room with a bunch of big players in the Sanchez mafia discussing—or rather having them coerce me into stopping the distribution of my new drugs in their territories. I was starting to think it was a mistake attending this meeting, considering that certain people seated in the conference room had me irritated. Everyone dressed up nice in their official attire, Ricardo in his black tailored suit, Alex in a navy blue piece, and Ricardo's cousin whose name I couldn't remember in a gray tux. They were still a bunch of other excruciatingly attractive men in the room but the one person who irritated me the most was Theresa Mattia. Why the fuck was she in attendance and ruining my fun with her disgu
GINEVRA I sat in my limo, my legs thrown on the leather seat while I watched the little drama I orchestrated unfold. The drone was activated almost immediately and I logged unto the server. The first image which came to light was Theresa's mother, shopping in an exquisite store, her lips stretched wide in a grin like a child handed a cotton candy. My eyes had rolled to the back of my head at the sight. She had no right to be happy. Anyone who was related to Theresa Mattia had no right wearing smiles on their faces. They deserved to suffer. "Do it where people can see." I ordered through clenched teeth. "Is that how much you hate this Theresa girl?" Paulo had asked, and I could tell by his tone that he was trying to make a joke. "Of course, she hates her, Theresa is trying to take away her little play thing after all." Dominico dragged out the joke. I cleared my throat. “She’s responsible for Cyrus’s death.” Harley’s chuckle resonated. “Or maybe she’s tryna sit on your m
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