[ Marcello ]It felt unbelievable, almost like a beautiful dream from which I don’t want to wake up. Ella confessed that she has feelings for me. She said those magical words to me and I kept rooted on my place, processing how should I react. She was standing right in front of me, smiling like an angel.“Will you let me kiss you now, Marcello?” Ella’s question snapped me out of my trance.“No, I won’t.” I said and her face fell.I cupped her face and pulled her closer, “I won’t let you kiss me because I want to give you a proper kiss, mon cheri.” I said and sealed our lips.She stiffened at first but then she relaxed and reacted to the kiss, it was deep and passionate. It was full of emotions, I knew how she feels about me. My happiness had no bounds. I bite on her bottom lip to explore her mouth, her lips felt delicious. I didn’t want to leave them. Our tongues fought for dominance but I wanted to prove her that she’s mine and she has found herself a passionate lover.Flash of camera
[ Ella ]The next two days passed in a blur for me because I only felt happiness, utmost happiness as Marcello planned surprise rooftop dinner dates, ball dance in French style and many more things. We grew impossibly closer, both emotionally and mentally because we understand each other.He respected our boundaries and never did something more than kissing me. He knows that I need time to open up when it comes to physical intimacy. He is giving me space to adapt myself for more than just kissing and cuddling. My respect for him grew more. My fears slowly began to disappear.I stretched my hands when we landed safely at his private airstrip. It was about the dusk time.“I am already missing Paris. I want to go there again.” I pouted.He wrapped a shawl around my shoulders, his security circle overwhelmed me because there were hundreds of armed men, all six feet tall and bulky but I have to accept his identity. He can’t play a lover boy all the time.“I’ll take you to other places when
[ Ella ]“Oh My God! Are you serious, Ella?” Rita and Lucy exclaimed when I told her about my confession during our trip.“Calm down, girls. Everyone is around. Uncle Rio shouldn’t know about this until I talk to Marcello about this first.” I eyed them and blushed thinking about the last few days when I and Marcello were inseparable.“Ella, may I ask you a question? I know you’re gonna freak out but I can’t hold my curiosity anymore.” Rita, being the craziest of all, eyed me.“Rita, no! don’t even go there. Do you want to give her a heart attack?” Lucy scolded her.“What do you want to ask, Rita?” I asked her because I didn’t get any idea of their conversation.Rita leaned on my shoulder and whispered, “Did you lose your V-card during the trip? I bet Marcello couldn’t hold himself after seeing a bombshell like you.”I coughed hearing her question. My cheeks heated up because it was something I didn’t expect her to ask me.“Rita, I told you.” Lucy slapped her head.“What is wrong in ha
[ Ella ]“Marcello, he has no right to decide for us. He is my uncle, I get it but I am an adult and I am not bound to do anything he says.” I said with crossed hands.“Calm down, Ella. You need to listen to me first. I think you should go back home. I don’t you’ll understand anything I say now. Your anger will influence your judgement.” Marcello said very calmly to me and I wondered how he was tolerating my uncle’s behavior was no less than of a dictator.“Marcello, I am in a right state of mind. You can tell me if there something I should know.” I said trying to keep myself calm.“Alright, then let’s go from here. This place will only rise your temper.” He said getting up from his seat. I followed behind him. My mood was very disturbed. It’s not that I was against the idea of marrying Marcello, but the time wasn’t right and I don’t want to rush into anything.I noticed extra security with him when I walked out of the café. His bodyguards opened the backseat doors for us and he instr
[ Ella ]“Ella, what are you going to next? This is insane.” Lucy, whom I trusted with everything, asked me after I explained the whole situation to him.“I don’t know. My head is splitting thinking about everything. I don’t know what to do and I hurt Marcello in the process. Sometimes, I think I don’t deserve a man like him.” I said shaking my head with a heavy heart.“Technically speaking, you are the owner of the café on the paper. It is famous for it’s sweet dishes like cakes, cookies and doughnuts. You can transform it into restaurant in the near future. You have loyal customers and well set up business, you just need to invest more capital and mindblowing dishes. You can live your dreams even after marrying Marcello. The marriage can’t be a big fat wedding. You can keep it low for time being if you think his name and personality will overshadow your identity.” Lucy suggested.“It’s not easy as you think, Lucy.” I said going towards the window of my room and saw guards down.“You
[ Arielle ]I gulp down, embracing myself with my hands, the heavy fur overcoat wasn’t helping much in this chilly weather as I was trying my best to reach home before my father comes. It is an unsaid rule in my house, no women should be out after six and it’s past seven thirty. I don’t need to visualize what my father would do to me if he finds out that I wasn’t home before the dusk.I live in a world where my life was decided for me even before I was born and since last twenty-one years, it has been the same. I can’t even breathe without my father’s permission. My father is Desmond Wilson, the head of the American mafia syndicate. He is the most feared man, the human incarnation of Satan, what people call him in the whispers of night. His power radiates off him, power that demanded respect and obedience from everyone, the business, enemies and family.I took a deep breath and began to walk with quick steps, I already regretted ditching my security. Sometimes, it’s my escape from my
[ Arielle ]The room shrank two sizes when the tall man, whom I had supported on my shoulder entered in my apartment. My paintings were laying in every corner, covered in dust. I hardly come here since my father found out about my passion for painting and art. He thinks it’s useless since I have to make a good, obedient wife in future.He groaned a little when I helped him to sit on the sofa and went to bring first-aid kit. Born and raised into a mafia family, treating a bullet wound wasn’t new to me. I had treated my brothers before. When I came back into the living room, the man laid back on the sofa.I knelt down and carefully removed his shirt to see the severity of the wound. It looked really bad. I took the tweezers and sterilized it before removing the bullet and the man winced. He looked in pain yet he tried to remain strong and unbothered.“You should see a doctor soon or it will get infected.” I said to him but he didn’t respond.I quickly bandaged his wound and gave him pai
[ Arielle ]A feeling of safety flowed through me when I stepped into the patio of my mansion, it was guarded heavily where a fly can’t pass without my father’s permission. Vincent dropped me outside the mansion before my security guards could stop and interrogate him.Breathing for a while, I prepared for the worst. My father’s car was parked outside. I should embrace myself for the punishment waiting for me. I could feel house maids and guards’ gaze on me as I walked passed them.“Where have you been, Miss Wilson? You did the wrong thing by escaping your security, your father doesn’t look pleased.” Parker, my head bodyguard met me in mid way. He looked disappointed.“Where is he?” I asked him avoiding his gaze.“In his home office. Please, follow me.” He said and lined behind me.He can save me from everything but not this. My heart was sinking with each step I took towards my father’s office. Disobedience always comes with punishment.The wooden doors were opened by my father’s gua
[ Ella ]“Ella, what are you going to next? This is insane.” Lucy, whom I trusted with everything, asked me after I explained the whole situation to him.“I don’t know. My head is splitting thinking about everything. I don’t know what to do and I hurt Marcello in the process. Sometimes, I think I don’t deserve a man like him.” I said shaking my head with a heavy heart.“Technically speaking, you are the owner of the café on the paper. It is famous for it’s sweet dishes like cakes, cookies and doughnuts. You can transform it into restaurant in the near future. You have loyal customers and well set up business, you just need to invest more capital and mindblowing dishes. You can live your dreams even after marrying Marcello. The marriage can’t be a big fat wedding. You can keep it low for time being if you think his name and personality will overshadow your identity.” Lucy suggested.“It’s not easy as you think, Lucy.” I said going towards the window of my room and saw guards down.“You
[ Ella ]“Marcello, he has no right to decide for us. He is my uncle, I get it but I am an adult and I am not bound to do anything he says.” I said with crossed hands.“Calm down, Ella. You need to listen to me first. I think you should go back home. I don’t you’ll understand anything I say now. Your anger will influence your judgement.” Marcello said very calmly to me and I wondered how he was tolerating my uncle’s behavior was no less than of a dictator.“Marcello, I am in a right state of mind. You can tell me if there something I should know.” I said trying to keep myself calm.“Alright, then let’s go from here. This place will only rise your temper.” He said getting up from his seat. I followed behind him. My mood was very disturbed. It’s not that I was against the idea of marrying Marcello, but the time wasn’t right and I don’t want to rush into anything.I noticed extra security with him when I walked out of the café. His bodyguards opened the backseat doors for us and he instr
[ Ella ]“Oh My God! Are you serious, Ella?” Rita and Lucy exclaimed when I told her about my confession during our trip.“Calm down, girls. Everyone is around. Uncle Rio shouldn’t know about this until I talk to Marcello about this first.” I eyed them and blushed thinking about the last few days when I and Marcello were inseparable.“Ella, may I ask you a question? I know you’re gonna freak out but I can’t hold my curiosity anymore.” Rita, being the craziest of all, eyed me.“Rita, no! don’t even go there. Do you want to give her a heart attack?” Lucy scolded her.“What do you want to ask, Rita?” I asked her because I didn’t get any idea of their conversation.Rita leaned on my shoulder and whispered, “Did you lose your V-card during the trip? I bet Marcello couldn’t hold himself after seeing a bombshell like you.”I coughed hearing her question. My cheeks heated up because it was something I didn’t expect her to ask me.“Rita, I told you.” Lucy slapped her head.“What is wrong in ha
[ Ella ]The next two days passed in a blur for me because I only felt happiness, utmost happiness as Marcello planned surprise rooftop dinner dates, ball dance in French style and many more things. We grew impossibly closer, both emotionally and mentally because we understand each other.He respected our boundaries and never did something more than kissing me. He knows that I need time to open up when it comes to physical intimacy. He is giving me space to adapt myself for more than just kissing and cuddling. My respect for him grew more. My fears slowly began to disappear.I stretched my hands when we landed safely at his private airstrip. It was about the dusk time.“I am already missing Paris. I want to go there again.” I pouted.He wrapped a shawl around my shoulders, his security circle overwhelmed me because there were hundreds of armed men, all six feet tall and bulky but I have to accept his identity. He can’t play a lover boy all the time.“I’ll take you to other places when
[ Marcello ]It felt unbelievable, almost like a beautiful dream from which I don’t want to wake up. Ella confessed that she has feelings for me. She said those magical words to me and I kept rooted on my place, processing how should I react. She was standing right in front of me, smiling like an angel.“Will you let me kiss you now, Marcello?” Ella’s question snapped me out of my trance.“No, I won’t.” I said and her face fell.I cupped her face and pulled her closer, “I won’t let you kiss me because I want to give you a proper kiss, mon cheri.” I said and sealed our lips.She stiffened at first but then she relaxed and reacted to the kiss, it was deep and passionate. It was full of emotions, I knew how she feels about me. My happiness had no bounds. I bite on her bottom lip to explore her mouth, her lips felt delicious. I didn’t want to leave them. Our tongues fought for dominance but I wanted to prove her that she’s mine and she has found herself a passionate lover.Flash of camera
[ Ella ]“Oh My God! I can’t believe on my eyes that I am seeing the Eiffel Tower with my own fucking eyes.” I exclaimed closing my mouth, I was jumping in excitement.“Let me take your pictures, mon cheri.” He said and picked out his camera which he brought with him and I gave various poses in front of illuminated tower. My happiness had no bound.“Hey, Marcello, come here and let’s take some pictures together.” I called him. I wanted to tressure these moments with him.“Are you sure, mon cheri? Once you post them on your social media, your neighbours will have a heart attack if they see us together and you in social media update.” He said while we took some pictures together, they were cute poses, mostly by me.“I want to keep these photos private, they’re not for everyone to see. I want to keep some moments to myself.” I said and he looked at me with a different emotion and at the same time, I clicked a perfect candid picture.“This is the best one, see.” I said pointing at the scr
[ Ella ]I woke up late as I was up very late at night, watching movies on the television. I was panicked when I saw the clock, it was ten in the morning, I did my morning routine quickly and came out of my room to check upon Marcello who was reading a newspaper, he was wearing only shirt and casual jeans.“Good morning, mon cheri.” He wished me without looking up.“Good morning, Mr. Romano. I am sorry, I slept more than usual.” I apologized and sat down in front of him.He placed his newspaper down and went to the coffee machine. He handed me a brewing cup of coffee.“Have this first. Do you want to have breakfast here or want to explore more options outside?” He asked me.“I’ll go for a brunch but a simple omelette and some fruit juice at a seven-star hotel won’t hurt. It’s not every day I get a chance to stay at such lavish place. In fact, it’s my first time living this extraordinary life and I don’t want to miss any of it.” I grinned like a cheshire cat.He chuckled shaking his he
[ Ella ]When we landed in Paris, it was already evening, the sun was setting, giving the sky a beautiful fire red colour mixed with dark purple. The air itself felt romantic. He booked a private suite for us but we had separate rooms on opposite sides so I won’t feel uncomfortable. I asked him to take me for a nightlife experience in Paris. The city looked more beautiful than what I saw in T.V. and magazines. Common men and women walking on the streets looked like models out of a fashion magazine.I couldn’t hold my excitement to see the iconic Eiffel Tower and share a moment there with the man I love.Yes, I realized very lately that I am in love with the man walking side by side with me, we were holding hands naturally.“Shall we dine first? You hadn’t eaten much in the plane.” He said and at the same time my stomach grumbled. I felt embarrassed.“Your tummy is also agreeing with me.” He teased me and I wanted to run away.“You’re mean, Marcello.” I smacked his bicep and he laughed
[ Ella ]“I can’t believe that you have taken my words seriously, Marcello.” I shook my head as we boarded the his private plane.“Did you think that I was only bluffing when I said that I’d take you wherever you want to go?” He raised his brow, his lips curved upward.“Yes, I said it in the flow of my unstable emotions, Marcello. You have work, a load of work here. You barely have time for yourself and you are taking me to Paris.” I said but inside, I felt butterflies.It was like any other morning today when I woke up by the door bell and found Vincenzo at my doorstep. He told me to pack some warm clothes and get ready. I was curious and surprised but he didn’t tell me anything until he took me to their private airstrip where Marcello was waiting for me. He told me that he’s taking me to Paris for a three days trip.“I managed my schedule for three days, mon cheri. Vincenzo is trained to take over my responsibilities in my temporary absence so I am all yours for next three days. We’