LILIANAI don't know how long I've been running for but I force myself to push further despite the protests from my burning lungs.I propel my body forward with my toes as a spring. The fear of being caught and bound again keeps me going. Overhead, storm clouds start to form, black and thick with impending rain. My feet burn from exhaustion and my lungs have constricted so much that I fear I'm running on very little air. It won't be long before I pass out on the tarred walkway. What a convenient way to present myself before my captor. On a golden fucking platter!I stumble forward with a hollow gasp for air. My parched throat is burning. As if in respite for my plight, the floodgates of rain open and it begins to pour in torrents. I open my mouth heavenward to let in some of the cool liquid. The downpour soothes my sweaty skin and revives me, quenching my thirst.Just like that, my zeal for escape is renewed and I forge ahead.With each drop, the sweatshirt and pants meld itself t
LILIANA“I just managed to escape from a kidnapper.” I blurt out finally. His jaws go slack as a look of shock crosses his aged features. He leans on the table towards me. “A kidnapper?” He echoes.His question sounds almost skeptical. “I’m telling the truth!” I interject in a gripping desperation. “I was heading back home from the grocery store when these men suddenly accosted me and before I knew it, I blacked out. My car, my phone, everything is gone!”His eyebrows furrow down and his fingers lock in front of him in thought. “I believe you, duska. I'm just surprised. There has not been a report of such in this neighborhood for about ten years.”Silence falls between us as he looks to have burrowed into his head while I clench my fingers in my thighs, hoping that he believed me and would find a way out for me.After a full minute had passed, he asks, “Do you have any idea where you were taken to?”“I was drugged. I don't remember much except that I woke up in the basement of this l
DAMIANMy breath comes out in rasps as I come to a corner. I scan the entirety of the lonely street and to my dismay, she's gone.How can I be hot on her heels only to see that it's like she disappeared into thin air?She outran me. It's unbelievable. Almost laughable that a puny woman of such size could get out of my grasp. At first glance, she looked like those overpampered wives who have the luxury of getting their asses wiped at command. The little fucker is even more fit than I give her credit for.A dry, humorless laugh cracks out of my lips as the truth sets in. She did outrun me. Sydney pulls up next to me shortly after. The dead silence is broken by his boots skidding to a sharp halt on the pavement. “I don't believe it.” He comments as he scans the area with incredulity well carved into his face.My hand comes up and wipes down on my weary face. I'm filled with so much lethal rage inside, masked by a cool facade on the outside. His laughter dares to ring out, further gr
LILIANA The kitchen door opens and a lady walks in with a drenched raincoat around her shoulders. Her light auburn hair looks to be claw-clipped behind but the tendrils cling to her forehead like a wet rag. She looks to be about my age if not younger. “You said you would only take… Why, you sneaky man! You came in here for a cup of sbiten without telling me?” She slaps his arm lightly. The man turns a warm smile as he dodges her playful hits. “No, bebe. I had an impromptu visitor.” He motions to me with a gentle wave of his hand. She follows his gesture with her eyes till she stops at where I stand. My fingers clench in a fist by my sides at the awkwardness that takes over. Her eyes trace the bulky coat on my small frame and she looks back to the man with her hazel eyes narrowed down in skepticism. He shakes his head. “Ne delay etogo. YA nashel yeye na obochine, kogda vernulsya za bortovym zhurnalom.” His eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment before his voice drops lower. “Ona
LILIANA“Goodnight, ladies.” The man tells us the moment we step into the hallway with several doors. Before I can turn and bid him the same, he disappears into one of the rooms. Rachel shrugs as she clasps a hand on my shoulder. “He had a rough day at the diner. When he comes home beaten up, sleep is his therapy.”I nod in understanding. “Days like that.”“You're welcome to stay the night here. I'm afraid the room is a bit bare but we'll make do. We didn't expect the pleasure of your company.” Rachel says as she rummages through her purse for something. “It's fine. I'll manage.” I try to reassure her but she's occupied with struggling with her purse. She sports a comic frown.“Where's the stupid key?” She hisses. Her features brighten and she raises the key with a triumphant harrumph.The door clicks open to reveal a decent-looking bedroom. Honestly, it isn't so much but it is a feasible option than to spend the night on the streets. “You've done so much for me already. Thank you
DAMIANShe is right there in the darkness when I close my eyes, crying, waiting on me in that silk nightdress. What was a head full of curls is now matted with grease and decline.Like the previous, I dash into our bedroom and skid to a halt when she turns away from the window. The stream of moonlight casts a deathly glow on her pale skin marred by self-inflicted bruises.She takes measured steps towards me, muttering her discomfort about having to wait for hours to see me.I apologize as I always do. The meeting with the Seemya usually takes a lot of time so there's not much I can do about it. She goes again on another bout of blame on why I always meet her at the wrong time. She has said this many times in the past whenever I’m a few minutes behind time. What makes it different this time is her hand held up to half my apologies. She doesn't want to hear it.“Come, Stellëza.” I croon to her with arms spread out and waiting. Her face contorts in disgust as she drinks in the positi
LILIANAA sudden crash has me jolting awake and out of the bed in one single motion. Instinctively, I reach for the dresser to grab something, anything at all to brace myself with. Each drawer comes empty and my heart plummets a thousand feet underground. I'm truly fucked.My eyes scan the room for something solid that I can use for self-defense. I discover to my dismay that there is none.“Who's there?” The question is my last resort. I try to keep my voice steady even though my emotions are quite the opposite within.No response.Another crash echoes through the hallway, causing me to jump in fright, my heart doing wild palpitations.A sharp curse from a muffled voice follows shortly after. My heart leaps into the hollow space in my throat, constricting my airways.I can't help the realization that slams into me without brakes: they're back for me.I knew it!I knew I shouldn't have disregarded the tiny voice of reason within me that spoke against following them. It might have been
DAMIAN Like I predicted, with the tension brewing in the room, the meeting is bound to end in chaos. There's a round table with each family representative seated a good distance away from the other person. Anything could go wrong at any fucking time and anyone by my side would take the hit. Right now, I'm seated in silence watching Genovese of the Morani family and Sergei of the Romanov family snap at each other's heads. There is the Bonanno family counselor, Karmen, who is fighting tooth and nail to ensure that they don't get themselves killed before she leaves. It's amusing to watch especially since Genovese gets off on gaslighting and being a shitty pretender. “Say that to my face one more time, I dare you!” Genovese booms out with veins sprouting from the middle of his head. His bulky stomach swinging every which way and heaving with every breath. “You're nothing but a wimp hiding behind sneaky attacks and the government officers who suck your limp cock.” That i
LILIANAThe journal feels heavy as it sits in my palms. Not because it is thick or leather-bound or anything grand. It’s just heavy…filled with my sister’s wordings–Well, I don’t know that for sure until I open it and that’s what I’m scared of. I stare at it intently and it’s almost like I can hear it whispering at me to open it and face what I’ve been running away since I returned to this cursed house.Rachel watches me from the corner of her eye, not saying a word until I sigh. “You should come with me. I don’t think you want to be in here as much as I do.” Her eyes are filled with untold tales. “Let’s go to your room. You don’t want to be seen like tis in the hallway.”I nod, then rise to follow her stiffly, following her down the corridor like a ghost. My limbs are moving, but my mind’s reeling. Even my heart isn’t beating right. Once we’re inside my quarters, I drop the journal on the bed and start grabbing my things. “Liliana.” Rachel approaches me gently. “What did he tell
DAMIANHer eyes widen in caution as I approach her. Like she’s scared of me, or maybe scared I’d hurt her even when I’m certain she knows I can’t. She doesn’t really know the power she holds over me, does she?I should say I am disappointed but how can I when I can’t even tell her how I really feel about her? That’s just hypocrisy. Behind her is Stelleza’s wardrobe full of her things which I stowed away in her memory. “I couldn’t throw her things out, neither could I burn them.” I remember the exact angle where I kept the journal hidden. Since this is her blood sister we’re talking about, then perhaps she has a right to know what it entails and the truth about how she died.Reaching further into the back, my fingertips graze a hard leather. Bringing it out, I flip the leather-bound journal and hand it to her. She gazes down at the book, not taking it yet. “What is this?”“She wrote this,” I murmur, recalling the dark words that birthed my rage. “She wrote every word on every page b
LILIANAIt’s supposed to be Stelleza…but this woman bearing such a dazzling smile…My heart stutters but I can’t bring myself to drag my eyes away from the horrifying revelation staring back at me. It’s been thirteen years since the last time I saw her. Thirteen whole years of fumbling in the dark, left alone to navigate the maze that is life. She shielded it from me for so long until she couldn’t handle it anymore.“L–lajla…Lajla…” I whisper unable to believe the sight before me. She looks the same…except for her forest green eyes, now dulled from being immortalized in a photo frame. It’s an understatement to the real sparkle when you look at her in real life. And her smile, now frozen in time, is just like I remember it. But brighter. Better.“Forgive me, Lajla.” The first drops slide down my cheeks. “I failed you over and over.” I sniffle, trying my best to hold back the dam from bursting forth. “I did what you asked and went an extra mile pleasing the wrong people.”I crumble fr
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LILIANAThe words strike right in the middle of my chest like lightning hitting a spot twice. It just doubles the ache I’ve been feeling since I woke up. Could it be any worse?I’m certain I’ve heard this from the man himself. As though fate is playing a cruel joke on me, his words echo in my ears again.‘I killed her.’ ‘I pulled the trigger that killed her.’Is that why he wanted me to stay away from him? Oh, Liliana, how much of an idiot can you be? The signs have been staring at me naked. I ignored the way I did Kyle’s red flags until he landed me in worse trouble. Is this just the universe’s way of teaching people like me lessons?“You look pale. Maybe you should just go back and wait…?”“No. No, I’m fine.” I don’t know if I’m ready to hear more of what she has to say, yet I tell her– “Go on.”She nods, casts a nervous glance around and then looks at the door. “I don’t know what he hides in there that he’s refused to let anyone in. The only person who managed to see in here by m
LILIANARachel is waiting by the door by the time the car pulls up inside the fancy prison I familiarized myself with as home. Not anymore. Maybe soon, this nightmare would be over and I’ll get over him. “You’re back early?”I manage a fake smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “Don’t tell me you miss me. I’ve barely been gone for a week.”She reaches to take my bags and I pull away before she can touch it. There’s no need to fool anyone with exaltations when we are both alike in more ways than we think. She’s a slave here even though she’s willing. I’m the captive. Still sounds the same to me. Yet, why do I need all of this special attention? It’s just bullshit around here.Speaking of captives, I stop and turn to Rachel. “Did Melanie stop by at the house today?”She pauses to think, then shakes her head. “That was last night. I told her you were on a trip and she made me spill the location. I don’t know why she needed that information anyway.” After another long pause, she gasps
Buckle up people, this is going to be a long ass read but I guess we've seen this coming.LILIANAMelanie?I look at Damian for help, wondering why in the hell she is standing on the property of his private island. Wait–how does she know where we are? Damian looks as shocked as I am as well. So we’re going to say he’s not aware of her arrival? I don’t believe whatever facade he’s wearing on his face now. It’s hard to believe he doesn’t know about this and something within me breaks. I’m not sure what that is.“Well, well, well,” she starts in a demeaning tone reeking of spite, “if it’s not the captive and her captor enjoying a week out of town so they can spend time alone. How romantic!”Damian looks like he’s fed up of her nonsense. “What are you doing here, Mel?”“That’s not such a nice thing to say to someone who you once called better suited for your cock. Now that’s not very nice, is it? I should be the one asking the questions here, not you baby boy. What are you doing here?” Sh
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LILIANAThe water ripples as he sinks in behind me, large body settling under the surface with practised ease. His legs open and he guides me between them, pulling me back against his chest. His arms come around me.I melt right into him with a greedy inhale of him.We sit like that for a while with the water lapping around us and his fingers massaging my scalp. Then, they stop and disappear into the water. Before I get the chance to protest, his fingers lightly begin tracing patterns on my stomach. His chin rests on my shoulder, and for a moment, everything stills. Until his hands drift lower. And lower.“You’re insatiable,” I whisper, smiling. I already know how this is going to end.“And you,” he says as he grazes my ear with his mouth, “are impossible to resist.”He shifts me, wrapping his hands around my waist to turn me so I can straddle his lap. The second our eyes lock, the air becomes charged with sexual tension. His hands are hot on my thighs. I rest my hands on his should