~~CECILIA~~Luckily, Ivan didn't say a word to me as he ate the pasta I made him. I had to applaud his courage and endurance because I took a bite of the mess, and I had to shove the plate aside because the food was the opposite of bad.I wanted to feel bad for him, as he shoved spoonfuls and spoonfuls into his mouth without even wincing, but I couldn't.I enjoy knowing that I could make him suffer, even though this was unintentional.Once he finished the food, he pushed the plate aside and wordlessly left the room while I stifled a laugh.Yeah, that should serve you right psycho.Although it was sweet, very sweet that he endured the horror I had presented on a plate, just so he wouldn't hurt my feelings and…Sweet???I shook my head with a frown. It's not sweet. There's nothing sweet about the bastard. Nothing at all.I am not dumb and I'm not a child. I know damn well that this overnight softness has an ulterior motive behind it. And I ain't falling for that.I made a toast for myse
~~CECILIA~~When he drew away, the look he gave me sent a yummy jolt straight in between my legs. His eyes were dark as he stared at me, and nostrils were flaring."Cecilia…" he growled. I love the way he said my name. I realised tightening my grip around his neck and pressing closer so I could feel the rasp of my hard nipples against his bare chest.He closed his eyes and took in a harsh breath, then opened them again. But this time when he looked at me, it was with amusement. Gone was the fire, the desire that was there just a few seconds ago- and replaced with mockery.He was mocking me. Oh God.But why not? I had practically come into his room and jumped him…same man I vowed to hate.But who could blame me anyways?"You couldn't control yourself anymore?" He said- voice laced with amusement.Shame slammed into me quickly and I dropped my arms from his neck, pushing away from him but he held me in place with the arm that was still around my waist."Fuck you!" I spat- my chest hea
~~IVAN~~DECEMBER 25TH, 2013.It was Christmas. The one day that Ivan ever got a little bit of relief in the cell. The only day he didn't have to be cut, so they could take his blood samples, or have needles piercing through his skin every single hour- or forced to do unnatural stuff.Because it was Christmas, and the scientists were all with their families, having a nice holiday together while he was locked in a 'breed proof' cell, under at least a million surveillance cameras with large chains holding his hand and legs.He had learnt to endure it over the years. The first time was torture, having to stand, sprayed out like that with each hand and leg chained to the far away halls. His bones had protested, muscles ached. But now he felt nothing- no pain, no ache. He had learnt to numb out feelings.His eyes were closed and he was trying to drift off to sleep, but that seemed impossible.Then he heard the gates unlocking and almost startled but a quick whiff in the air had him relaxi
~~CECILIA~~After several minutes or rather what felt like an eternity, my body stopped shaking from the sobs and I got myself to stop crying.Still that did nothing to erase the horror, the fear that filled my head and worst of all the disgust coiling my stomach.What just happened?What just happened?My body shook, as I recalled the dangerous look I had seen in Ivan's eyes as he almost squeezed the life out of me. The murderous look- like he could easily kill me without a second beat.Just like my parents died.My stomach turned violently, as it played inside my head again. I have never seen him like that. Hell, I had never seen anyone like that. He almost looked non humane- his eyes which were normally black turned red, fucking red and I could swear I sighed fangs when he snarled. Fangs!!And his voice…I shivered again. What just happened? I wrapped around my hand around my knee, rocking myself on the bed What if he had killed me?Obviously he had lost his senses, he wasn't in
~~DARYA~~I was on my way out when I overheard them. First it was Alistair's annoying laugh, then Rossi's hushed voice and two other maids whispering and snickering.What on earth were they doing? I walked to the kitchen and stopped just by the doorway to eavesdrop and overheard Ilana telling Cecilia about Ivan's missing.That doesn't bother me because it is a story that everyone in the hood knows. But what bothered me was Rossi's expression. At first it was sad, then it just turned full on suspicious, like she was drawing a plan in her mind.One reason I'm Ivan's favourite person- enough to be his right hand is how perspective I am. I can easily fucking read a person with their facial expression. It would goddamn take a skilled poker face to throw me off.And Rossi…girl has something up her sleeve and after a few weeks of watching her, I could swear it was nothing good.I leaned against the door frame folding my arm across my chest as she whispered questions which Ilana- big mouth sh
~~ROMAN~~Silas was seething. The tension in his body and anger rolling off him was almost funny if I wasn't so upset myself.It is very rare to see the collected Silas this angry and I could see the surprise in Darya's eyes even though she tried so much to hide it.It still amazes me until now how much she has changed. How stronger and more deceptive she has become over the years- how much the woman we once gave our heart to had turned and changed.What was it that happened?Darya's mother was my mother's personal maid which means they lived with us. We all grew up together- the four of us. And as kids she was like the sister we never had.Until we started growing older, we started understanding lust and want between men and women and started growing in brotherly feelings towards her.Hmmm. Darya was a very cheerful girl, filled with so much delight. So much delight and she had been so innocent- or so she wanted us to believe.It was that innocence that made us respect her boundaries
Hello lovely Readers.❤️❤️This is a note of appreciation to you all. One joy of a writer is being able to tell her story the way she wants- but a better joy is knowing that there are people loving her story.I am very grateful, to you for picking up this book and giving it a chance. Thank you so much for coming this far.I promise you, it will only get better from here because there are still lots of mind blowing turns.Regarding Darya and The Salvatore brothers - I don't know if you suspected, but yes ..Alex in the last chapter is Cecilia's brother.You will get more details with time.Hold onto your seatbelts well. The craziness is just getting started 🤌.Once again, thank you for coming this far.I hope you stick to the end because update is regular.Please, if you are enjoying the story- Do drop a review.Spare us a few gems, to push the story higher if you think it deserves it.Thank you very much..
~~ SILAS ~~Seeing Alex's face crumbled in pain and confusion was a little heartbreaking, so I immediately pulled him into a hug.It bugged him out at first, as his body tensed up- apparently not expecting the display of emotion, but he eventually leaned Into the hug.He was getting much better and more open than he was a week ago. The first few days he spent in this house he had refused to come out of his room, and we had respected his distance-only very slowly approaching him to let him know that this isn't the slave house he spent the past few months in.And my brothers and I had tried our best to make him feel at home. It was heartbreaking to imagine what he had to go through, the pains he had to endure in that torture cell for two months.He's just young. Too young, and my blood boils when I think of it.When I see the scars on his back from being beaten with canes, the scars on his palms from hard work. And the sadness, the depth of pain in his eyes that no child had a business
The warm touch of the sun filtering through the windows woke me up and I stirred, gradually opening my eyes and taking in my environment.I noted first how sore, and I mean deliciously sore my body was and hey...not that I’m complaining or anything. I had asked for it.I shuddered in delight as flashes of the night before played through my mind. Ivan had gone full beast mode, to the point where I almost felt like I would collapse.I smiled at the images of the various positions, angles, and the multiple orgasms he had given me throughout the night. I doubt I would actually be able to walk straight.Not that my capability to walk was actually what was my mind right now anyways. No.It was how relaxed I felt, how peaceful I felt that had me arching a brow.I turned around, to look at the sleeping masculine body beside me. He looked so...relaxed, as much as I felt. I have never seen him like this. Not once since I knew him.And there was a hint of a smile playing at his lips.A lovely dr
The warm touch of the sun filtering through the windows woke me up and I stirred, gradually opening my eyes and taking in my environment.I noted first how sore, and I mean deliciously sore my body was and hey...not that I’m complaining or anything. I had asked for it.I shuddered in delight as flashes of the night before played through my mind. Ivan had gone full beast mode, to the point where I almost felt like I would collapse.I smiled at the images of the various positions, angles, and the multiple orgasms he had given me throughout the night. I doubt I would actually be able to walk straight.Not that my capability to walk was actually what was my mind right now anyways. No.It was how relaxed I felt, how peaceful I felt that had me arching a brow.I turned around, to look at the sleeping masculine body beside me. He looked so...relaxed, as much as I felt. I have never seen him like this. Not once since I knew him.And there was a hint of a smile playing at his lips.A lovely dr
~~CECILIA~~It took at least twenty minutes, but Ivan succeeded in tearing Darya away from the red haired bimbo.Although twenty minutes was a little bit too late because by the time she was pulled up from the floor, her face was all swollen from the slaps and her top was torn from the front, the only thing preventing her breast from hanging out was her white Lace bra."How dare you, you low life rat?" She screeched her eyes wide in fear, "I'll make you pay for this! I'm going to make you pay!!""Thank your fucking stars that I wasn't driving a dagger into your belly bitch. Another word from you, and I'll shut you up forever."Luckily the woman didn't say another word. She turned to Ivan as if expecting him to do something, but when Ivan just stared at her in cold glare, she scoffed and ran off the building.I almost pitied her. Almost.I know her type. Besides, I had other things to worry about."Are you okay, Rossi?" Ivan asked and I shot him a glare."What do you care?"He shrugged
~~ CECILIA~~"Rossi…." Darya swore, obviously uncomfortable, but still wrapped her arm around me and placed my head on her shoulders as my body wrecked uncontrollably in sobs.I had no idea why I was crying- again. I had promised myself to be stronger and I've tried so much to be.Tears won't solve anything, tears will not change anything.But no matter how many times I repeated those words in my head, it still doesn't change anything- doesn't stop the tears from flowing.Darya patted my back, rubbing my shoulders which were shaking so hard.I clung onto her black jacket and hid my face deeper in her neck."Calm down, Rossi…" she murmured, surprisingly calm considering how many times she has insulted me because I'm such a cry baby. I wasn't expecting her to be this calm about me bawling my eyes out in front of her this way- but maybe she has an atom of compassion in her.Whatever it is, I'm grateful that she held me, patiently until my sobs quieted down."I'm sorry," I whispered my
~~CECILIA~~Two days.Two fucking days and I have not heard a thing from the boss of the house.I've heard him come in and out- but it's like he moves with the winds because by the time I come out, he's gone again driving off in his power bike.Not that I should bother- hell I'm not.Liar….A tiny voice whispers into my ears and I frown deeply brushing it away.I AM NOT BOTHERED ABOUT HIS PRESENCE.But, the thing is that I am. I always was.No matter how hard I try to deny it, the pang of worry is still there, eating at me, bothering me.And the heat that sweeps through me every night while I yearn for sleep isn't helping matters at all.What exactly happened?After the unpleasant incident two nights back…After we had sex..I blushed furiously, and bit my lip as I remembered. I already told myself that there was no need to feel guilty about what I did, and what I wanted.One is that this craving is beyond natural. I could either give in to it or die, and I am so sure that it could ki
~~ SILAS ~~Seeing Alex's face crumbled in pain and confusion was a little heartbreaking, so I immediately pulled him into a hug.It bugged him out at first, as his body tensed up- apparently not expecting the display of emotion, but he eventually leaned Into the hug.He was getting much better and more open than he was a week ago. The first few days he spent in this house he had refused to come out of his room, and we had respected his distance-only very slowly approaching him to let him know that this isn't the slave house he spent the past few months in.And my brothers and I had tried our best to make him feel at home. It was heartbreaking to imagine what he had to go through, the pains he had to endure in that torture cell for two months.He's just young. Too young, and my blood boils when I think of it.When I see the scars on his back from being beaten with canes, the scars on his palms from hard work. And the sadness, the depth of pain in his eyes that no child had a business
Hello lovely Readers.❤️❤️This is a note of appreciation to you all. One joy of a writer is being able to tell her story the way she wants- but a better joy is knowing that there are people loving her story.I am very grateful, to you for picking up this book and giving it a chance. Thank you so much for coming this far.I promise you, it will only get better from here because there are still lots of mind blowing turns.Regarding Darya and The Salvatore brothers - I don't know if you suspected, but yes ..Alex in the last chapter is Cecilia's brother.You will get more details with time.Hold onto your seatbelts well. The craziness is just getting started 🤌.Once again, thank you for coming this far.I hope you stick to the end because update is regular.Please, if you are enjoying the story- Do drop a review.Spare us a few gems, to push the story higher if you think it deserves it.Thank you very much..
~~ROMAN~~Silas was seething. The tension in his body and anger rolling off him was almost funny if I wasn't so upset myself.It is very rare to see the collected Silas this angry and I could see the surprise in Darya's eyes even though she tried so much to hide it.It still amazes me until now how much she has changed. How stronger and more deceptive she has become over the years- how much the woman we once gave our heart to had turned and changed.What was it that happened?Darya's mother was my mother's personal maid which means they lived with us. We all grew up together- the four of us. And as kids she was like the sister we never had.Until we started growing older, we started understanding lust and want between men and women and started growing in brotherly feelings towards her.Hmmm. Darya was a very cheerful girl, filled with so much delight. So much delight and she had been so innocent- or so she wanted us to believe.It was that innocence that made us respect her boundaries
~~DARYA~~I was on my way out when I overheard them. First it was Alistair's annoying laugh, then Rossi's hushed voice and two other maids whispering and snickering.What on earth were they doing? I walked to the kitchen and stopped just by the doorway to eavesdrop and overheard Ilana telling Cecilia about Ivan's missing.That doesn't bother me because it is a story that everyone in the hood knows. But what bothered me was Rossi's expression. At first it was sad, then it just turned full on suspicious, like she was drawing a plan in her mind.One reason I'm Ivan's favourite person- enough to be his right hand is how perspective I am. I can easily fucking read a person with their facial expression. It would goddamn take a skilled poker face to throw me off.And Rossi…girl has something up her sleeve and after a few weeks of watching her, I could swear it was nothing good.I leaned against the door frame folding my arm across my chest as she whispered questions which Ilana- big mouth sh