"Saint Vicenzo Santorini!" I squeal as I felt my burning cheeks.
I'm blushing! I can't believe him. How could he say such a thing bluntly?
I heard his manly laugh and then he turns me around to face him. His tall frame towered me, I look up at him frowning flaunting the slight irritation I'm feeling but he's just smiling at me playfully. He even lowers his head to level mine that put a creased in my forehead.
"You're sulking huh" he amusingly mutter that made me rolled my eyes.
"I am asking about your tattoo" I insist.
His lips move and he tilted his head. I saw him push the inside of his mouth using his tongue while observing me intently.
"Why?" He asks.
I immediately look away when I felt his intense stare. I'm afraid that he can read my mind once I met his gaze.
"I-I just want a tattoo too. I'm planning the s-same tattoo with you if ever" I whisper, stammering because of nervousness.
I felt him stilled because of what
I return to my room with dry tears on my cheeks after I talk to Gordon. I am expecting Vicenzo to already finish his shower, but then he's not around and I can hear the sound of running water inside the bathroom which made me conclude that he's still there.I turn my head to the wall clock and I mentally shake my head when I saw the time. I immediately went inside the walk-in closet and pick a nightclothes for Vicenzo. I forgot to prepare his clothes.*knock knock knock*"Saint? I'll leave your clothes here" I said while knocking on the door.I'm not sure if he can hear me so I knock on the door harder, but to my surprise, the door suddenly opens revealing the smiling face of my husband while his head and bare chest are covers with bubbles.I blink my eyes and didn't dare to shook my head, afraid that he is
"How do you feel right now?" Vicenzo whispers behind me while gently blowing the tattoo on the upper part of my shoulder blade.I sniff and look at him through my shoulder. How could he ask me that? I cried a bucket because it's really painful every time I felt the tip of the pen on my skin.He tricks me, he said it's not painful. But here I am, still can feel the sting sensation on my skin. I purse my lips and my eyes narrowed when he flashed a cocky smile."Don't give me that look, you insist on having a tattoo right?" He chuckles and hugs me from behind " The pain will subside later" he soothes me making sure that his voice sounds pleasing in my ears.I sniff again and look away "You said it's not painful" I whisper earning a low laugh from him.I felt his lips on my shoulder, the movement of his lips on my bare skin somehow ease the pain. But still, he tricks me.I thought we're gonna went to a tattoo shop. He picks me a while ago and I
ON THE NEXT DAY...Wearing a black ballet dress, I'm looking myself at the wall mirror inside the dance room. It's still 5:00 in the morning, Vicenzo left early. We actually ate breakfast together before I start my morning routine. Miss Gisella adjust our time of rehearsal to give us a vacant hour to practice.I am thinking deeply about what kind of Giselle I'm planning to show to everyone. Giselle is about the beautiful young peasant girl who fell madly in love with the nobleman Albrecht. It is a tragic story, Giselle died because of heartbreak when she found out Albrecht betray her. What's good about this is, Giselle didn't end up like a Wilis- a spirit of a maiden who died because of heartbreak. She shows that her love is pure and forgiving."I want to understand the deeper meaning of Giselle" I whisper to myself.I sigh and tiptoe with a proper posture. My hands are on both sides of my waist. Why analyzing the question of Miss Gisella.'W
"Where's Svanna?" Vicenzo asks in a low authoritative voice.He's a bit worried for his wife, he knows she will surely overwork herself because of the upcoming Giselle play. And the shits that happening right now, the organization, the Cypress, and those mobs that hunting them because he's a fucking Santorini.He squeezes his eyes close and pinches the bridge of his nose."Mia signora is now heading inside the Zeneca Ballet, boss" Boise answered on the other line.His forehead creased."Stay close to her, and check the vicinity from time to time" he strictly instructed when he saw his secretary "And make sure she won't overwork herself. She can't go home late" he added and before Boise could answer him he ends the call.He faces his secretary with a stern facial expression. He's about to ask him about his schedule for today when suddenly his phone rang, flashing Boise code number on the screen.Without a second thought, he stood on hi
There are things that no matter how hard we try to avoid still it will happen. I was unaware that I've been playing death since the beginning that Vicenzo set his eyes on me, the moment I accept his hand for a handshake is the moment I start to skate on the thin ice.I was clueless about it, I set aside my fear of marrying him and acted as if nothing has changed. But when the reality of life slapped me with the life that I already had as Vicenzo's wife, fear suddenly becomes visible in my eyes. But it's too late for me to step back with the choice I made because I found something from Vicenzo that makes me stay no matter what the circumstances are.I just didn't know that it could be this hard..."Where's the woman?" I heard a stern voice that made me gulp with fear.I can't see anything. My eyes are covered with this rough cloth, in short, they blindfolded me. My both hands are also tied to my back. I'm sitting on this steel chair that always creates an
"No... no... you're lying" I conceal my muffle cries "Saint will never kill innocent, he will never do that" I mumble.Instead of saying anything he just harshly grabs my hair and covers my eyes again. I struggle with his grip but he's way stronger. He said something using a foreign language before I heard the door open and slammed close afterward.I desperately move my hands and feet wanting to free myself, every time I do that, I felt something going deeper into my skin and it's so freaking painful. The chain on my body is slowly tightening too every time I move. I don't know why, but every time I try to resist the chain is squeezing me tightly making me catch my breath."Ahhhh!" I helplessly groan in pain.Instantly, my body went weak when I stop moving. My breathing becomes too short for me to breathe evenly and all I could do is to cry with my helpless situation.I know Saint is finding me already, I know that they will never stop until they r
"Get that woman away from here" Cipriss demanded."Are you really going to revenge your wife by killing someone like her?" I unbelievably ask him.He stops walking and looks at me in dead eyes. I can see, that he's taken aback because he couldn't open his mouth to speak. I know everyone has their own share of sorrow. I know I shouldn't judge him because I didn't know anything. I didn't know the pain he experience when he lost his wife, but I know how does it feel like to lost someone you really love.I do not want to invalidate his anger, his grief, and his mourning. But does it need to end like this? Do people need to commit the same mistake just to console their wounded hearts? I am not sure if it is valid, or if it is reasonable enough to kill someone like me."Do not mention my wife, ever again" he gritted his teeth.I press my lips together."How far are you willing to take just to avenge her death? Will you be in peace seeing someone d
They say, after the rain, there's a rainbow- but that's not what I feel right now. I open my eyes and the smell of antiseptic welcomes me together with the blinding light of the ceiling. My whole body is aching, my head is throbbing so bad, and my heavy lids are making my vision blurry. There is this excruciating pain on my back and on my side, the muscles on my legs are stiff and I feel so weak that I couldn't even move my fingers.W-Why is this happening to me?I squeeze my eyes close trying to recall everything that happens before I end up here. Jana... I talked to Jana, and then someone covers my mouth and I fell asleep- I don't know how long, I just woke up with my eyed covered with rough cloth and chained on the chair. I gasp for air when I felt a suffocating feeling, my tears start streaming down to my face remembering how they traumatized me. They undress me, splashed me with water, slapped me, grab my hair, and they didn't even let me eat nor drink water.
Svanna Rose Zeneca-SantoriniWhen Vicenzo said that 'this is now over' he was wrong. That is just the end of our first journey together and the beginning of another battle that we must conquer together. During that last fight with Flacara Mafia, everything changes. Gordon died... Mom killed him intentionally. I couldn't accept it. But I need to be strong because he told me that he wanted to see me rising from the spotlight.I thought being the prima ballerina is the peak of my dreams. But then I realize that I just wanted to have Vicenzo stay with me the rest of our life. I don't need to be the prima ballerina of Zeneca Ballet or to be the white swan of Swan Lake play. Because I am already the prima ballerina to my own story and I just have to recognize that the main character doesn't just always play at the center. She could be a black swan like me.And this is my last dance, my last dance as the black swan. Because
When you thought everything is okay, reality will suddenly slapped you real hard- that no matter how good everything was, bad things is still right behind the corner waiting for the right time to strike again and mess your life again.It's always like that. You're a happy and then you're sad later. If you're sad now, you're happy later. It is a continuous cycle, a very redundant scenario. It was like a story that has a same plot but with different lines. It so fuck up!Before I end up in this kind of mess, in this kind of danger- everything is just good compare now. I have a peaceful and quite life away from trouble. I know it's boring because I spent all my life in dancing isolating myself from the people around me.I don't have a good relationship to my father, we don't usually talk, we don't even eat a meal together. I am not that welcome to the eyes of Mommy Adie even to Aliah, my haft sister. I was the black swan of the Zeneca family. I exist but only as th
"Where did you go?"I lift my head and I saw Vicenzo looking at me seriously. His rugged face is screaming with annoyance. He doesn't look pleased and I know the reason why.But instead of being scared with his unwelcoming greeting, I walk fast towards him and hug him tightly. I felt him stilled and his body went rigid with our sudden contact. But later after I felt his arm wrap around my waist and possessively pulled me even more to him.He's sitting on the single couch while I'm sitting on the top of his lap facing him with my legs wide open. Our position is quite awkward but I don't really care, I feel bad because of what happen."Tell me what happen?" He whisper while caressing my back.I sniff and buried my face on his neck "I miss Mom..." I whisper.He sigh "That's why you sneak out?" He utter in a controlled tone of voice.I pulled away and face him. His brows furrowed when he saw the dry tears in my face but later on his face
"No..." I shake my head and close my eyes "No...this is not true. I am just hallucinating. This is not true" I mumble to myself and pulled my hair.There's no way my Mom is alive after all these years. I always visit her grave, I always visit her whenever I miss her. Whenever I felt like everything seems against me. Whenever I felt alone..."You are not hallucinating Chèrie," Gianni said behind me "Tita Vanda is alive. She's alive Svanna Rose. The reason why Tito Roman doesn't want you to visit her grave is because she was never been buried-""No!" I scream, shaking my head "Mom is dead! She's not my Mom!" I exclaimed crying while looking at the woman in front of me who look exactly like me."Tito Romano never visit her grave, it's because he know that Tita Vanda never die in the first place-""Stop it Gianni!" I cut him off, breathing heavily while my eyes is clouded with tears.I shook my head and step back. My heart is beating fast
Let's meet...I close my eyes and took a deep breath. Wearing a black longsleeve top and black gap fit leggings I sneak out to the backyard of the mansion. It took me almost ten minutes before I successfully climb the tall wall that surrounded the mansion. I actually make sure that Vicenzo men is done checking the area before I sneak out.I honestly don't know why do I need to sneak out. But then my instinct is telling me that Vicenzo will not let me if I ask him to meet Gianni knowing that Calcifer and Greco has a suspicion to my cousin.I'm stubborn, I know that. But I really need to do this. I don't understand what does he mean by his message. Mom is alive? And he doesn't want Vicenzo to be my husband? That's absurd! That's crazy.I sigh and fix my black cap before I run away, making sure that nobody notice my disappearance. I immediately call a cab and give the address to the driver who keep on glancing at me because of my weirdness. Oh yeah,
I am crying non-stop, I don't know what to do. Dra. Mhalia is trying to reach me out and talk to me but I couldn't open my mouth to speak back. The image of Piato being shot in his shot as he slowly fell on the floor keep on rolling back inside my head. It keep on replaying like a broken movie tape. It won't stop bugging me. I am guilty, scared, and anxious."Mrs. Santorini..." Dra. Mhalia whisper, wanting to get my attention.With weary eyes, I turn my gaze at her. She's sitting on the chair beside my bed wearing the same white lab gown. I sniff when she smile at me, as if she's telling me that everything is alright without uttering a word."W-Where's Vicenzo?" I stuttered.I'm the first one who break the sound of my soft cries. I brush off those dry tears in my face. Worries is very visible in my eyes and I couldn't hide it. How will I do that if I am eating my guilt. I am asking them what happen to Piato but none of them gave me an assuring answer. The
"I don't understand him..." I whisper when I get back inside the car.I felt Piato look at me through the rearview mirror but I just remain my gaze out of the window staring at Gianni who's still standing in front of my mother's tombstone facing us.I suddenly recall what Calcifer told me. He said Gianni didn't attend the last board meeting after his business trip in Russia. I don't exactly know what kind of business he went there, but Cal said that there is something odd with my cousin and he will figure it out and inform me.I took a deep breath and my phone suddenly rang. Without a second thought, I pull it out from my clutch bag. Vicenzo's name flashes on the screen so I immediately press the answer button, afraid that I might worry him."Where are you?" He asks in a low controlled tone of voice without greeting me.I bit my lower lip and hesitantly look at Piato who also looks nervous because of the sudden call."I'm on my way home now"
After spending a week on our honeymoon, everything turns back to normal. Daddy Victor and some of Vicenzo's cousins return to Italy. While Vicenzo on the other hand is now busy managing his company. He has loads of paper works to do, and I heard Greco is already complaining about those business proposals that have not been reviewed yet.But despite his busy schedule, he always makes time for me. He wakes up early than usual to prepare our breakfast- yes! He's like a house husband, he's the one who makes our breakfast. He even memorizes my diet plan. For the past few days, I really feel how Vicenzo exerts too much effort to become the husband that he promised to me.He's very patient with my schedule, Calcifer always makes fun of him calling him 'Mr. understanding husband' because of his sudden changes. Although he came home late, he was still able to wake up early the next day. He's not that grumpy as before, he is always gentle and calm now. But one thing that will ne
I softly moan when I felt the sunbeam kissed my face. I turn around facing my back to the window hiding my face on the pillow I'm hugging. I am still sleepy, and my body still can feel what happen last night.I felt my face flushed although I'm haft asleep. Remembering the intimate night with my husband makes me blush. It seems like my face heated on its own so I cover my face even more.But then I felt a strong arm rested on my waist and then the bed move. The smell of bath soap invades my nostrils when I felt something soft touch the side of my forehead. My nose should be irritated with the sudden scent but then, it smells so nice being whiffed by a scent of cool mint. My soreness seems like disappear, everything feels so good and warm now, when the arm pulled me, caging me into a tight embrace."Wake up now, sleepyhead" I heard Vicenzo whisper in my left ear using his hoarse voice.I moan softly again with that simple sweet gesture from him. He always