A marriage arranged between two broken souls is never meant to work. Ezabella Viper didn't get to heal from the trauma inflicted on her before she was thurst into marriage with a scarred man she didn't know. Jacopo Nicolo barely got over his last marriage before he had to take another wife for the good of the web. Both of their past are scarred, but they are like night and day. Two people that should have never met, two people that should have never been tied in a marriage, two people from two different parts of the world... Will their marriage survive, or will they end up destroying each other. PS. To enjoy this book more, it is recommended that you read the book prior to this one titled "A Monster's Mute Bride."
View MoreI sat across from Connor, my father sitting at the head of the table. My eyes were glued to the dishes presented in front of us, and my jaw dropped to my lap with the amount of food that was prepared. There were dishes up on dishes of different food, ones that were my absolute favorite. It was a complete feast, but what confused me the most was that there were only three spots presented with plates in front of them. One for my father, one for Connor, and one for me.The three of us silently started digging in, reaching for the dishes we wanted to eat."How are things with the web?" My father asked, and Connor glanced at him with a small smirk playing at his lips."I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders, and I could tell that it had annoyed my father."I heard you're helping your twin brother distribute the products..." My father started making Connor laugh."Just ask Dante to cut you a deal on the distribution." Connor commented between laughs. "Me? Ask that basterd to cut me a d
The rest of the ride was awfully quiet. Connor didn't bother to push me for answers since he already knew what was wrong and why I chose to leave for a few days, so there was no reason in constantly asking me how I was feeling.I kept my eyes out the window, trying to distract myself by looking at the buildings and cars we were passing by, trying to stop myself from constantly thinking about Jacopo and the sticky situation we were in.Despite what I had heard him say in his walk-in closet, despite him tricking me into trusting him and giving him my heart, I already miss him. I miss him so much that it hurt.I miss the deep connection we had built with each other, the deep conversations we would share, the small moments that would make my day, the sweet times we share under the covers... I miss all of it.I miss him.Damn you, Jacopo.A few more hours went by before we finally drove out of the city boarders and returned to the city I was so familiar with, the one run by my father.This
I had about thirty minutes to prepare the things I needed to go away. I wasn't planning on leaving forever, but who knows how things would turn out?If Jacopo was truly talking like that about me, speaking about how he was going to kill me and would need assistance with the body, then I sure as heck was not coming back. But if it was a misunderstanding, then I would eventually return after sorting myself out and was sure that this baby would be safe in this city. But until then, I was going to try to find some comfort in my old room and have a check-up to see if my baby was healthy.I'd been distracted a few times while I was filling a small bag with some of my clothes, standing in front of the mirror with my hoody pulled up to my chest, looking at my belly to see if there were any changes and evidence of a baby in there. There were none. At least, I didn't think there were any differences. It just looked like I was slightly bloated. Despite being distracted one too many times, I
I woke up early the next day with a massive headache. It was bad to the point that I was having trouble seeing for a few minutes after I woke up.I sat in bed for about an hour, refusing to leave the comfort it provided, while I thought over the conversation I had with Jacopo the previous night.The more I thought about it, the worse it got. Him being so dismissive about it was what scared me more. What else had it thought did not matter when it clearly mattered to me?What else did he keep from me?Was he truly in love with me?Was it even possible from someone with his past to love someone with my past?Was this marriage doomed before it even began?All the questions that ran through my head only made me want to cry even more. I wanted to see Jacopo desperately and not see him yet all at the same time. I love him but also slightly hated him for what he had done.At time, I felt like I was over reacting to everything, but when I remember Eliot Williamson and how he used to manipulat
The silence in the apartment was deafening. Jacopo closes his eyes after I demand to know everything, looking pained to even have this conversation with me.I already had tears in my eyes, ones I was trying to blink away and fight from falling down my cheeks. I was not ready to cry yet, but it was proving to me more difficult with each passing second."It really meant nothing..." He started."I don't care what it meant. I want to know the truth, Jacopo." I cut him off.He looked down at me with defeat. "Okay." He nodded his head."I..." A sigh escaped his lips before he continued. "Dante made me the offer a day after we got married because I was telling him I didn't want the marriage to continue and that it was a big mistake to let the Vipers in like that. He made me the offer, and I refused. At first..."He hesitated, and I had to wait a few more seconds to hear him continue."I ended up accepting the offer when I realized that this marriage was not going to work for either one of u
I lower myself on the edge of the bathtub, my heart pounding in my chest and my vision swimming.A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my train of thoughts."Ezabella? Are you done?" Dalinda called out in a whisper, making sure no one else listened to her."Yeah." I replied, triggering her mext action, which was to push open the door and step into the bathroom.She closed the door behind her as she looked at me."Well?" She asked."How... How accurate do you think these tests are?" I asked, looking down at the three positive tests."They are pretty accurate." Daoinda replied, to which I nodded my head."If that is true, then I guess... I'm pregnant." I replied.Dalinda nodded her head before she walked over to me and sat down next to me."From the look on your face, I can tell that this was not the result you wanted to see..." She commented. "You and Nicolo... were you two active or... or did he force..."I quickly shook my head."No. He didn't force me into doing anything if that
I stood in front of the sink, looking at my reflection in the mirror above it after I had thrown my guts up on the toilet, not more than two minutes ago.I looked pale, paler than usual, my hair greasy and tangles from the lack of washing and brushing on my part. My eyes were slightly sunken and surrounded by dark circles. My cheek bones were showing more, evident that I had lost some weight in the last two weeks since I found out the horrible truth about Jacopo and I.No wonder Jacopo looked worried. I looked like I was an hour away from knocking at the door of death.I let out a sigh, feeling my entire body ache, the small action almost making me vomit again.I turned the water on and cupped my hands together, letting it fill with water before I splashed it on my face, I repeated the action a few more times until I felt wide away despite the ache in my body. It amazed me how I could feel awake and sleepy all at the same time.I glanced around for a towel and remembered that I had dr
I've been trying to keep my distance for the next two weeks, trying to sort my feelings out.I had planned to confront Jacopo the day after the birthday party, but each time I tried to face him and bring up the topic that was killing me from inside out, the words would get stuck in my throat and refuse to get out. The main reason for that, I believe was because I was scared to find out that Jacopo's motive to confessing his feeling for me, to holding my hands and sharing kisses in our home, and to sharing our bodies with each other was for the reason of getting me pregnant and leaving right away.The thought made me feel sick each time to the point that I would have to rush to my bathroom to empty my stomach, to the point that I could barely eat any food.This hardboiled eggs I used to love to share with my husband now make me sick at the mere smell of it, and so did anything I would share with Jacopo.So, I started avoiding him even more, running away from our problems and trying to
Ezabella Viper...I don't know for how long I was locked in the bathroom, I just knew I needed time away from the man I was madly in love with.My entire world felt like it was crumbling around me. I sat on the edge of the bathtub, just balling my eyes out, trying my best to keep my sobs silent.The amount of defeat that was crushing my shoulders wanted to make me scream.I had fallen for the same cruel trick twice. I had fallen in love with a man who had no other intentions towards me but to hurt me.I should have learned my lesson after what Eliot Williamson did to me. I should. I learned to keep my guard up and not let Jacopo into my stupid heart. I should have been more cautious around him. I should have never let myself get too comfortable with the false idea of someone ever loving me.I should have known better.Beating myself up only managed to make things much worse, my tears flowing down my cheeks uncontrollably.My heart painfully squeezed in my chest, and I could do no
I was freed from one monster, only to be thrust into the arms of another. It has been exactly a year since I lived through a nightmare, a year since I was rescued from my own home. I didn't have enough time to heal before I was told that I was going to be married off. I begged. I begged for a whole year, and in the end, I still found myself in a room, alone, in a white wedding dress, about to walk down the aisle to marry a man I did not know. "You'll be fine." I heard him call out. I glanced up, only to see that he was staring down at me with nothing but void in his eyes. "You promised that you would protect me." I accused as tears blurred my eyes. "You'll be protected here." He dismissed before he gave me his back. "I hate you." I whispered, feeling my scarred heart break in my chest all over again. "I hate you for what you'd allowed to happen to me, and I hate you for what you're allowing to happen to me now." I added, hoping my words would hurt my coldblooded father. I kn...
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