Ezabella Viper...I slept in.I don't know why I had such a peaceful sleep, but it was the best rest I have had in a very long time. Maybe it was because I had such a nice day with the Smiths. Maybe it was because they successfully drew the bad energy out of me. Or maybe it was because I had such a good hair day.Either way, I woke up totally refreshed, and the first thing I did was run both of my hands through my hair, my fingers effortlessly parting the strands.I threw the covers off my legs and stood up, stretched my arms over my head. A yawn split my lips wide open.I looked around the dark living room, trying to see if there were any signs of the man I married. I glanced down the dark hall and saw that the door to his office was closed. I reached for my phone that I had tucked between the cushions and checked what time it was. That was when I realized that I had slept in. I was sure Jacopo wouldn't be at the apartment this late, and that gave me a sense of relief.I che
Jacopo Nicolo...I looked down at Ezabella Viper with pure amusement. She looked scared, terrified for her life even. Yet she didn't take a step away from me as I had assumed she would."You don't think I can use force, Ezabella Viper?" I asked again, but this time around, she didn't give me a reply.She just pressed her lips in a tight line and continued to stare at me through her lashes, clearly terrified to speak up again.The previous night was horrible.After I had my nightmare, I returned to my home office and thought about what I was going to do. The nightmare I had reminded me of just how much I hated the man I had become. It made me realize just how selfish I grew to be at wanting to keep my space clean from anyone. It also made me realize just how cruel I had become, considering how I treated the woman I recently married on the night of our wedding. I almost died the night of my wedding, and I kind of tried to take it out on Ezabella Viper. No matter what my reason wa
Ezabella Viper...It would be an understatement to say that Jacopo Nicolo was becoming unbearable to live with.The first week of our marriage, I was terrified of him. I did my best to avoid him, and I mostly kept my complaints to myself, too afraid to speak to him and cause him to react in a way that would cost me my life.However, after he suggested that he wanted to negotiate with me to take the metal flash my father gave me, he was insufferable.Jacopo must have really wanted me to give him the flash myself. I couldn't begin to understand his tactics or why he wanted me to give in and hand over the flash to him, when he could snatch it away from me using the obvious strengths advantage he has over me.But whatever his reason was, he was out for the flash, and I was not willing to give it to him.At first, it was all about wanting to keep the one thing my father wore around his neck safe. It must have been precious enough to wear and then give to me as a gift. There was no way
Jacopo Nicolo..."Have you forgotten that I've put you in charge of my biggest casino?" Dante asked, annoyance evident in his voice.Dante had the right to be upset with me. Yes, I had a job to do back at the casino, and no, I was not doing the job I needed to do back at the casino.I have been too busy trying to get the flash out of Ezabella Vipers grip, while also proving to myself that I was not as sick and twisted as I thought I had become.I was also neglecting the mission Dante had given Cane and I to find out what the heck was going on with Alex Fimbar and the case the detectives were trying to build against him.Cane never called me. I assumed he was always the kind to work solo better, but Dante was not as optimistic as Cane and I were no longer working together."I have been busy," I replied."Busy doing what?" Dante snapped back. "Busy rotting away in your apartment when you have important things to do and a case to fix?"I let out another sigh."Listen Nicolo, I have be
Ezabella Viper...I watched as Jacopo Nicolo walked away from the bed and stood across from me, his back pressed against the drape-covered window."Go ahead," he commented.I placed a laptop on my lap and waited for it to finish powering up. Anticipation was making my guts twist, that along with the fear of finding something horrible.I truly didn't know what to expect and why my father kept the flash close to himself.But I was going to find out very soon. I plugged the flash in, and within seconds, it automatically opened.I narrowed my eyes and leaned closer, trying to see what it was.There was a single video, one that was seven hours long.Goodness, why the heck was my father carrying around a video seven hours long? To what end?Confusion clouded my head as I pointed the arrow in the video and double-clicked it, ready to see the secret my father was wearing around his neck and my husband was desperate to find out about.The video started, and the first thing I heard was the
Jacopo Nicolo...I stood in the dark hall, just silently staring at the woman sitting behind the drapes, softly sobbing.She was pulling a certain string in my cold heart.Her reaction to what was on the flash took me aback. It was not at all what I had expected from her.I recalled the terrified look on her face. She looked traumatized, like she was looking at something she had never expected to see before.I was curious as to what the flash contained. I was surprised when she went back on her words and offered to return the things I gave her in my home office. I had seen the fire blazing in her eyes when I gave her the things she had previously wanted, but I'd also seen them die down when she returned them back to me.Instead of reaching for the laptop, I walked after her, taking in a full reaction, wondering why she was suddenly breaking down.I didn't know what to do. A small part of me was telling me to return to the bedroom, so I would be able to retrieve the laptop and se
I sat in my office for seven hours without living a muscle, just watching the video without taking my eyes off of it.Victor Viper was not joking when he promised Eliot Williamson that he was going to make him cry like a little boy, make him piss and soil his pants. Victor Viper tortured the man who had tried to take his city and legacy away from him, along with his only daughter.I'd heard on the day Dante offered this marriage alliance to me, that Victor Viper's daughter was kidnapped by the enemy who took the Vipers away from him. I knew she was in the hands of a horrible man. I just didn't know the extent of what he must have done to her to earn this much torture at the hands of Victor Viper.It would be an understatement to say that Victor didn't hold back. He used every single tool he had at his disposal, every single item that would fall into his hands to torture the freaking life out of Eliot Willamson. He kept his promise by making Eliot cry and begging for a quicker death.
The torture when on and Eliot ended up hanging on a lot longer than I thought he would.Victor had said that he should have started recording a while ago, which made me realize that the torture was a lot longer than seven hours.I sat through it all, watching and listening, learning and hating every last second of the video.My mind was exhausted by the time I was done. I have to say, I admired how adamant Victor Viper was when he took revenge for what had happened to his daughter. When the video was over and the laptop shut down on its own due to a lower battery, I stayed still, looking at my reflection through the dark screen.Watching that video made me doubt everything I thought I knew. Among the few things I have come to understand is that Victor Viper truly loved and cared about his daughter. That torture was not a matter of pride or anger due to the short-term loss of his power as the leader of the Vipers. It was all because of his failure to protect his only daughter.She wa
Elijah and Jacopo left us, going to the home office to work, while I stepped closer to Cilvia and started helping her with the little bows she wanted to make on the tiny candy baskets that would later be handed out as treats."These are adorable." I commented, smiling from ear to ear as I tied to small bows."Right? They are my idea, you know." Cilvia replied, proud of her creation."How are the twins?" I asked, glancing around in case I catch sight of them."They're taking a nap. They barely slept last night." Ella replied, looking around and taking inventory of everything they had prepared."Not anymore." Dalinda, the sweet old lady who is always dressed in pink, commented as she walked out of the house next to her husband, each of them holding one of the girls."Oh, my babies. Are you up from your nap?" Ella cooed as she reached out to gently pinch their cheeks, speaking with her lips pouted and her voice even softer.The girls giggled, and damn it, I got a baby fever. They are the
Ezabella Viper...I wake up every day with my husbamds arms comfortably wrapped around me. Each morning after the alarm blared and Jacopo shuts it off, I would feel his lips covering my bare shoulder with feathered kisses.The last four weeks have been absolutely perfect. I wake up each day with Jacopo sleeping behind me and go to sleep with Jacopo's arms around me.The two of us had been intimate with each other for the first time four weeks ago on the sixth month of our wedding day, and it sure as heck was not the last.It's true when they say the right person will make you feel at home, and even your body will allow their closeness.I couldn't even imagine touching another human being, let alone being intimate to that level, but that night with Jacopo just felt right. It felt like a blessing to be in his arms and to be so comfortable with him the way he was comfortable with me.I laid my all to Jacopo, and I felt he did the same with me.I couldn't ask more for our marriage, a
Work has been silent lately. It was too good to be true.The casino was running perfectly smooth the past week, and so was the work Attiwood left behind at my family's company.Things in the web have been quite as well. The dinner parties were safe, the gatherings were fine, and the meetings were smooth. New members joined in, and old members died. Attiwood was still not found.No more words came from the Viper city after Victor Viper killed all of the people the biker named, which led to the bikers' death. My life at home was better than perfect. Eza and I could not be happier and closer. I look forward to the day to end just so I can go home and see her.We weren't just physically close to each other. The emotional connection was growing as well. I feel attacked to her in a way I have never felt towards anyone else.And then there is my mother. Eza and I tried our best to convince her to move in with us. She refused. So we had to settle for the next best thing, which was to convinc
Jacopo Nicolo...I awkwardly stated at my mother as she slid under the covers of my old bed, the one in the master bedroom.She propped her pillow up and settled down before she looked up at me.I could see her heart breaking as she looked up at me, her eyes shining hurt.Seeing her today, or ever for that matter, was not what I had expected for the day to go. Even while seeing her sit back on the bed, I would think she'd disappear if I blinked too much.All the hate I had in my heart for her caused by the way she abandoned me ended up a shield I used to protect myself from how I truly felt.I missed her.I missed her to the point that I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me when I saw her in the kitchen. I was afraid she would disappear if I didn't grab her in the next few seconds. The thought terrified me to the point that I had to run to her.Even after hugging her, even after feeling her motherly arms wrap around me, even after I felt her hands touching my scarred face,
Jacopo and Vanessa sat on the couch. He was looking at her like he had seen a mystical creature, completely awe and happy.The two had cried in each other's arms for a few more minutes in the kitchen. Jacopo could hardly believe his mother was really with us. Once he pulled away from her, he took her hand and led her to the couch. He'd sat her down before he too sat on the edge and just stared at her.Vanessa couldn't stop crying, looking at her sons scars. "Where have you been?" Jacopo has whispered, looking at her with bloodshot eyes.I wanted to give them space and let them freely talk with each other. So I silently moved to the kitchen and stood behind the counter, still happily keeping my eyes on them.I watched them interact with each other.To say Jacopo was happy to finally reunite with his mother would be an understatement. He spoke to her softly, his eyes once in a while watering. I watched his blink his tears away several times as he listened to her speak.They hugged e
Vanessa and I sat on the couch in the living room, the apartment slightly awkward and silent. I'd kept my promise and waited for Vanessa to finish working on her last clients hair, and Cilvia waited with me. Once she was done, she grabbed her things, and off we went to the apartment building.Cilvia was absolutely sweet, driving us back even though she didn't have to. On the drive back home, Vanessa ended up telling us a bit about how her life turned out once she ran away.Before she ran away, her husband was already cheating. She said she was delusional enough to look past the beating at some point, but finding out that her husband was trying to get with another woman made her realize that he would truly kill her. And then, he did try to kill her. The scar running up her neck and stopping at the point of her chin was proof of that.She then explained how she ran away.Vanessa's story was well known in the city by those who were in the underground business. Even though the Nicolos wer
"You don't have to stay here, you know." I commented as I glanced at Cilvia."And end up getting myself on Nicolo's death note? No thanks." Cilvia replied. "Besides, I'm invested in this story. I want to see if she'll listen to you." She added.I let out a sigh, looking at Vanessa work on her clients hair with the utmost care.She glanced at us for the third time since we walked in and sat by the waiting area.The lady who always worked on Cilvia's hair was surprised to see us back again, and when she asked if we were going to get our hairs done, Cilvia said yes, but we were waiting for Vivian's chair.The lady didn't mind, claiming that her hands were full today and told us to wait until Vivian's finishes with her client.It was obvious that Vanessa did not want to talk to us again, and while I realized that we were being a bit pushy, I was not going to back down when there was an opportunity to make Jacopos happy and have him reunti with his mother after a long time.We waited for V
Cilvia and I awkwardly sat next to each other in the little cozy cafe located across the street from the hair salon. Vivian sat across from us, looking down into her tea cup as if it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen in her entire life.I wasn't sure how to address her yet. Was I supposed to call her Vivian or Venassa? I mean, which one would me be more respectful and make her comfortable with me?She is my mother-in-law, after all, and Jacopo had spoken so fond of her that U know having a good relationship with her was possible."You know the first time I saw you, I knew you were familiar. It bothered me the entire day. I hate it when my mind is reminding me of my age because clearly I'm becoming more forgetful if I can't remember you." Cilvia commented, breaking the awkward silence.Vanessa looked up at Cilvia and then me, slowly nodding her head and looking back down again.I glanced at Cilvia, wondering how well she knew Jacopo's mother even though the Nicolo's we
I made my way back to Jacopo's bedroom. Well, I guess now it is his old bedroom since I have managed to completely move him in with me.I walked into the walk-in closet and made the drawer my target. Leaning down, I picked up the large photo album and closed the drawer.I then took it back to my room... I mean, our room.My knee was starting to throb, but I couldn't care less. I wanted to see some cute photos of Jacopo as a child, and I was all in front it.I sat down on the bed and made sure I was comfortable before I opened the cover of the album.My smile dropped when I didn't see a single photo on the first page, or the second, or even the third.I flipped through the pages, and they were all empty. I got excited for absolutely nothing.I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. I was. I was curious to see what my Jacopo looked like when he was a baby. But I guess that will be left a mystery.I continued to flip through the empty pages, just fanning through them, wishing th