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Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. Tangled.
Ezabella Viper...I hid in the bathroom, slightly upset with myself for not properly thanking Ella Smith before I stepped out of the elevator. I made sure to lock the door before I ventured further into the bathroom, standing in front of the sink to look at myself in the mirror above it.I cringed at the sight of my hair, knowing it was going to be extra tangled once I freed it from the bun. I dropped my eyes to my face.Despite sleeping the entire late afternoon and night the previous day, I looked extremely exhausted, as if I had not slept for 48 hours straight.I sighed, dropping the phone on the edge of the sink and dragging both of my hands down my face, stopping at my eyes to give them a quick rub before I reached down for the sink.Turning the water on, I leaned down and splashed cold water on my face, hoping it would chase away the exhaustion from my body.The gathering with the other women truly felt like I had walked myself into a battlefield and came out on the other s
Last Updated : 2024-12-11Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. Partially barefeet.
Jacopo Nicolo...I stood beneath the cold spray of the shower, my eyes closed, and my head tilted back as I let the chill freeze my scarred face. Half of my forehead was covered with my soaked hair, and the other half stayed bare, getting direct splashes from the water.It was my third day as a married man, and I was over it. Ever since that woman came into this house, I haven't had a single breath of relief, a comfortable sleep, or even pleasant work.It's like she was a magnet of evil, drawing a bad aura towards me and my business. From the call Ricardo gave me about the detectives snooping around the casino, to the news about Alex Fimbar's disappearance, to his meeting with the woman that almost burned me to crisp, to Ella showing up to ruin my plan, and then the call I received right after I sent her away, every single thing has been extra stressful.I recalled the short conversation I had with Dante after Ella left. He said he was unable to squeeze out the whereabouts of A
Last Updated : 2024-12-12Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. The slightest limp.
Ezabella Viper...I sat tense in the back seat of the car, my left shoulder firmly pressed against the door. I kept my eyes on my hands, unwilling to look at anything that might draw my anxiety out.My sock-covered toes wiggled with tension the further we drove away from the apartment building. I couldn't find comfort sitting on the rather comfortable chair, my back too hunched from trying to make myself look much smaller and unnoticeable.I couldn't understand why Jacopo Nicolo decided to drag me out of the apartment. Fear of the location of where he was taking me made me even more anxious to the point that the second he spoke, I forgot to grab my shoes and my phone. I assumed something horrible awaited me, and it was all because I chose to follow Ella Smith out of the apartment even though he didn't want me to leave.A phone rung in the car, disturbing the suffocating silence, and Jacopo reached into the inside of his chest pocket to pick it up.I played with my fingers, draw
Last Updated : 2024-12-13Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. Personal battles.
A low drum made my head hurt. The driver was choosing to listen to his boss by staying in the car, but he was drumming his fingers against the steering wheel nonstop, and it was starting to make my head hurt.The beat continued without skipping a single second, the rhythm turning wilder and louder.I wanted to tell him to stop, but I didn't have enough courage to do so. So I kept my words to myself and sat still, my eyes cast outward at the window and taking in the flowers plated across from the front door of the mansion.I was trying to keep my mind busy to distract myself from the disturbance in the car, when the drumming suddenly stopped.I moved my eyes to the front of the car, thankful for the silence. But I looked up and saw that the diver was looking at me through the rear view mirror.I immediately tensed where I sat, seeing a certain emotion in his eyes, one I was unable to understand before it disappeared."You're Ezabella Viper, aren't you?" He asked.For some reason, I fe
Last Updated : 2024-12-13Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. The driver and the man.
My head was spinning. All I could think about was the man who snuck into the Fimbar mansion, and my mind was presenting me with images of Helena Fimbar dead, or really scarred for life.I had glanced at Jacopo Nicolo multiple times, contemplating whether or not I should tell him what I saw. Each time I would open my lips to speak, the words would get stuck in my throat and form a painful lump, preventing me from speaking my mind.The tension in the car was tense as ever, contributing to my fear of telling Jacopo Nicolo what I witnessed.The drive lasted for another hour before the car started slowing down.I looked out the window and saw that we were pulling up into the parking lot of a small bar. Connor was once again waiting for Jacopo in his car, and the second we arrived, he hopped out of the car.Jacopo opened the door and hopped out, and together, the two walked into the bar.Once again, he left with the driver, and he started drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, an
Last Updated : 2024-12-14Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. Investigation.
Jacopo Nicolo...The investigation was not kind to us. Cane and I had an interesting talk with the Fimbars. Before entering the mansion, Cane and I discussed that we would have a conversation with the mother and father separately in different rooms before we would pay Helena Fimabr a visit.I spoke to the mother, Piper Fimabr, and every cell in my body was annoyed with her to the point that I almost reached for my gun.I'd asked her a simple and straight forward question that required a simple and straightforward answer. But she would take her sweet time fabricating stories I didn't need or even asked for.I'd asked her when was the last time she had seen her son Alex Fimbar, and the old woman would start ger answer by blaming her daughter-in-law."My son has been quite stressed lately. That worthless wife of his has been sucking the life out of him. Ever since he married her a few weeks ago, he has been miserable. I know he barely sleeps at night with her in his bed. She doesn't
Last Updated : 2024-12-15Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. Traumatized.
I drove around the nearby places as slowly as I could, casting looks towards the streets to see if I could find her walking around.Throughout the entire search, I was wondering as to why that woman would run away. If her main purpose was to build a trap on the web, then why did she need to run away?I wondered if maybe it was because she needed time to meet up with someone, but that didn't make much sense, since I surprised her by taking her out of the apartment when she least expected it.I tried to make sense of it, but nothing seemed to come to mind.The search lasted about an hour before I received a call from Cane.I answered the phone, feeling unease, and hoped that he would find her, since I obviously couldn't."Tell me you found her." I called out the second I pressed the phone against my scarred ear."Worried about your wife, I see..." He commented, the mockery ringing in his voice."Cane!" I hissed, moving my car to the side to park."Yes..." He finally replied. "I found h
Last Updated : 2024-12-16Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. Traumatized 2.
Ezabella Viper...My ears were ringing, my guts twisting, and my entire body shivering. I was having a hard time comprehending what happened in the last few hours. From waking up to Ella Smith's phone call to Jacopo Nicolo taking me out of his apartment, from witnessing a thief sneaking into the Fimbar's mansion to almost getting sold... Everything was too much.All I wanted was a warm... no, a scorching hot shower, and then get a long sleep. All I wanted to do was forget that everything happened, but I still couldn't stop myself from remembering.I recalled hiding behind the dumpster, the little shadow it cast, hiding me from the outside world. I remember watching the people walking by without noticing me. I remember how low need felt and how scared I was.I recalled watching the time go by and the day darken. It truly terrified me. I thought I was lost forever. It might have been a silly thought for an adult, but it still didn't stop me from feeling a gut twisting nerve.I
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Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. Baby Steps.
Jacopo was in a bad mood for the rest of the night after Dante called, and he spoke to him over the phone. I got him to eat the food I heard up for the two of us, but he barely said a single word. I realized that he wasn't just upset with Dante. He had pure hate for that man. And again, I did not think that it would be appropriate to bring it up at that moment and make him speak about it when he clearly did that want to.I saw him crawl out of his shell not long ago just for him to crawl right back in after the phone call. I realized that while he needed to take all the time he wanted to heal, he also needed to make baby steps out of his shell and the apartment.That night, he went straight to bed after he had his dinner, and I kept my eyes on the electric stove until it cooled off before I joined him.I would usually settle for his old bedroom, but seeing as he had walked out of his room earlier to come look for me, I thought maybe he would appreciate it if I did the same for him.I
Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. it's over.
Jacopo's chest was pressed against my back, his arms still wrapped around my waist. His hands were pressed against my growing baby bumb, his fingers gently sticking my stomach over the fabric of my dress. I'd melted into his arms the second I realized that he was truly standing behind me with his arms around me. It was slightly harder to accept that he was out of his bedroom over the fact that I might be dreaming of all of this.His warm breath was fanning the side of my neck as he handed his chin leaning against my shoulder. My eyes were still planted on the window, but I was no longer looking at the breath taking night view. Instead, I was looking at Jacopo's reflection, studying every inch of him.His eyes were closed, his face relaxed to the point that he looked like he was soundly sleeping. I wanted to close my eyes and melt more into him, feel the heat of his body through our clothes. It truly felt like a dream, a good one at that.Jacopo pressed another kiss on the side of m
Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. Progress.
I stood in front of the window, looking out at the starless night sky. I had one hand pressed against my lower abdomen and the other hand supporting my waist. I was exhausted, but I couldn't force my eyes away from the beautiful view just yet.The past eight weeks had not been easy, but they were certainly a working progress.The first few days, I was unable to make him eat much. He would nibbled on something and drained a water bottole before he would go back to sleep. He was losing a lot of weight in those times, and I was getting more and more concerned about him.He refused to let Doctor Morgan into the house so he can check his wound for him, and he refused to listen to my pleas for him to eat, to get up and stretch him muscles a bit. He refused to leave the bedroom we used to share, and he refused to speak to me as well. I had decided to sleep in his previous bedroom at night to give him the space he needed and kept being around him during the day.But I wasn't the only one J
Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. Broken and Beaten down.
I started by drawing the thick drapes and letting sun shower the living room, instantly making it much better than it was when I first arrived. I then went into the kitchen to first check if there was anything around that would result in a proper meal.The boiled eggs were at the same spot as I had left them when I decided to leave for the Viper city, and the remaining fruits looked a bit off considering the amount of time they were left in there. And from the clean trash can, I could tell that Jacopo had not been eating.I pulled my phone out, exiting out of the list of contact numbers from when I gave my father a call just minutes ago, and looked into the restaurants Jacopo and I used to order from.I knew he had a few favorites, so I decided to order from a few of them in case he was feeling of having a variety.Until I food arrived, I bussied myself by cleaning the fridge and them pacing around when I had nothing else to do.All of the food arrived maybe about thirty minutes later
Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. Things to do.
The drive to Jacopo's apartment was silent. There was a car following after my father and I as he was planning on staying in the web city to make sure that I was safe. My stomach was fluttering with a lot of emotions, the most dominant once being fear and doubt."I want you to keep your phone on you every single second of the day and night. Understood?" My father commented as he stopped the car in front of the tall apartment building."Undrestood." I nodded my head."I also need you to keep me updated. I want your morning texts to be morning, noon, and night. Okay?""Okay?""Oh, and one more thing. Do not forget what you promised me. You sense any danger, then I was you out of there. Okay.""I'll keep my promise, Dad." I said, taking my seatbelt off and twisting in my seat to give him a hug."I'll be okay, Dad." I whispered.He let out a tired sigh as he patted me on the head."I'll trust that you'll be." He replied when I pulled away."I'm going to go now." I announced before I grab
Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. Sacrifice.
I was discharged a few hours later, and it took me a great deal of convincing my father to let me see Jacopo one more time before we left."You'll see him at the funeral." My father had argued when I asked him to let me see my husband first, but he let me go to Jacopo's room first before we left, and disappointment hit me when I saw that Jacopo was no longer there, only Dante, who was sitting on the chair by the bedside, the same one that was turned over when Jacopo attacked him."Where did he go?" I asked, looking at the empty bed."He's gone." He replied."Where?""Probably to his apartment." I heard my father sigh."And you just let him go?" I questioned, looking at my husband's boss with a frown on my face.Dante didn't give me a reply, which gave my father space to butt in."There you have it, Bella. Now let's go. You'll see him at the funeral anyway." He commented as he turned around to leave.I had no other choice but to follow him, knowing that I couldn't get myself to the ap
Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. Get out
Ezabella Viper...I woke up with a blinding headache, my eyes barely able to see around me. It took me some time to register that I was in a hospital room, sleeping in a hospital bed."Bella?" A familiar voice called out, forcing my eyes to shirt towards the bedside chair.My father's bruised face came into view."Bella," he called out again, hovering over my, his hands reaching for mine.Within the next seconds, he was running out of the hospital room to get someone and back with whoever he had gone searching for.The next few minutes went on as a woman examined me, shining light into my eyes, asking me how I felt, specifically how my head felt, and then proceeding to tell my father and I that I had a mild concussion and should be fine.My biggest worry was the health of my baby, as I recall being tossed around after those men dragged me out of the flipped car and into the trunk of their own. The most the doctor could tell me was that I needed rest and continuous supervision j
Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. Couldn't let her go.
My car stopped just outside of town, and from the previous location of where my mother was being kept, I could tell that I had about thirty more minutes of driving left to get there. And if I chose to go on foot, then it was guaranteed that it would significantly decrease the chances of my mother's survival.But I wasn't going to do anything by sitting around and waiting for something to happen. I needed to be moving, so, retrieving the phone from the floor of the car, I hopped out of the car and slammed it shut as hard as I could, venting some of my frustration out.I started speed walking no matter how exhausted my body was. I've already lost a good amount of blood, and I had enough in my body to barely move around.But my mother.I need to get to my mother.I could feel chill creeping up in me. I could feel the blood draining from my face, most probably leaving me as pale as a ghost.But I couldn't stop.The sliver of hope in my heart was forcing me to keep going.I knew I would die
Forced To Marry A Broken Monster. Running out of time.
The bark of the gunshot nearly deafened me. Blood splattered on the floor as a loud gasp echoed in the warehouse, filling in the silence left after the gunshot. Blood made my face wet. I watched as attiwood crashed on the ground, her knees almost cracking at the empact.Blood bubbled up her throat and slid down her chin. She lost her grip on the revolver, the small gun falling to the ground in front of her.She looked in shock as she looked down at her chest, her clothes wet from her own blood.I looked past her shoulder as footsteps echoed through the warehouse, a few masked gun men rushing in and pointing their guns at every dark corner.Victor was with the men, his bruised and cut-up face unmasked unlike the rest of them, smoke flowing out of the barrel of his glock.He'd shot Attiwood. He rushed forwards, heavily limping as he pushed past the struggling old witch in her knees. He pushed me aside to look at Eza, scooping her up in his arms as he called out her name."Bella? Bella
