Emilia~"Why did you do it?" I asked Marcelo, as I barged into his study.He seemed to be in the middle of a meeting with about three of his men, and they all looked up at me. I didn't care what I had just interrupted, I just wanted answers from him."Why did you fucking do it?" I repeated through gritted teeth. I had always seen myself as someone who had a pretty good control over her temper. I hardly ever lost it, but Marcelo seemed to be getting on my every nerves with his actions. I couldn't just sit by and take it anymore.He exchanged a look with each of the men, and they all stood up to leave, one after the other. Marcelo waited till it was just the both of us, before he plopped himself down on a spinning chair.From the large window behind him, I could see what was left of the DellCorp building in the distance. Marcelo had the audacity to smirk at the horrified look on my face."Well, good morning to you too!" He said, making me clench my fist in rage. I wanted to punch th
Emilia~I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of cold water on my skin. It felt like I was finally taking a break from all that was going on in my life, and I loved it.It's been two days since I last saw both Marcelo and Mae. Everything felt too peaceful and quiet, giving the feeling of the calm before a storm.My mind reeled back to the morning of the confrontation between myself and Mae."I know what you did to Martha." I remember how scared I was, thinking she was definitely going to be after revenge or something.Things however, took a much different turn than what I had expected. Mae wasn't even slightly upset about it. If anything, it looked like she had made peace with it."She betrayed our Boss, sounds to me like she got what she deserves." She had simply said in a monotone.Mae also broke the news of her moving to Texas, as suggested by Marcelo. She said something about starting her life afresh, to which I just nodded in understanding. I was still wary of her, and a part
Emilia~Torture! That was the word that described what Marcelo was doing to me.I have been cooped up in this goddamn room all day, trying to pleasure myself just like I did earlier. However, the experience wasn't the same without him.He gave me a taste of it, only to leave me craving for more. How the hell was that fair?I lifted up my gown to try fingering myself once again. I had nothing else to do today, so I might as well keep trying.I rubbed my hands all over my swollen clit, biting my lower lip in anticipation of that pleasurable feeling. After going at it for long enough, I had to come to terms with the fact that my efforts were pointless. This wasn't going to work without Marcelo.I rolled out of bed, with my mind set on doing the one thing he asked me not to do; go out of my room. This one was going to be on him, for starving me and locking me up like a damn prisoner.He said something about having a meeting with some other Dons, but I really didn't give a damn about it r
Marcelo~Maybe Emilia was right about one thing afterall; I couldn't stand being bested by anybody, talk more of a scrawny, old fellow like O'Dell.I grinned at the latter, who was tied to a chair, powerless right before me. I watched gleefully, as he panicked, struggling to set himself free. He had a bag over his head, which muffled his screams and cuss words. All these happened, without me even having to lift a finger. Now that is the real definition of power.I snapped my fingers, and my men immediately removed the bag from over his head. He winced, trying to adjust his eyes to the brightness of the room. The rays of sun entering through the small window, definitely was helping him."Buongiorno, signor!" I grinned, as he finally looked up at me.His expression slowly changed into a hateful glare, which only made my grin wider. I definitely enjoyed taunting him."You!" He sneered, earning a shrug from me."I know this wasn't really how we talked about it." I said, rolling my eyes
Marcelo~"Find her!" I barked out orders to my men.The revving sound of motorcycle and car engines, echoed through the air, as they all drove off to do as I ordered."Search every corner of this goddamn island, if you have to!" I yelled."And as for you!" I said, pointing towards a trembling Preston.He couldn't bring himself to look me in the eyes, because he knew he messed up big time. "You'll take us to the place where she got missing." I said, making him nod his head frantically."Better pray we find her tonight, or you'll be sorry for taking your eyes off her." I told him right to his face, before brushing past him."Get in the fucking car!" I yelled out to him, as I and Martinez were walking towards the said car.Soon enough, we were on the road, keeping our eyes peeled for any sign of Emilia. That woman really has no idea of the kind of dangers that lurk around. The mere fact that she was with me, was enough to make her a walking target to people who want me dead. Why the f
Marcelo~"Are you mad at me?" She asked me for the umpteenth time."No." I answered her, taking off my shirt that had been ruined with her vomit stains.Drunk Emilia was definitely something, as I haven't really been exposed to this side of her before.As I tossed the shirt into the hamper, Emilia stumbled towards me, her eyes glassy and unfocused. I caught her by the elbows, steadying her as she swayed precariously."You'll hurt yourself." I said, my voice low and even. "You should rest now."Emilia looked up at me, her face scrunched up in a mixture of concern and contrition. "I'm sorry, Marc," she slurred, her words barely intelligible. "I know you're still mad at me."I sighed, feeling a pang of amusement despite myself. A part of me wanted to yell at her and scold her for leaving the house, despite my warning. I wanted to punish her for disobeying me, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to do it."It's okay, Emilia," I said, trying to reassure her. "How about we tal
Emilia~"Fuck me!" I cussed under my breath.I slowly opened my eyes, wincing as a wave of pain washed over me. My head was pounding, my mouth was dry, and my stomach was churning with a mix of nausea and regret.I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my head, making me fall back onto the bed. I groaned, covering my face with my hands, as the harsh sun rays filtered into my eyes.What the hell was happening to me, a hangover? As I lay there, bit and pieces of my memories began to come together. I remembered Preston driving me around, stopping to buy gas, and...Oh no!I remembered Marcelo. I remembered him finding me at the club, throwing me over his shoulder, and... and...I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me, and I clamped my hands over my mouth. What had I done? What had I said?I slowly sat up again, this time more carefully. I looked around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings. I was in my bedroom, in Marcelo's mansion.I threw off the covers and got ou
Emilia's POVI stood in front of the large mirror, in nothing but my undergarments. The blue in my eyes seemed to have lost their brightness, as I stared blankly at my reflection.Was O'Dell really dead, or was Marcelo just playing one of his sick games with me? It was unlike Marcelo to lie about things like this, so the former was likely to be the case here.The door suddenly opened, revealing some maids who walked in with expensive dresses and make-up to adorn me, courtesy of Marcelo. I stood still as they clothed me and dolled me up like I was some mourning bride. Everything about today felt very wrong to me, and only one person seemed like the right person to be blamed; Marcelo!Speaking of the devil, he slowly emerged from behind me in an all-black suit that seemed to match my dress. He looked really proud of himself, as he gazed into the mirror."Did you do it?" I suddenly blurted out the question that had been on mind, and Marcelo didn't even appear slightly shockedHe busied
[A/N: as you might already know, we're finally coming to the end of this book and this might as well be the very last chapter. I'm so excited to finally move on to my next project... lol 😊I want to say a very big thanks to you devoted readers that made writing a fun experience for me. I promise there's more better reads to come.]Emilia~"You still want to do this?" I whispered to Marcelo, as we linked our arms together in front of the makeshift aisle.A number of Marcelo's men, allies and well wishers were now gathered for our union as couples. I warmed my heart to see them all gathered in support of us.Marcelo looked me right in the eyes, before leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek. It gave me instant butterflies like it was the first time."Hell yeah!" He whispered into my ear, making me smile like some teenage girl with a highschool crush."You go girl!" I turned to see Jennie cheering me on from among the small crowd gathered. She had little Chloe in her arms and the latte
Emilia~"The Boss is in trouble." She told me."Little Chloe was never the actual target. Donatello has always wanted our boss by all means."I wondered how such an obvious fact could fly right over my head. I should have known that the whole time.Marcelo's father was a psychopath who is hellbent on ruining his son's life. He had been doing that since Marcelo was just a kid, wanting to turn his own son into a heartless monster.The reason he wanted to get rid of me so badly was because he always saw me as a threat to his plans. Donatello had always known that as long as I was in his son's life, he won't be able to have full control over the latter.After killing his mother right in front of him, he still had the guts to continue ruining his life. It was my responsibility to save Marcelo from him."Can't you go any faster?" I shouted at Andre, who was already driving as fast as the car could take us.Donatello had planted a bomb in the church that was supposed to serve as a venue for
Emilia~I looked down at the trembling maid with a scowl. She had been serving in this mansion for years, which also made her one of the most trusted members of the staff. She misused that trust."Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't let them kill you." I spat, making her whimper in fear.For some reasons however, it felt like that fear wasn't just directed at me. She was afraid of someone way scarier, and I already had a good idea of who that was."Please, Miss...you have to believe me!" She pleaded with widened eyes, trying to grab me by the hem of my gown.I stepped away from her, keeping the unfriendly scowl on my face. She did try to kidnap my daughter, who was barely a month old. "I didn't want to do it!" She cried out."I didn't want to do it, he made me do it!""Donatello made me do it!" I wasn't surprised by her confession. It was something I and Marcelo had already known and anticipated for a while now. We knew Donatello would try to make such dirty move, and we were re
Emilia~I beamed at my reflection in the mirror, feeling all kinds of warm emotions rush through me.The last time I was in a wedding gown, I wasn't smiling this big. I wasn't even wearing the gown because I wanted to.I thought about how much has changed since then, and it all happened when one particular, green-eyed, Mafia boss made his way into my life.I initially fought hard against the feelings I had for Marcelo, but time has made me to realize that falling for him wasn't even a bad thing. I was shamelessly in love with someone who is considered "dangerous", a notorious crime boss, who is now the father of my child, and my husband to be. A criminal he is, and being associated with him should also make me one. Crime has never really been a hobby for me, but this one was way too good of an offer for me to pass. Falling for Marcelo Del Ponte, was my first criminal act. It is my only crime, and one I'd love to commit all over again."Mrs. Emilia Del Ponte." Jennie whispered gleeful
Emilia~Little Chloe was fast asleep now. She had spent most of the day being her usual loud self, and basically demanding attention from everyone in the mansion. Even the household staff would begin to run around, whenever she starts her usual tantrums. She sure has her father's fiery temper, and the thought of it made me smile.It's been over a month since her birth, and Marcelo hasn't been around as much as he used to be. Whenever he was around, he was usually either down in the basement or busy doing some mafia business with his men. He was gradually becoming too busy, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried.It felt like he was returning to his cold, distant self again, and I knew I had a responsibility to make sure it never happens. I took one last glance at my sleeping child, before turning around to leave her in the cradle. My hand found the light switch and I flipped it off.Stepping out of Chloe's room, I was a little surprised to see Marcelo standing on the balcony. H
Marcelo~"How dare you?!" I roared in fury, throwing a punch at the face of the man in front of me.He was already looking like a bloodied pulp, courtesy of me. Maybe he wasn't so easy to break like I initially thought."How dare you try to defend a monster like Donatello?" I yelled out in frustration, not understanding how my father is able to command such loyalty. This man was literally ready to die for him.A small, choked laughter escaped his lips, causing my frown to deepen and my fists to clench tighter.I was about to hit him again, when my arm was suddenly stopped by Andre. I turned around to hiss at the latter, but his hold on my arm didn't seem to budge. His grip was as sturdy as a vice, and he had a blank expression on his face. "You've been at it for hours, Boss!" He said, looking down at the man."At this rate, you'll just end up killing him."I suddenly snatched my arm away from his grip, gritting my teeth at him in rage."Then, so be it!" I growled."He deserves to die
Marcelo~"Where the fuck is Andre?" I hissed at the man in front of me, before brushing past him and storming forward.Normally I'd gladly handle business, but today was one of those days I'd rather not. It's barely been hours since my woman just gave birth to our little, baby girl and I wanted more than anything to be there with them. I already felt like I was missing out on something important."He's supposed to be here! He's supposed to be the one handling business!" I protested."I'm afraid it's not something even you would want us to handle without your involvement, Boss." His statement made me freeze in my track. Was it really that important? I slowly turned around to face him, and I could see the hint of urgency in his eyes. "What the hell is going on?" I asked, taking a few steps towards him."We found him, Boss" I frowned at the vague piece of information he gave me, looking at him for an explanation. Who was he talking about? My father?"We found Donatello." It felt as
Emilia~"It's a girl!" I let out a sigh of relief at the sound of my crying newborn. My breathing was ragged and I could hardly keep my eyes opened. It was all worth it though.A small, weak smile made its way to my face as I saw our child being handed over to a wide eyed Marcelo. I didn't think I'd ever seen that particular expression on his face before. He was having his first taste of fatherhood, and I happily watched him relish the moment.It's barely been over an hour since our little girl arrived, and she was already so loud. Marcelo didn't seem to mind however, as he cradled her in his arms like some delicate, expensive work of art.His green eyes were reflecting so much love and warmth towards our little one, and that scene right there was a very perfect picture to me. It was one I've always wanted, even without me knowing; the man I love, carrying our first child in his arms. Right then and there, I had no doubt that he would do anything in his power to protect our baby gir
Marcelo~Ever since I found out about Emilia's pregnancy, I've been preparing for this very moment. I made sure she got the required rest and nutrition, always being there to support her through the challenges of carrying a new life inside her.I made sure to book her appointments with the best health care specialists, even going as far as inviting them over to the mansion. As at now, I had a medical team on standby, since I knew she was almost due. This was her first attempt to birth a child and I would hate for her to encounter any unpleasant situation.Despite the fact that I had put in that much effort, I couldn't help the fear and nerve wracking feeling that coursed through me. I paced restlessly in the corridor, listening to all the noises coming from the delivery room. Of course I couldn't go in. I didn't know if I could handle seeing her in so much pain.Dammit! Why do I have to be such a fucking pussy, right at this moment? "She's a strong woman. She'll survive." Andre, my