“And, now I wonder which punishment is suitable for you, my liar of a wife.” Shaking her head in denial she tried moving away from him as fast as she could but she only ended up with her face pressed against his solid chest. His hold around her was strong and she could sense his insanity all over. It was making her whole body scream. She shakily gasped and whimpered while shaking her head again in denial when his warm breath hit her ears and his voice boomed. “Don't worry love. I'll give you another chance to run away. Let's see what happens then.” Lucia fought to push him away but her whole body was encased in his iron hold. She kept on crying and pleading with her head moving about. “No! I won't run away.” She hiccuped and felt him almost destroying her ribcage. Her heart was pounding so fast and she wonders how long her fragile heart would take all of it. “Now get up.” Lucia shooked her head and looked at him. “I won't run away. Please...don't kill me. I won't talk back to you e
Her whole body felt warm. Not just warm but also surprisingly good. She felt good. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself resting on a hanging chair. Her eyes stared ahead and a vast beautiful beach was in front of her. It looked very familiar. Her uncle Jonathan came to tap her shoulders getting her eyes away from the beach and to look at him. She smiled and took the pina colada drink he had for her. “Enjoying the view?” Jonathan asked and took off his sunshades before staring at the moving waters. “Dad's still busy with his meeting?” An eleven year old Lucia asked her uncle. “Hmm,” Jonathan hummed and looked at his niece who now had a sad face. It's been three days since they all came to the beach house and her father hadn't had any time for her. She could sense something was wrong. “Why are you sad now?” Jonathan asked. “I know that dad is troubled. I have noticed it for some days now. But...” Lucia let out a deep breath while swirling the straw in her pina colada. “Don't
“Ahhh...” Lucia winced as she tried to sit up and wondered how she was going to manage and handle this situation for the next six weeks. It would have been better if she had just died after jumping off from the edge of the roof. She never thought this problem will arise after choosing to take her own life. “Hey, does it hurt? Can you stand on your own? You'll need help.” Lucia froze the moment she heard his voice and his feet hitting the floor while coming to her. Looking at him she couldn't digest about what he had said earlier to the doctor before he saw her out. “You...you shouldn't have asked her to keep this thing on for six weeks. I...I wouldn't have liked causing you any...stress.” Lucia said being very careful with my words. She was trying not to get her heart all riled up again just because he was close to her. “And, who said you're causing me stress huh? I told the doctor I'll take care of you personally.” Lucia didn't like how he said he would take care of her personally
Lucia didn't feel like having anything to eat and could only stare at the grapes and berries before her. She felt so uncomfortable with Sylvester's long stare on her. It was like he had nothing else to do than to stare at her. “Won't you have the fruits or don't you want to overwork up your teeth? I can send for a soup instead.” Lucia looked at him before shooking her head and saying in her meek low voice. “Am not hungry.” Sylvester now had a frown on his face. “And, why aren't you? You haven't had anything since the fall. Your stomach was be empty. You must eat something or how will you get your strength and recover quickly?” Sylvester scolded her like a child and Lucia found it quite absurd that he was even thinking about her health all of a sudden. “I want you to start eating those fruits now or we'll have a problem Lucia.” Lucia gulped seeing his hard look and moved her arm slowly to pick up a grape. “Leave it. It seems you are in pain. I'll feed you myself.” Lucia felt so
Lucia wheeled herself into the walk-in closet accompanied by three female servants. She found the side where Liliana's dresses once were had been restocked with different types of expensive dresses. And, all were in her size. She wonders how Sylvester even knew her measurements. But then she inhaled knowing she wasn't to even think that anything has changed between them. She told the servants to help her shuffle between the racks for a nice sleeved black dress for the funeral she was to attend with Sylvester. She didn't know who had passed away and only knew the person was a close relative. Her mind kept on moving around in circles all centered around the same thing. What was Sylvester planning with her and why all of a sudden he was acting nice with her. Lucia looked at the time and knew Sylvester would be back home any minute. She had picked out a ruffle hem turtle neck black dress with the sleeves out. She had a white robe on and the servants wheeled her to her vanity table to ge
The car was already outside with the backseat door opened for them. Sylvester came out of the mansion with his wife in his arms. Lucia blinked and tried to look away when Sylvester's stare on her carried on for far too long. It was like he had nothing else to do since the time of her almost committing suicide. And, it was stressing her a lot that she wanted all of this to simply end. Sylvester got his face up ahead and was quick to spot Danilo and Victoria simultaneously stepping out of their home on the other side. Danilo looked pissed and Sylvester could tell why. Yesterday he didn't even step out of his house and he was supposed to welcome some important politicians and disguised drug dealers into their city. Nonetheless Sylvester took his eyes away and settled them back on his wife that seemed like the only thing that mattered right now. Her wheelchair was kept inside the trunk of the car while Sylvester slowly bent down a little while getting Lucia inside the car. Lucia looked
“Hello to my lovely extended family. Isn't it lovely to finally have us all here in one room after such a long time.” Sylvester smiled while Lucia gulped as he wheeled her along with him walking further into the room. “It's funny how we only get to see each other at funerals. Not even weddings because a lot of you couldn't or wouldn't even attend my wedding.” “I completely agree with you on that Sylvester. It's an irony how only sentiments bring us all together as a family. Well, all that began to happen with your arrival.” Lucia looked to her right to look at an old man talking who was using a walking stick for support. He was probably in his late 80s. “My favourite granduncle Greg amongst of all the bunch. Is it just me or has your thinking gone even farther old than your age that you made us loose the deal with the Americans some months back. Seems your strategies are already failing you.” Sylvester smirked. “And, it seems my age has finally cut up with me. But I can't say the s
“This better be important Danilo.” Sylvester scratched his temple impatiently. “This is important Sylvester. And, you tell me what's the matter? Why are you acting different for the past two days now?” Danilo asked. “I don't get you Dan. And, if you are in the mood for some beating about the bush then I am out. Besides my wife is waiting for me.”“And, since when have you started seeing her as your wife? Don't forget that woman is Liliana's sister. You can't be too careful around her.” Danilo said cautiously. “I don't like this at all Sylvester. You are acting just the same way when you brought that bitch to your house. You stopped focusing on the business...”“Enough Danilo. Lucia isn't like her sister. That bitch is a bitchy bitch but not my wife. She's different.” Sylvester said with a low growl causing Danilo to raise his left brows in suspicion. “Then tell me this. Are you in love with her?” Danilo asked and Sylvester had a wide smile on his face. “I only need a wife to have
Hello everyone, So the epilogue of this book is up now and it's time I say a goodbye to our lovely characters. I fell so much in love with these characters, it took me time to develop this one, because unlike my other books where I had the beginning to mid point of the story sorted out, writer's block tends to creep in, but with this book I already had everything figured out and how it was going to end, hence was the result of the daily updates. I'm glad some of you stuck with me till the end, it was your keen interest and your constant comments that made me want to keep going and wanting to complete this book in just three months. Many of my thanks for this book goes to my lovely readers in here ; Reem, Coco, Edna, Ruthl, Alana and all of you all. Forgive me if I couldn't mention you name in here but I thank you all for loving this book. As a writer it takes me time to bring life, meaning and purpose into these characters, to make them have a reason for just being a part of the stor
A week had passed. “Eat.” Lucia said, raising the spoon in her hand and looked at Lucius, her tone more like an order and Lucius smiled, liking to being pampered by his daughter for seven whole days. In all these days, Lucia made sure he took his medications on time, had his meals on time and also made sure he didn't need to get out of his room. “I'm full now, dear.” Lucius couldn't eat anymore and smiled when his grandson, Lucca showed his smile to his grandfather. “He's been more active ever since you woke up, dad. I think he missed your company a lot.” Lucia smiled, watching her baby boy play with his grandpa. Lucius inhaled softly. “You really shouldn't be feeding me right now, dear. Remember, you only just came out of a coma only two weeks ago. The maids can do this.” Lucia raised a brow. “Oh really now? Last time I let the maids feed you when I had to breastfeed Lucca, you barely had three to four bites, and your mere presence alone scared the maids out of the room. So n
The days went by and each second were more than agonizing for Sylvester. Each passing breath that went in and exited out through his nostrils was painful, heart wrenching. He stared at Lucia for hours on end, choosing not to leave her side for even a slight urge to get a glass of water. His eyes were both puffy and red, his tear glands had totally dried up completely from shedding many tears for his angel. Today was the second day in Lucia's comatose state. The doctor had informed she might wake up at any time, be it in a few days, weeks, months or even years or probably never wake up again. The thought caused Sylvester rampage to happen inside of him. The room was eerily silent but inside him were filled with countless chaos disturbing his entire senses. He held her pale soft hands in his, his heart in turmoil and waiting for her to open her eyes and stare at him again. He knew he couldn't go on without his angel, nothing else fucking mattered in this world. Sylvester was so engro
“What did you think, Sylvester? That you can escape this island with your wife after causing me to make a grave for my daughter!” Lucius roared at the end, his expression covered with grief and anger. Sylvester shook his head in denial, “Godfather...my wife isn't responsible at all for that woman's death. You know her,” “I don't know a damn thing! All I know is my daughter was brutally murdered! She was fucking stabbed like a nobody in a damn restroom like she was some dog!” Lucius roared back, his scream made Lucia tug tightly on Sylvester's suit. Her eyes welling up and sobbing behind him. “I understand that you're hurt right now, Godfather...” Lucius cut him off with a growl, “No Sylvester! You wouldn't understand because you are yet to have a child of your own! But I've just lost mine after finding out about her just a few days ago!” Sylvester eyed around them, from all sides, guns were pointed at them and behind him, he could hear Lucia sobbing hard, she was scared and terr
Sylvester smiled at Mr Jerry who Lucius introduced him to, as well as Mr Franklin, Mr Castillo and Mr Montegrona. They were currently seated in a meeting only for the men, solely to discuss and expand their businesses. Sylvester was uncomfortable with Jonathan also present in the room and often met his gaze, the smirk seen on Jonathan's face telling him that things were going to change from now on. “So what do you think, Mr King? How is the proposal my assistant pitched to you, are we in business?” Mr Castillo looked thoughtfully at Sylvester while playing with his thick beard. Sylvester hummed, thinking of the proposal, besides weapons smuggling and drugs, Sylvester was never interested in anything business related but he also couldn't deny the offer Mr Castillo offered was very tempting. It could benefit both sides and increase their strongholds in the US government and in Asia as well. “What do you think, Godfather?” Sylvester turned his head towards Lucius and the old man smile
Sylvester was having a talk with few important delegates who were also invited to Lucius' grand party. Sylvester smiled admitting he liked the island a lot when from the corner of his eyes stood Clara, she was a couple distance away from where Sylvester was standing with three men. Clara winked at him from across the hall, the glass in her right hand raised up while she looked straight at Sylvester. “Hmm, I think the Godfather's daughter already has an interest in you,” Mr Linus stated with a mischievous smile while having his drink. Sylvester only shooked his head with a smile and swirling the glass in his hands, he wasn't a fool to not have seen it in her eyes from the moment Lucius introduced the two of them. The woman had audacity and didn't even bother to hide her interest despite having a man she was to marry soon. “You are probably just seeing things, there's no way. She's almost engaged and tomorrow is her engagement party. Although that man she wants to be with looks m
Lucia felt like the fancy burgundy colored rug had been removed right off her feet the moment her eyes met Jonathan's. Her chest heaved a little but then when Jonathan's eyes met hers, the smile widening on his face only made Lucia frown. She glared back at him - there was no way she was going to show him her fear, on the contrary he was the one to show her fear.“Isn't that?...” Sylvester held her arm. Lucia nodded immediately, bile rising up her throat. “He's Jonathan, that...bastard!” Lucia gritted, suddenly feeling uncomfortable to be seated in the hall. “How is he here?” Sylvester couldn't hide his shock either and could feel something sinister was playing under the tables. He clenched his jaw but then only looked at Lucia. “Let's leave from here, you aren't feeling well.” He got his arm around her back before the sound of glass flutes kinking echoed, both Jonathan and Clara toasting to their union.“I'll be fine on my own.” Lucia said but Sylvester shooked his head. “You have
FOUR MONTHS LATER... “Still nothing?...What the fuck are you people doing!” Sylvester gritted over the phone. “It's been months now and still no single news about Jonathan nor about the person trying to harm my wife?” Sylvester's knuckles had turned white before he slammed it on his desk. “Oh come on! It's not like they hid outside the fucking planet! They must be hiding somewhere, under a damn rock or something! But definitely somewhere around this world! And, I fucking want results. I'm getting damn impatient with you fucking idiots.” Sylvester hanged up the call before tossing the phone against the wall. He held his head with both hands before going into deep thoughts. All these months hiding the truth from Lucia was harder than he thought. Just yesterday he spoke with Lucius and the thought that he had his daughter with him was unspeakable. The man didn't even know he had a daughter who existed and Sylvester knew it was wrong to hide such a matter from both father and daughte
Lucia raised up a confused brow. “Leave? Did something come up, I can tell you look tense.” Lucia got her arms on his shoulders while Sylvester only heaved out a deep sigh. “Yes angel. I won't say that something didn't come up. I don't want to lie to you but I can't tell you what it is right now. Just know that we have to cancel our trip short.” Sylvester said and Lucia gulped, her expression fallen but then she raised her head up and smiled at Sylvester. “I won't ask you anything, I trust you a lot, my love.” Sylvester pulled her into a deep kiss and when they pulled away, Lucia asked. “When are we heading back?” “This evening. As soon as possible. I'll have everything organized, you just get the things you need, angel.” Sylvester replied before kissing her forehead and went ahead, leaving Lucia to sigh out alone. She really didn't want to leave now but she had no choice. Going back to Russia was sure to cause some uneasiness back to her. She couldn't help but fall in love with B