As the cold breeze blew through the coffee shop, people crowded the chairs, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.Laughter, mumbles, and some country music filled the store, bringing in a cozy atmosphere as we bid summer farewell and welcomed fall.Carefully holding the tray of steaming espressos, Amira moved it to the appropriate location on the table. Her gaze kept returning to the enormous wall clock, which was nearly at her closing time.Her petite oval face broke into a wide smile that showed off the dimple on her left cheek. Upon observing this, her friend Greta winked at her.“Happy birthday.” Amira smiled back in appreciation as Greta gently reminded her repeatedly.Her 18th birthday was today, and this was the start of her journey to freedom. Freedom to move away from her family and begin a new life, not to mention the fact that she was awarded a scholarship to study at Yale University, one of the top universities in the world.But she had not told her paren
Amira stood frozen in place, unable to speak. Her body shook with fear, anger, and betrayal; her ears felt like they had rung a bell, and everything around her seemed to be spinning."We...wedding?" She stuttered, her hands on her chest, looking at the people in the beautiful hall, how they expected her response; she wanted to cry, but her eyes did not well up; this was the biggest twist of her life.The groom, who she had recognized as Andrea despite the nose mask, took a paper from a waiter, opened it in front of her, and shoved it straight in her face without giving a vocal reply."Your father signed it, so there is no going back now. You are mine, Amira, and there will be no exceptions." Andrea smirked proudly as he responded in his deep husky voice.Amira laughed at his reply, feeling embarrassed—her family had already made her feel bad, but this was the worst—a slap in the face. She was still a young girl with big dreams and a bright future ahead of her; she hoped to graduate fr
"I'll sign and leave them out of this; my scholarship is none of your business." Amira yelled in submission, stretching her shaking hands towards the paper and signing whatever she was required to sign."You can now kiss the bride.” Amira felt tense, more like shocked. The wedding was forced; there were no vows recited or rings exchanged, just like in a typical white wedding. She was not even asked if she would marry him.Andrea took out a small golden box from his pocket, made of pure gold, brought out the rings from it, took a tiny knife and pierced his finger, dripping blood on the rings, and held her index finger and pierced hers as well, ignoring the scream that came out of her mouth, and let her blood drip on the ring.Following this little ritual, he slid the ring onto Amira's ring finger and forced her to wear his.As Amira attempted to release her hold on Andrea, he said, quickly drawing her face in his direction and planting a passionate kiss.He also refused to let her lea
Amira concealed herself behind the bush, observing the guards as they moved back and forth around the mansion, suspecting they were searching for her. Suddenly, fear gripped her, yet to achieve her goal, she knew she had to exert every effort without drawing attention. This was her moment, this was her opportunity. As soon as she noticed the area was clear of them, she slipped out and tiptoed to the back gate, where she had observed. However, a challenge arose; it was secured, leaving her with no choice but to climb. Before deciding to climb, she carefully assessed her surroundings; while doing so, she felt a hand firmly grasp her once more. Amira felt her heart drop into her stomach, remaining frozen in place, overwhelmed by a fear that kept her from turning around. “Shit.” She spoke quietly to herself before turning around to face the same guard who had prevented her from escaping during the wedding. “You? Why are you following me?” Amira muttered angrily, breaking free from
The following morning, Amira awoke in her evening gown; a furrowed brow spread across her face as she recalled how Andrea had shut her in her room, leaving no opening for escape. She stood up and walked around the room, noticing various doors she had not explored before. She opened it, discovering a walk-in closet filled with a new set of clothes she had never worn before. She was surprised, as she checked them out, and saw how everything was her appropriate size, different designs, her favourite colours, her underwear exactly her size. “What in the name..” she mumbled, how was he able to know her perfect size? Was that why he didn't allow her to pack her things? She noticed how the clothes were expensive, and in different form, some were revealing and tight, some were elegant, comfy and so on. Hearing sound from her room, she quickly left the closet, and noticed the maid Andrea had given to her. “Good morning Mrs Martini.” Brenda greeted accompanied with a respectful bow which
“Why can't I go in? What is in there?” Amira asked Kira curiously, her eyes still on the door. “I am not in the right place to tell you, it's something that I can mention except I want to put myself in trouble.”Now Amira curiousity grew, telling her to stay off and learning it's just a secret made her want to know more. But what was her business? All she wanted was to run away, where none of them would contact nor see her again, then she'll start afresh.But seeing how Andrea was, made it realized it's going to be difficult for her. He hadn't informed her why he had married and locked her in, and she was the type who hates secret which concerns her.She heaved a sigh, drawing her attention from the room to her escape plans and said “okay, since you offered, I would like to go back to my room.” Kira nodded swiftly, and followed her seeing if she could learn her way back to her room. Soon Brenda Ran towards them, gave Amira a respectful bow which made her uncomfortable, and said.“M
Amira stood still, her heart pounding in her chest. Her mouth hung open, caught in a moment of silence, unsure of how to respond. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized the one person she had been trying to escape was already at her destination. Andrea stood tall, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips.“Do you really believe I won’t recognize my love?” He carried on, then fell into a quiet laughter that only deepened her tears, though no sound escaped her lips. Amira felt that this effort was in vain. And she couldn’t fathom what he would do to her.He reached out to her, hoping she would take his hand, but Amira, ever stubborn and sensitive, turned away from his gesture, and in that moment, her escape began. She fled from them with every ounce of strength she had, her yearning for freedom consuming her from within.Andrea’s pupil dilated the moment he saw her fleeing, and without a word, his men took off after her. Andrea watched her run with a mix of desperation and joy, a smi
Andrea has been motivated by a sense of competition ever since he discovered of Amira's desire to escaps for the third time. Everyone assumed he would be angry if she escaped, but it was one of the reasons he wanted to keep her. He didn't care if she accepted or loved him; he doesn't do love. But there was something about Amira that made Andrea want to hold her close. All he wants is to force his powers on her, to make her feel subjugated, to make her feel like she has no one but him, to make her come to him whenever she needs something, but her obstinate nature would not allow it. "I'm not sure, Mr Martini, but why don't you take Claudia She is more mature and older than her." Andrea could recollect Mr Banks telling him something in his office. "You told me you had two daughters, that I am free to pick anyone among the two right?" "Yes you're right boss." Mr. Banks replied. "Who is the first among your daughters?" Andrea questioned, holding his arm under his chin and looki
“Who is it?” Brenda emerged from behind the door, holding a tray and smiling softly."The boss asked me to bring this to you." Brenda mumbled and placed the food on a mini table beside the bed.“Where is he?” She asked, not because she was concerned."I probably had no idea, but he asked his assistant to tell me to get you some food."Amira sighed and opened the covered dishes, revealing one of her favorites.“Hmm spaghetti.” She mumbled, her mouth watering from the sight. She took a fork and began dicing the meal, eating it without patience."You have to be careful, or you will choke." Brenda smiled as she stood there with her hands on her waist, unlike back in the mansion, she was dressed normally rather than in uniform."Are you going to stand there and watch me eat?" Amira inquired, her mouth agape."I have to wait for you to finish so I can take the dishes." Brenda responded, pressing her lips together.Amira continued to eat without looking at her until she was full. She drank
La tua padrona, she's my wife!”.A deep voice broke the silence.“Signore.” The staff quickly composed herself, smiling to hide the fear that was written all over her face.“I…I didn't know….” She tried to say something, but nothing came out except a gasp. She turned to see Amira's evil smirk, and Brenda gave her the 'I told you so' look.He walked gracefully to the phone, which was on a golden desk, and mumbled deeply, exuding an intimidating aura. "Get Katrina here.""Ask her to come with some security men." He explained before dropping the phone and turning to face her, and the staff meant only one thing.That day, she was going to lose her job. Andrea appeared scary and different, his face devoid of emotion, his eyes sinking deeply into Amira's.Amira exchanged a look but could not look any further; why was he looking at her like that? She pondered, returning her gaze to the staff."Signore, please," the staff pleaded, her once proud and disdainful expression turned pitiful. Amira
(Note that some words will be written in Italian and translated into English. Please let me know if you understand Italian and don't be offended if it is incorrect; I used a translator for it. Thank you.)Brenda distracted herself from her thoughts by clearing her throat."Do you want to know a secret?"“A secret? What secret?” Amira inquired, successfully capturing her attention."I understand Italian, so maybe I can accompany you when you go back or escape. Because staying behind while you are gone puts me at risk."Amira hesitated, wondering as Brenda voluntarily let her go. Brenda read her thoughts and said, "You don't want this, don't you. Being forced into a toxic marriage doesn't guarantee you staying there.""Just because you were married for his benefit does not mean you have to tolerate every act, even if you don't want it."Amira pressed her lips and rubbed her temples in response to Brenda's suggestion. A person who longs for freedom would agree, but why now?She understa
"My name is Paulo, and I am a friend to your husband. You are more beautiful than you described, and your husband is very lucky." Paulo accepted her handshake, held her hands, and kissed her fingers, while Andrea stood there with his brows forming a line in between."She is very beautiful." Paulo chuckled in a whisper, observing Andrea's irritated expression as he looked only at Amira and found the act she had just performed to be a little offensive.Was he jealous? This gave Amira some satisfaction as she wondered. She had to put on more of an act because she only wanted to irritate Paulo, not because she wanted to cause problems between Andrea and him."I am always lovely, Paulo, but your friend does not seem to notice. So fucking annoying!" Amira responded, glancing at Andrea, who was standing there with his fist clenched. Paulo gave Andrea a cheeky smile and noticed his glares, which made him laugh."I am not sure what is going on between you two, but this girl is absolutely hilar
The two men, both with guns aimed at each other and serious faces, started laughing, which confused the other men. Ignoring the men's glances, they laughed their way to the reception while dropping their gun in their pocket."You will continue to amaze me, my friend," Paulo stated."Why not? What happened to energy matching? Look at my men's faces; they were prepared to attack you. Imagine you raised your gun to shoot me in real life; you would not make it." Andrea responded.“Yeah sure. By the way, I am sorry I didn’t make it to your wealthy; you know I had to be in the office to take over for my brother." "You mean the brother you murdered because you were jealous that he was your father's heir?" Andrea raised the point, choking with laughter."Oh, please, I didn’t kill him; he poisoned himself, you know, because my father was putting too much pressure on him. He was too weak to call himself a man; he was a softhearted bitch. May his soul rest in peace.” As soon as he said that, th
NOTE: I DO NOT SPEAK ITALIAN AND MAY NOT USE TRANSLATIONS BECAUSE SOME CONTAINS ERRORS, SO PLEASE EXCUSE ME BECAUSE EVERYTHING WOULD BE WRITTEN IN ENGLISH, AND I WOULD INDICATE THE PART THAT WAS MEANT TO BE IN ITALIAN."Boss, it is the Scarfaces," one of the bodyguards announced, pulling his gun from his pocket. Andrea clung to Amira as tightly as he could, noting how terrified she was at the time. He did not know what to do next; he had not told anyone he was arriving in Italy; how did they know they were there?The Scarfaces were one of his rivals ever since he was crowned gang leader, and their last gunfight ended badly. This time, it was so spontaneous that he never wished Amira would see it, and he is prepared to handle the questions she would pose to him."Fuck!" he groaned, trailing his pocket in search of his phone while his hands remained on hers. Sounds of exchanged bullets filled the air from his men to his opponents, and the driver was moving as quickly as he could to get
"Come with me immediately," he said coldly, sending shivers down her spine. Despite her disbelief, she was forced to accompany him. She had to go with her, even though she was in disbelief. When they both reached outside, a limo was waiting for them, pulled up alongside the spacious entrance. "Get into the car and do not argue with me. I am not in the mood for it." Amira's jaw dropped, and the sight of Brenda caught her attention. She brought luggage, which was kept in the trunk of an SUV behind the limousine. Amira was angry and did not know what to say or do. Why was he forcing her to do things she had no desire to do? She had no choice but to surrender. She walked in, tears in her eyes, and sat in the chair opposite him. "Sit beside me," he ordered, and Amira, who was pretending to be a good girl, gave in. After setting everything, the car began to move, accompanied by soft music to complement its silence. It was already sunset when they arrived at the airport. The bodyg
Hey everyone, let me take this chance to wish you all a happy new month. I apologize for not posting more often. In addition to being extremely busy with schoolwork, I was not feeling well. This month, I will make sure to update frequently. I appreciate your support, everyone.
Back in the steamy dark room, the sounds of a grown man wimping and punching could be heard.Andrea lit a cigarette and placed it in his mouth as he surveyed the dark room. As he walked through the dark room, the cries and whimpers became louder."Boss." When one of his men noticed his sudden appearance, he ran up to him and bowed. Andrea rolled his eyes in annoyance and walked past him, indicating that he did not want to be bothered."Take me to the bastard," he said, a frown on his face as his men led him into the room. There, the man's screams became more audible, to the point where one could feel his eardrums ripping.“Boss.” Rex mumbled as he walked away from a man tied to the ceiling. There was a burning flame underneath him, giving the impression that he was being burned or cooked alive.He was tied above the flame, but his body was not in it. Not at all. His cries and agonizing moans became more audible as tears and perspiration streamed down his face.“He didn’t want to talk,