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 his hold. Soon, she noticed footsteps approaching, and the guard pulled her, concealing her in a hidden corner. “Have you located her?” The two overheard each other asking a question. “No, I’m still searching.” The other responded, and with that, they parted ways in search of Amira. "It is for your own good, Miss; going out there is dangerous. It is better if you go in there so that when the best time to run comes, you can run uninterrupted." He spoke, and Amira did not say a word in response. What did he mean by "best time?" Was he a proper guard? Why was he so handsome and different, as if he came from a wealthy family? Who was this man? While Amira was trying to figure it out, the guard contacted the other. "Come over and take her; she attempted to climb the fence.” With that, Amira was held by the other like a small child. Amira felt betrayed by the guard's snitching on her whenever she tried to escape. She maintained her composure as she followed the other bodyguard, making her way toward the entrance that led to the expansive hallway. They approached the elevator and stepped inside, but Amira continued to grapple with him in an attempt to break free. However, she felt a twinge of fear, aware that she had attempted to escape once more, and that doing so in the future would be more difficult since her intentions had been carelessly exposed. “Will you just let go? Stop touching me like that, or I will scream." Amira shouted dramatically as the bodyguard released her hand, yet he kept a watchful eye on her to ensure she remained within his sight. After that, he opened Andrea's room door and let Amira in. “Boss, I have returned her.” The bodyguard bowed and, upon Andrea's dismissal, left them alone. The silence between them made Amira feel both uncomfortable and tired. Her brow furrowed as she realized her plan had not succeeded. No matter what it takes to stop her, she won't stop getting away until she's finds what she wants. “I love it when you run. I'd like to see it again.” Andrea whispered, with a smirk on his face. He approached her like a lion ready to pounce on his prey while Amira vows to stay still but it broke as he intimidated her with his appearance. “What sort of a sick person is he?” Amira wondered, she had anticipated him hitting her as she attempted to run away even after marrying him, but instead Andrea drew her Into. his embrace, giving her a warm hug. Amira remained frozen in her spot, why was he hugging her? What she had expected wasn't what was happening. She felt uncomfortable, and also emotional. She hadn't been hugged by anyone except for her friend, who does that occasionally. She felt her brain cells shut down, unable to think. His manly scent filled her nostrils, so good that it went intoxicating. It took her seconds before she felt her tongue and then said “let me go.” In an instant, Andrea did let her go, but he held her finger, admiring the wedding ring on it. Amira stood there anticipating the next thing he would do, so he drew her finger to his lips and gave it a soothing kiss. Amira opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Then another knock was heard, which made Andrea withdraw from her. “Come in.” he answered so coldly that Amira was confused of how fast he could change personalities. There the maid who Amira had followed earlier to direct her to her room show up with another maid. She was quite young, and beautiful. “Boss, this is the new maid, you asked me to bring.” “Okay Kira.” He mumbled and turned to the new maid, shutting her a cold look which sent shivers to all of them including Amira who just saw this side of him. “Your name.” He snapped, posing fear in her. “Brenda, Bre-nda Jean.” She stuttered, her gaze meeting the floor. It went quiet among them again, which was quite uncomfortable. Then in order to break the silence Andrea added. “Brenda, henceforth you'll be my wife's maid. When I said maid, I mean personal maid. You should be there with her, or there for her incase she needs anything. Is that clear?” “Yes sir.” Brenda bowed, shivering like a soaked chicken. Amira who listened to this becane irritated, why does she suddenly needs a maid. She open her mouth to speak but was immediately cut by Andrea. “My words are final, no arguments. She'll be your maid whether you liked it or not.” Amira pursed her lips in anger, throwing glares at him which Kira found strange. According to her, Andrea was greatly feared, even by his passed lovers, but his new wife was a daring kind, for a woman to run away during her wedding and also her wedding night. “you may leave!” He ordered, and then the two ladies left, leaving them both. He then turned to Amira, his face still cold and irritated then turn into a cold smile. The next thing he did shocked her, he scooped her in his arm, and walked out of his room ignoring her struggles. “put me down!” Amira screamed, hitting him. Her face reddened in embarrassment as she was on his arms, and instantly he flung her on his shoulder, Amira was as light as a feather to him. “Shush!” He hushes, ignoring her rebellion. Then he opened her given room, went to the light switch, then turned it on and kept her down. Amira became more angry, embarrassed that she couldn't believe he had treated her like that. “I'll forgive you for what you just did.” Andrea mumbled, then placed a kiss on her forehead. With a wink, he left her room, locking the door from the other side which scared Amira. “Let me out! Please let me out!” Amira screamed in fear, banging the door so loud, while was she locked, and what in the room made her so scared? Andrea on the other hand, stood there with a smirk of satisfaction, which this proved his control was almost complete.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
“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't 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, an
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 you, 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
Andrea has been motivated by a sense of competition ever since he discovered of Amira's desire to escape 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 are you?” Amira murmured, her throat aching from the weight of her stress. “You again? Just why are you popping up all over the place? Why are you even in my room?" As Amira clenched the duvet in an effort to contain her scream, she asked. Her legs had been hurting for a while, and the pain in her eyes from crying made it worse. "Sorry, I did not mean to scare you. I'm Reagan.” With a cute smile on his face, the guard answered. Amira raised her brows at him, puzzled by his presence in her room so early in the morning. Was he observing her as she slept? Did he see her cry? "What brings you to my room? Your name is irrelevant to me." Amira rolled her eyes, wiping her tears underneath her eyes. With his jaw dropped, Reagan gazed at the stunning woman before him. He had encountered her on multiple occasions and was perplexed by how to respond to her without escalating the situation. "I am one of the workers. I’m here to keep an eye on you, just in case you think about m
Amira stood completely still where she was. She glanced over at Brenda, curious about what she had shared with him. According to Andrea's instructions, Brenda placed the tray on the bed. “I'll take my leave.” She made a respectful remark and then left, leaving both couples alone. In spite of Andrea's eyes being fixed on her, Amira steadfastly refused to move from her position, her gaze penetrating the food instead. She felt uneasy all of a sudden, and she was so angry that she could not understand why her rapist of a husband was in her room. “Get out.” Amira muttered silently, not taking her gaze away from the food. Her eyes were beginning to warm up as she prepared herself for the tears that were about to come, but she was determined to avoid giving Andrea the impression that she was weak. "No, love." Andrea responded, a smirk on his face. He was aware of her stubbornness, but he was eager to keep playing the game. "Is it illegal for you to leave me alone? What exactly do
“Did you just call my wife a whore?” That question echoed in their minds. Their expressions of shock and astonishment were so intense in response to that question. They had been continuously making fun of their master's wife. Amira suppressed her pride so Andrea would not notice it. She is careful not to give the impression that she was pleased by his appearance . “Can't you speak?” His eyebrows furrowed as he inquired. “She…I had no idea she was thought..” She stuttered a lot, and Amira noticed a different side of Andrea that sent chills down her spine. Was he really that cold when he got angry? Before long, Brenda and Kate walked in, looking pretty scared. It was unexpected to see Amira in the kitchen, which caught them off guard. "We apologize, boss, but we didn't.." Kate brought it up, but Andrea shot her a glare. “Take Amira to her room, right now!” he said, and out of fear, Brenda held a confused Amira there. Amira could not help but feel more curious about what h
Ever since Andrea found out about Amira's scar, he had been going to her room, fully aware of how he had hurt her. It was not surprising to see how she reacted; after all, he was not really the kind of guy who craved love. The kind of person who had placed a greater emphasis on being feared than on being loved was the kind of person he was. Her words to leave her room flooded his mind, and he was suddenly filled with a strange kind of anger. “Fetch Rico.” He told Kira while lounging on the couch in his room, looking as majestic as ever. “Yes boss, I was told to come.” She left after bowing and bringing Rico, who was wearing a worried expression. "I want you to call Noah to prepare my private jet after I get my car ready because I am going underground." “Alright boss.” Rico responded and found a way to slip out of the room. Andrea stood up, gazing out the window, his mind buzzing with thoughts. He had to go handle the defaulters who were trying to steal from him. The “und
With anxiety consuming her, Amira trailed behind Old Mr. Martini, wondering what he intended to discuss with her. As she observed his movements, she came to the conclusion that, despite his advanced age, he walked very quickly; this person had strong genes.Andrea walked silently behind her, even though he was on his way to his room, but a part of him wanted to hear what his grandfather had in store for her, what he wanted to tell her about, or if he was planning something else for her.After that, they went into another tastefully furnished relaxation area that had a vintage feel to it due to the scent of leather and wood. However, her nervousness is consuming her. Old Mr. Martini sat in his chair, staring at Amira, and then shifted his attention from hers to Andrea, who was standing at the door and glaring at him."This has nothing to do with your opinion, Andrea; I didn't call you." Old Mr Martini returned the glare and motioned for him to leave them alone. Andrea wasn't sure abou
Amira's eyes scanned the serene yet lovely street as she noticed the abrupt silence surrounding her. However, its beauty compelled her to keep walking as quickly as she could to a place she did not know."Amira, you don't know anywhere around here; I think it is time we go back."Her inner voice told her, and she took a deep breath before turning around and walking back to where she had begun her journey. But what bothered her was why a street could be so silent, even though there were other houses nearby. Nothing could be heard, no vehicle, no murmurs of people, just her in that lonely street."What have I done?" Reality struck her as she realized she had forgotten the path she had taken while walking away from Martini's Mansion.She then walked and discovered three streets, her heart pounding so hard.She stood there for a while, not knowing where she had come from or where she was going. She wanted to see if she could increase her chances of escaping if necessary, but it now appear
Andrea walked into his usual bar, his lips pursed in rage and his expression dangerously frightening. His bodyguards, Rex and Jay, followed him, dressed casually, keeping an eye out for any potential trespassers.Feliz spotted him and his face lit up with joy. He dropped his female strippers and ran towards him, but his smile faded as soon as he saw his face. He knew that Andrea wouldn't like it if he was too bothered, or he would push his button and kill him.However, something else surprised him: his appearance and the ring on his finger. To satiate his need, he demanded them in the comfort of his own home, even though he knew Andrea didn't just walk into his bar."Mr. Martini," he smiled, showing his upper teeth. "What honor do I have with your presence?"Andrea looked at him unimpressed, his hands tightened into a fist, and he walked into the bar, ignoring the eyes on him and the majority of the ladies staring at him."Should I set up a VIP room?" Feliz inquired, but Andrea respon
"I am surprised you are in my grandparents' home, Mr Bellini; is there something you came to do?" Andrea finally broke the awkward silence, ignoring his grandfather's warning glare, knowing what he could do."Of course, I wouldn't be here for no reason." He laughed and switched to Italian while clearing his throat. His expression turned cold, his gaze first on Andrea and then on Lily, who was busy playing with her fingers to relieve the tension she was feeling."I made an agreement with your father and grandfather, and it has been a while. I am guessing you already knew about it," he said, his voice rough and thick with an Italian accent."Well, Andrea, you understand why Mr. Bellini is here. He came to find out about you and Lily's marriage proposal." Old Mr Martini took over, his eyes glaring at Andrea before softening as he looked at Lily."I signed an agreement with him when your father was still the CEO of Martini Luxe. We went bankrupt at the time, and Mr. Bellini was extremely
Andrea put on his clothes with a smug grin, a faint smile spreading across his face. He had no idea that this moment would arrive so quickly, but the fact that she had to do it in exchange for what she wanted ruined the whole experience. To tell the truth, though, would he let her leave?"I'll bet she tries." He scoffed, his hand on the doorknob, his presence breaking the silence of the room.A devious smirk crept across his face, knowing what he would do. He had agreed, but not for long. He wondered if she was planning to leave while they were in Italy, or if she would leave when they returned to the United States.But one thing he wanted to do was let her try and see how far she could go, or how far she could separate herself from him without feeling anything else.He then opened the door and walked down the hallway, adjusting his outfit, his hair was a little messy, he had other things on his mind at the time, he wondered how long he would stay in Italy, and how long he could go wi
"Why do you need a tattoo?" Andrea asked quietly, trailing kisses down her abdomen and squeezing her perky nipples again. Amira wondered if this was the best time to discuss her past scars. Did she have a valid reason for tattooing her scars instead?Growing up as a child into a young woman, her mother had raised her in such a way that she despised scars on her body, as small as a scratch, and saw them as dirty, as flaws, but most people preferred to keep her scars as a reminder for them, or as something to be proud of."You never told me who was really behind this cupcake; you mentioned your family, but never said who specifically ruined your beautiful skin.” He whispered, pressing his hot breath against her skin and kissing every visible scar on her body.With each kiss that Andrea gave her, Amira's stomach twisted, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she felt a tingle rise on her skin.Then he returned his finger to her clit, rubbing, pinching, and caressing it, watching her trembl
"Yes, one fuck won't hurt; do this and then let me go," Amira whispered, looking into his eyes. She was still scared, but her courage grew gradually. Andrea scoffed, revealing her fear despite her best efforts to conceal it."Are you certain about this? If you know you are fucking scared, don't force yourself to do something you would curse at me about." He taunted, his lips curled into a crook smile."Yes, you offered to let me go after this, and I accept." Amira mumbled with her eyes half closed."Silly girl," he said quietly, walking towards the door and closing it with a click. With a hand on her chest, Amira felt a lump in her throat and tried to calm herself by telling herself she was fine."I will ask for the last time, Amira," Andrea's voice grew deeper as he approached her slowly, giving her predator vibes, and the smell of his cologne filled her nose, "do you agree on this?""I agree, Andrea, as long as you let me go." She blinked, tempted to back away as he approached. With
His words rang like a bell in Amira's ears, and she lifted her chin to look him in the eyes, noticing the evil grin on his face, which irritated her to the core. Being claimed, tamed, reminded that she would never be independent, and reminded that she no longer possessed free will were all things she hated.The air around them stiffened as they stared at one another without saying a word. They let their eyes speak for them, and as the tears continued to fall down Amira's cheek like a drop of rain, her vibrant eyes popped up.Andrea's golden eyes moved from her left to her right, savoring the variations in color and the tears streaming down her cheeks. It felt like seeing her like this roused the sleeping feeling inside of him, as he had not seen her like this in a long time, aside from the first week after their marriage, when she tried to escape.You are free to cry all you want, cupcake, but I own every single drop of those tears. You can do whatever you want, run as fast as you can
“Should I be frank with you?” Amira bit her lip, casting a glance at Andrea, who was backing away from them; their loud conversation had once again devolved into a whisper. Willing to listen to her confession, Lily nodded her head."I know you are keeping an eye on Andrea, and honestly, I don't mind it. Besides, I don't love him; I was forced to marry him, and he refuses to let me go. I was overjoyed when I learned that he was going to marry another woman. So I am relieved to see you two together right now."Lily kept her mouth half open, staring at the woman in front of her; what she had just heard felt surreal. How could anyone not love Andrea Martini, unless she was mad upstairs? Her throat dried, and her mouth hung open in disbelief.She assumed Amira was just saying that to hide her jealousy or to pretend that she did not care, but her eyes told her otherwise, indicating that she was being honest with her words. She wondered what Andrea had done to her to the point where she no l