“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, and said. “Mrs Martini, please come with me. Mr Martini wants to see you. He Instructed that you follow me this instant please let it be a yes.” Without reply, Amira followed Brenda, who led her to Andrea's bedroom. She knocked softly, and his voice was heard ushering them to come in. Andrea was found sitting elegantly on his couch beside the huge window, the sun casting his rays on him, reflecting his shadows, accentuating his features making him hotter. Amira stood still admiring him a bit realising she had never had a close capture of him. Andrea, feeling she stares at him, stood up with a smirk on his face, walking slowly at her, while Amira pulled back a bit. Brenda didn't know if this was the right time to stay or leave. “Please stay where you are, don't come closer.” Amira forced herself to say, feeling nervous but Andrea, stubborn as ever, stood in front of her, taking her small slender hands into his. “Why shouldn't I come closer to my wife?” He whispered, caressing her hand gently, which sent chills into Amira. Amira was confused at his behaviour, he was acting all cold and Intimidating earlier, and now he had a softer look on his face, with a smirk which attracted and at same time irritated her. She tried withdrawing her hands from his, but he grabbed it harder, rubbing his fingers against hers and then a frown appeared on his face. “Where is your wedding ring? Why is it not on your finger?” He asked in a firm tone, but his face remained composed. Amira, constructing some words in her head, forced herself to say “I…I took it off before taking my bath, I forgot to put it on.” Andrea shook his head, taking her fingers towards his mouth, placing soft kisses on it, while his eyes were still on hers. Andrea turned to Brenda whose eyes were on the floor, avoiding to look at them. In that position “Go to bedroom and get the ring for me now!” Amira parted lips looking at Brenda leaving them alone, and then back at Andrea, glaring at him. “Why does she need to bring it? Do I need to keep wearing the ring?” She half yelled. “As long as I am your husband, you wear that ring, as I wear mine. Never take it off.” He replied coldly, his breath fanning her neck. He held her chin, pinching it softly, while scanning her face. “You're beautiful you know that Amira. You're mine and forever mine.” Andrea mumbled, wearing a smug smile on his face. “I will never be yours Andrea, I'm still young and never wanted to be your wife.” Amira replied, but instead of receiving a frown from him, he laughed instead, revealing his cheek dimple which she barely noticed on his face. She wondered what was funny, as he laughed in an attractive way. She has never seen or heard any man laugh in that manner, not even her father. “I love it when you struggle with me. It's cute but empty, as long as I am alive or after my lifetime, you're forever mine Amira, take note of that.” Amira rolled her eyes in response, muttering curses at him in her head. Then the door opened, revealing Brenda, who was panting heavily. “Master, I couldn't find the ring. I have searched everything for it.” Brenda commented, her heart racing on behalf of Amira. Amira who heard that, had a smirk on her face, while Andrea's face remained stoic. “Where is your ring? What did you do?” He whispered, at the volume that both of them could hear. Amira feeling, like part of her plans of annoying and irritating him, was working and replied proudly. “I flushed it down the toilet.” Brenda became scared on Amira’s behalf, excused herself and left the room. Amira suddenly thought about what she just said, she felt her heart raced faster anticipating his next reaction. But instead he let go off her hand, walked through another door. At this point Amira became scared. “What have I done?” She whispered, rubbing her hands, trying to cool herself down, she felt her own body shaking. “Would he hit me?” She wondered, trying to control herself. Then Andrea came out with a straight face, holding a small box. As he approached her, Amira took steps back, fear written all over her face and Andrea noticed this and held her hand. “Please let go, I'm sorry I shouldn't have.” She whispered, closing her eyes, anticipating what he would do next but she heard he scoffed instead. “Stop being dramatic and open your eyes.” Andrea said calmly. Amira opened her eyes in response, to her surprise, he opened the black box in his hands and brought out another diamond ring. Swiftly, he wore it on her finger, which was exactly her size. Took a tiny needle from it, glanced at Amira seeing the fear on her face made him satisfied for no reason. He pierced his finger with it, and then grabbed Amira's, who was trying to drag her hand away from his, and pierced hers. After that, he rubbed her fingers with his, and rubbed the ring with their blood mixed together. “I had to do this, since you threw the first one away. And mind you, if you do this again I'll make sure I do this over and over again until I find a glue and stick the ring on your finger.” After that he took her finger which he had pierced, still bleeding and place it in his mouth, giving it a lick. This action made Amira irritated, why was he doing that? That wasn't normal at all. “Please stop that.” She whispered, dragging her hand away from his, furrowing her brows in annoyance while watching the smirk that formed on his face. They remained that way, staring at each other for a long time, marking each perfection, each flaws on their faces, and Amira couldn't help but felt a strange sensation in her stomach, not wanting to have it. Andrea obviously, was an incredibly attractive man, but that won't give her more reason to stay in this marriage as his wife. “Can I go now?” Amira made herself asked, feeling she had over stayed her forceful welcome. “Yeah.” He replied, directing her to the door, and Amira was glad enough to leave quickly until he does another thing to make her stay. As she stepped herself, she found Brenda waiting for her. Then Instantly she pulls her closer whispering with full command. “I want you to get me out of here. I can't fucking stay here.” She whispered. “But i..I can't do that, I'll be in so much trouble if you do.” Brenda stuttered feeling both confused and scared. “You won't get in trouble trust me. Please just help me, tonight.” Amira pleaded, her eyes filled with tears and that convinced Brenda enough that she never wanted to be here at first. Brenda took a deep breath, to calm her shaky breath, she nodded with a small smile on her face. With that Amira hugged her, tightly as her gesture of being grateful. Later that evening, Amira felt relieved that Andrea had not bothered her. She stared at her finger, seeing the wedding ring on it, covered with their dry blood. She scoffed angrily, reminiscing of how predictable and a psycho Andrea was. She was changed into a comfy shirt and pants, tied up her hair in high ponytail, As she began her mission. At first she opened her bedrooms door, staring to see if anyone was coming, and suddenly felt relieved as she sighted Brenda. “The coarse is clear, Mr Martini hasn't been here since morning. It's the perfect time to leave mistress.” Brenda whispered softly. Amira smiled at her words, ‘he wasn't home?, great!’ “Then let's go, I don't have time.” With that, Brenda led the way, after marking every spot in the mansion which was hardly ever used,but deep within her she knew this was a sacrifice, which her life might be affected. But although she had came up with a lie, to tell Andrea, whenever he asks for her. Amira couldn't contain her joy, she was going to be free once and for all. After that, they got to the back gate of the mansion, and Brenda stood there looking around in fear. “I can't follow you, this is my final step. The gate is locked, but there's a small entrance that isn't locked. It will lead you to a tunnel, and when you passed through the tunnel, you'd come out in the heart of the city.” Brenda mumbled softly, with great concern for Amira. This was one risky thing to do, expectially when she had a husband who wants to keep her in at all cost. “Thank you so much Brenda, this means a lot to me.” Amira replied giving her a small hug before entering the tunnel. And Brenda after watching her leave, heaved a sigh of relief and went back to the mansion. Amira continues crawling in the tunnel, which gets darker the more she goes in. She got to a point that she had regrets taking this path, but she couldn't stop. This was her freedom, her salvation. She must escape at all cost even though it put her life at risk. She continued the little journey in the tunnel, which took her 30 minutes before she could see the lights from the end. “Finally.” She sighed tiredly, feeling exhausted, and her body covered in dirt and dust. As she got out, she found some men standing there like they were waiting for her, wearing black outfits. Amira was confused at first, until she saw that one person she was running away from. “Congratulations my love, your plan almost went successfully.” Andrea clapped with amusement written all over his face.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
“No what? I don't understand…” When Amira realized what he meant, her smile faded.Italy? Despite the fact that she had a desire to travel outside of the country, she had not been able to do so because she was married to a man who had taken her against her will.If she were to go there, it would be dangerous for her to escape because she did not know anyone and she had nowhere to go.“I…. can't. Do we have to travel anywhere? Can't we do it here?" Andrea remained silent as he continued to fix his gaze intently on hers. In light of the fact that he had already decided what he felt about her and that nothing could change his mind, he exited the room.With her head buried in her thoughts, Amira walked back and forth. She had to run, she had to get away. On the other hand, it was only a honeymoon, right? What would happen if he took her there and never brought her back? She would never be able to realize her dreams again.“Ouch!” She mumbled to herself, trying to figure out what to do n
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 wa
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
"What are you two doing here? I thought you had given this," old Mr Martini said with a frown on his face, making him appear even scarier. There was a snake tattoo just below his neck, proving that in his youth, he was more than just a regular man. "I was just showing my daughter-in-law my artwork, and it appeared that she shared my interest in art." Despite the harsh way old Mrs Martini spoke to them, her tone was soft; they were truly made for each other, one like fire and the other like water. "You were aware of what happened before you locked this room, and I don't want the same thing to happen again. You promised to keep this room locked for the rest of time." He snapped, his tone still harsh, and Amira felt her throat tighten; she despised seeing two people arguing, and she had to be involved in it. "You have to relax, my dear; don't add more wrinkles to your own; I agreed to keep this room locked." "But agreements can be broken," she said, rolling her eyes and laughing. Ol
And who was that woman? It is been tense since Amira sat with the two old couples after watching Andrea leave with Lily; old Mr Martini had not said anything since then, holding the cigeratte with his lips and his gaze fixed on the newspaper he was holding. Old Mrs. Martini noticed Amira's bored and nervous expression. Old Mrs. Martini felt sorry for Andrea as soon as she saw her walking down the hallway with Lily out of sight, but she was also a little taken aback by Amira's lack of concern or even concern. Then old Mrs. Martini stood up and cleared her throat, pulling Amira out of her own world. Amira gave her an apologetic smile as she noticed old Mrs Martini reaching out her wrinkled hands for her to accept it. Without hesitation, Amira took her hands, a nervous smile on her face. Old Mr Martini shifted his gaze from the newspaper to them, watching as they walked away with their hands together. He rolled his eyes, mumbling curses under his breath before returning his gaze to th
"Why did you come back, Lily? Are you fed up with living in France after all these years?" Andrea inquired, his tone neutral, whether they had walked through the large hallways slowly, with many thoughts racing through their heads."Asking how I was would have sufficed, Andrea. I returned because my father had asked me to. He said he missed me, and you know I am now a fashion designer with a contract at YSL." Lily responded with a dazzling smile on her face, staring at him while she looked, which did not bother Andrea at all because he was used to it."You didn't have to tell me that much," he mumbled, checking his watch on his wrist, making Lily nervous. She noticed that Andrea, whom she had known since childhood, was no longer the same. She remembered how he used to want her to be around or with him, or how he would blush at the mention of her name, but now he doesn't even give her a glance.This worried Lily; she assumed he was just mad because she had left for France without sayin
The unexpected question made Amira tense. She turned to look at Andrea, who had no expression on his face but was deeply concerned about what Amira would say. As she blinked quickly while gazing at her finger, Old Mr. Martini observed her intently, taking note of every facial expression."Shouldn't you be asking me that question, grandfather? Why ask her?" Andrea asked, her gaze fixed on the elderly man."I have every right to ask questions of whomever I choose. Don't interrupt me," said old Mr Martini, returning his gaze to the girl. If a normal person had asked her how she met Andrea, she would have happily told them about how she was forced to marry him on her birthday night.But now, this old man's aura was terrifying; she perceived him to be on a strong association, making him appear ruthless."Yes, dear; how did you meet my grandson?" Old Mrs Martini asked softly, a warm smile on her face, which gave Amira a little warmth inside.Amira returned the smile, her cheeks turning b
He was married, as evidenced by the ring—not just any ring—on his ring finger. No, it could not be; either he wore the ring on the incorrect finger, or she thought her mind was playing tricks. However, they would know if he was married because most influential people must know in one way or another, regardless of how small they want their wedding to be.Despite her fear, Alice told him what she wanted with confidence. His initial expression was so startling that she began to second-guess what she had done.Without waiting for his answer, she dressed and walked out of the room with the men who had brought her in, who then escorted her to the car."Where are you all taking me?" Alice asked, maintaining a straight face while continuing to second-guess her choice.The driver responded, "To where you came from," as he peered at her through the unusual mirror."Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes and checking her phone as they approached the brothel. Then she realized she had made a mista
Andrea looked at her with amusement; he was still impatient, but his interest had been piqued. "I don't need to repeat myself." His voice was firm, and she got the impression that he wanted her out right away. "Don't get this wrong! Mr Luciano, you are aware that I am a professional and that I have a way with certain men. And with the way you f*cked me, it appears you might want me in the future. So I am not asking for money; I just want to be there when you need someone to warm your bed. Seeing the glee on his face, she paused before continuing, "I am not desperate, and that is all I want, nothing else." With that, Alicia left giving him one more flashing as she wore her outfit, and then left him speechless. He was curious on why she wanted to continue warming his bed, and he was already a married man. But he did that, just because he wanted to marry amira, not because he was ready to be committed to her. However, his mind occasionally seemed to deceive him. He questioned why,
Mature scene 18+Alicia approached him, removing her clothes, from her outfit to her underwear. She smiled at Andrea's expression of anticipation.She felt both nervous and excited. Andrea was so popular, even among the ladies, that she was overjoyed when she realized she had been chosen to satisfy him.Andrea stared at her, his gaze sweeping over her body. She was a very curvaceous lady; her waist was so tiny that one would think she hardly ate; her bo0bs were so full and round, inviting him to be fondled; and her as$ were so large that they jiggled behind her with each step.Andrea felt his dîck twist as he took in every detail about her body. He was unaware that he was married at the time, but he understood that Amira would not give a damn if she knew.His gaze was drawn to her neck tattoo, which bore her name.“Alicia.” He said something to himself. He hated the way his body reacted as she stood there, removing her bra.Her bo0bs spilled out, her spiked pink nipples pointing at hi