His world was different than mine. But for him, I'll leave the safety of mine if it meant having him. ~ A. GuptaVIOLETHALF An hour later after trying dozens of dresses that I liked but pushed in the rejected pile because of the price tags on them despite the way the woman glared at me like I was insulting her by just standing in the store, I settled on a deep purple dress with its lace sleeves that had soft ruffles on the hem which ended below my knees. When I came out to where Cole was waiting, he was looking at the handbags that one of the girls behind the counter was showing him but I could see most of her attention was on him not the bags. “I think this one...” I heard him say as I got closer. He must’ve heard my footsteps as he turned around and looked at me. His sherry eyes brightened in the overhead lights or maybe because he liked what he saw. I’d like to think it was the latter. “Gorgeous.”I looked down, nervously caressing my palms down my dress. God. This was... strange
There are so many secrets with so many explanation, I didn't know from where to start. ~ A. Gupta.VIOLETMY Mind kept going back to what that woman had said to me and even though Cole had asked me again and again what was bothering me, I couldn't bring myself to answer him. For some reason that woman’s words stuck with me and sent me back to the time when Cole had refused to take me with him when I had asked him to. I wondered not for the first time, if the difference in our worlds was really something I should focus on. Because Cole out of Willow Creek was a different person, and with each passing minute that though was just crystallising more clearly.As the car slowed and I focused back on our surroundings, mainly the imposing figure of the building we just stopped before I realised where we were. Surprise and awe filled me so much that for a moment I just stared at the building even as Cole stepped out, opened the back door and then a few minutes later he was rounding the car t
Half truth is a whole lie. ~ ProverbVIOLET Kîlling someone in cold blood was a crime, I told myself again and again as the wîtch I had already erased from my memory materialized in a form of a floating silver dress and overbearing perfume as she all but threw herself at Cole. “Oh my god, It’s really you!” Tara squealed, making me want to cover my ears as she hugged him and wretch my guts out at the way her arms wrapped tight around him like she had every right to do so. To his benefit, Cole looked like he’d like to be anywhere but here but it wasn’t what was slowly dripping ice in my veins. It was the way she touched him when he broke the hug. She didn’t let him go completely, her hand on his arm, her fingers slipping inside his jacket touching his chest like she had done it countless times before. Like she was already familiar with his body. “Tara.” Cole didn’t sound welcome but he was also not at ease. He took her hand and stepped back. “I’m surprised to see you here.” He said, n
He is like an unhealed wound, much worse than the others I endured. Because this one came from the man I loved. ~ A. Gupta.COLE“Now what’s this?” I asked, running a palm down my face, because even as I asked I knew what it was about.“You know.” My mother replied, taking a sip of her drink.I met her gaze. “You know that I won’t go with it then why are you—”“It’s been over a month now, Nicholas. How long is this going to go on?” Her questions were valid from a mother’s perspective, I could see the concern lining her eyes. But I couldn't give up, no matter how long it takes. And something tells me it will take longer than any of us want.I looked away, thinking back to my situation with Violet back in Willow Creek. She had completely cut me off since that night at the museum. She had even appointed Alex and Maddox to keep me away from her and as much as I hated her friendship with Alex, I knew Maddox would be the hard one to bend. He took his duty as her brother way too seriously.
Losing him was blue, like I'd never knownMissing him was dark gray, all aloneForgetting him was like trying to knowSomebody you never metBut loving him was red~ Taylor Swift (Red).VIOLETAVOIDING him has been nothing short of the most difficult task of my life. But no matter how much I ignored him, took pains to not even glance in his direction, I was always aware of him. But today was different because he wasn’t here and I felt his absence deep in my bones like someone thrust me back into the past when every cell in my body had begged the universe to send him back to me. And even though I was aware of the tiny part of me that looked for him and feared that he had finally given up, I still couldn’t come to terms with the fact that someone else, no not someone else, Tara touched him. That he was with her. He hadn’t given me a simple answer of yes and no to my question, so what else could it be.“Hey...” Kevin slid in the seat opposite me placing a steamy bowl in front of me.“Hi,
Guilt consumes you even in your happiest moments. It’s like that dark cloud that covers the sun and stops its light from reaching you. ~ A. Gupta.COLE“Let me go, Cole.” She demanded, trying hard to get out of my hold.“Never,” I whispered as I pressed my lips against her throbbing pulse and took a deep inhale of her scent. Closing my eyes, I savored the feel of her in my arms and how her soft body pressed against mine. God. What I wouldn’t give to kiss and lick every inch of her. But before I could give into my hunger, I picked her up and walked to the freezer where I sat her down on top of it. “What do you think you are doing?” She asked, looking at me with distrustful eyes.It hurt to see that look in her eyes when she had always looked at me like I was the only person who she trusted in the whole wide world. But then again, I did it to us. I was the one responsible for her distrust. I stepped closer and despite her anger her knees parted to make space for me. “C-Cole?”I cupped
Actions speak louder than words. ~ Proverb.VIOLET“So... Let me get this straight,” Alex drawled as he held up a finger and began, “He told you about his not yet dead ex girlfriend.” As I nodded, he held up another finger, “And that he didn’t want to fall for you,” Another finger went up as he recited, “And he felt guilty when he fell for you.”“Pretty much.” I muttered, still annoyed with him that he locked me in with Cole. I’d have bruised his face if he hadn’t ducked at the last second but at least his foot was there to stomp on.“What’s the problem?” He asked now, nudging my shoulder.We were sitting on a car which was beyond repair, I had taken out my rage on it earlier and when I got tired I chose to sit in the silence of the forest with Alex, because only he could be as relaxed as he had made me in this eery setting. I didn’t think any sane person would want to spend their time alone in the middle of a forest on a moonless night and with trees whispering like we were in a ho
Nights are rarely for sleeping,it's the time when our hearts come alive with the feelings we've managed to supress in the light of the day. Be it pain, sadness and overwhelming desire for someone else, or in most rare cases happiness for being alive. ~ A. Gupta.VIOLETSomething has changed. I could feel it in the way he looked at me. His gaze was just as possessive as before but now there was such intensity in his sherry eyes that made me feel hot and nervous. It even affected me more than usual that I had somehow became quieter even with people I trusted and called my family. Every time he was close I felt like something was about to happen and I wouldn't be prepared for it. But so far he hasn’t done anything, nor he had said something which was a little odd considering how desperately he was trying to explain himself the other day but now he seemed like he couldn’t care less. If it was reverse psychology, I was guilty of admitting that it was quite working.I shook my head off th
TWISTED MARRIAGE: MMF Dark Mafia Romance Novel. .INNESSA“Nina!” I ignored my little sister, Mila's, call as I rushed out of the ballroom where the party for my eighteenth birthday was going on. Or, should I say the celebration for my upcoming nuptials. Even the thought of that made me want to vomit. Since the moment the Capo of the major crime family: Rossi, had died my father had lost all his privileges and power in the underworld. He had been trying all these years to get back the power and position he once had, but the current Capo: Antonio Rossi didn’t seem inclined to get cosy with anyone his father once associated with. Rumor even has it that he was the one who actually kîlled his own father when he was just a child himself. Sometimes, I wonder if he could teach me a thing or two about it because if I knew how to get out of it I’d commit patricîde in my next breath. What? Don’t look at me like that. My father deserves it, if you knew him you’d say the same thing. He is the
Bonus chapterCOLEI stood by the glass doors and watched as my princess introduced our son, Romeo, to everyone in the Carter family. Our son. Now every time I look at him, I feel what I know Violet must’ve felt that first time when she’d seen him. It has been four months since he became a part of our family. Four months since we became parents. And only three months since Romeo started to call me Papa and started treating me as his father. I wasn’t too proud to lie and say that I didn’t hug my wife and cried happy tears in her arms the first time I heard the word papa from Romeo. The little boy was ruling not only mine and my wife’s heart, but everyone else’s in the family. Even Uncle Nico was doting on him more than he ever did on me. Surprisingly he didn’t take as much time with uncle Nico as he did with me to get comfortable with. It was my beautiful wife, my princess, who built his trust in me day after day and taught me how to earn his trust. The first two weeks were hard. Ro
EPILOGUE IIA YEAR LATER....VIOLET“Are you ready to go?” I looked at my husband and gave him a reluctant nod. We were at the shelter that the church ran. The buildings were joined together by a backdoor. And since last year when I had come here for the first time on our first Christmas together as husband and wife, I had liked it so much here that every time we came back from New York we came visit the kids. Now, this church and the shelter was part of our life as much as it was Nicolai’s, even though it was the first time that he hadn’t been able to come here on Christmas. The sisters specifically asked for him and showed their disappointment at learning that he wasn’t joining us. It was kind of crazy to think that a man who I had once witness covered in blôod from head to toe, that still gives me flashbacks every time I see him, was so revered by these people of God. “Come on, princess. It’s getting late. The children need to go to their beds.” My husband was right, but in all
I have died every day waiting for youDarling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more.~ A Thousand years..A MONTH LATER....VIOLETI woke up to an empty bed but a little note waited on my husband’s pillow. I picked it up and as I read his scrawled message, a smile lit up my face. ‘Good morning, princess. Come downstairs whenever you're ready. The twins are already making a racket. I had to go down before they set the house on fire. I love you.’Today’s going to be another good day, or maybe a better one because my husband wasn’t the only one who was stuffing our closet with presents he didn't think I knew anything about. I slipped out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom, deciding to get ready before going downstairs because by what Cole had shared, between the twins and his mother, maybe I won’t get another chance to get dressed up for tonight’s dinner. Our very first Christmas dinner as husband and wife.When I got downsta
COLEViolet removed the makeshift blindfold and as soon as I opened my eyes I came face to face with... My own reflection. But no, that would be too tame a comparison to what I look like in a mirror. It actually was how my princess saw me. The painting dominated the white wall. And as I looked at it, I was amazed and in awe. With each stroke of the brush, my princess had captured a side of me that I didn’t even know existed. I remembered the moment when she must’ve gotten the inspiration for this one. I was in the pool, looking up at her as she laid there on the chaise. My arms were folded beneath my chin, my eyes squinting a little because of the sun high up in the sky shining down on us.And the way she had captured me, my features in exquisite detail, it didn’t hide the fact that I was in love with the person I was looking at. I never thought that I could be someone’s muse, that I’ll ever be able to inspire such breath-taking artwork in someone. But my princess, not only fell in l
VIOLETI was happy.No. That’s not right. We were happy. Impossibly so.More than I ever thought I could be, with the man that I loved with my whole heart. The man who loved me like I was the sole purpose of his life. Three weeks has passed and we were still in Italy, and to be honest, I didn’t want to leave. It was everything I could ever dream about. Turns out, I was dreaming for something I already had in my grasp. Living with Cole in Italy, in the bungalow at the corner of the city it felt like we were in our own separate heaven away from the world and it’s expectations, also away from the things that made me think that I was missing something from my life when I was already whole with him. It became our sanctuary, a place where time seemed to stand still and the worries of the world faded away.We had spent our days roaming around the city, taking pleasure in each other’s company and the sights we visited. Rome was really beautiful, alive with its energy. It’s ancient monuments
VIOLETI stared at my husband as he pulled on his suit jacket while standing in front of the floor length mirror. I was on the bed, lacing my heels but the picture my handsome husband painted was way to appealing to miss for anything. He looked edible enough to eat in the black shirt and black slacks. We were getting ready to go for dinner in the city with his uncle and as much as I wanted to rest and sleep for a bit to get rid of the jetlag I wanted to go out into the city more. “My eyes are up here, princess.”With a smile curving my lips, I looked up to meet his sherry eyes as he turned around to face me. I pursed my lips and with a teasing tone replied, “But that tushie is too impressive to not appreciate it.”“Is it, now?” He murmured as he walked toward me. I nodded and smiled when he brushed a kiss on my cheek and then crouched down in front of me to tie the laces of my heels.When he looked up, I cupped his cheeks and kissed him slowly. We hadn’t had séx for obvious medical r
VIOLETWe landed in Italy and was welcomed by the warm embrace of the Mediterranean sun, its golden rays casted a luminous glow upon everything it touched. I watched my beautiful husband as he talked to the man who had approached us as soon as we had stepped down out on the tarmac. I held a bouquet of exotic flowers, courtesy of my husband’s uncle, a welcome to his country. But even those beautiful flowers didn’t hold my attention as my gaze went back to my husband as he made his way toward us and I saw the sun glittering in his brown eyes, reminding me all the time he had been the light in my darkness. I took notice of the way his shoulders were relaxed and the pleasant smile that curved his lips and I knew that coming here was the best decision. As he drew closer, he held up the keys. “I guess my uncle decided to ignore our wish to refuse his gifts.”I arched a brow. “What's that?” He grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s see.” We walked off the runway. The man following us with our
VIOLETA nervous energy hummed beneath my skin. It was the first time I was going to fly in a plane. And not just any ordinary plane. We were going to Italy in one of his Uncle’s jet and it appeared bigger than the usual one. I had heard him talking to his uncle on a video call. Cole had denied his uncle’s offer and mentioned that we could fly business class but his uncle had pushed. Cole had said, “But, seriously, I’d rather not have my wife in that jet where you spent your days partying and doing God knows what not.”“I haven’t touched that thing in so long.” Came his uncle’s accented reply.“Seriously? How long was that?” My husband had asked sceptically. “Four months?”I had almost laughed out loud at that but then I'd silently nodded at Cole to agree, as since our loss his uncle has been trying to cheer us up by doing things in his own way. He sent us a custom made Aston Martin and a Ferrari, for god sake. Apparently his uncle has so much money that a few hundred millions were p