Actions speak louder than words. ~ Proverb.VIOLETâSo... Let me get this straight,â Alex drawled as he held up a finger and began, âHe told you about his not yet dead ex girlfriend.â As I nodded, he held up another finger, âAnd that he didnât want to fall for you,â Another finger went up as he recited, âAnd he felt guilty when he fell for you.ââPretty much.â I muttered, still annoyed with him that he locked me in with Cole. Iâd have bruised his face if he hadnât ducked at the last second but at least his foot was there to stomp on.âWhatâs the problem?â 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 didnât 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 hasnât 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 couldnât care less. If it was reverse psychology, I was guilty of admitting that it was quite working.I shook my head off th
If you're mine you can't be anyone else's. ~ A. Gupta VIOLETLast nightâs memories faded back as a soft knock on the door intruded our small group, making Bree and Mad pause in their conversation as the door opened and Dominic stepped inside. I didnât know why I did it but the way the tense silence stretched, I signed to break it up, âOh, daddy is here.â If Dom had been a little more perceptive and had let his brain work for what it was meant to be, heâd have known the double meanings behind my sentence. But the way he looked at me, I knew he didnât get the hidden truth of my words. Cole chuckled from behind me, making me shiver with the way his deep voice rolled down my back. I so wanted to turn around and look at him, but I held myself in check as I heard him question, âDo I need to translate that?âDom grumbled something under his breath. He had started to look more like a human being than he did before in Kiaraâs absence which reminded me of what Alex had said about Maddox and
Kiss me like thereâs no tomorrow. ~ A. GuptaVIOLETMY Lips settled against his like a puzzle piece finding its original place. For a moment, we stayed still. Our lips slightly parted as we breathed for each other. And then my fingers impatiently tightened in his hair and his arm around my waist pulled me flush against his body as our mouths fused together. Our lips met in a hungry, hot and open mouthed kiss with our tongues trying to taste each other like it was the only thing we needed for our heart to continue beating its maddening rhythm.He took my bottom lip between his, his dark eyes gazed at me through hooded lids and he bit down on the cushiony flesh of my lip. In response my tummy fluttered and my fingers fisted in his shirt at the sharp bite of pain. âYes,â I whispered inching up on my tiptoes to delve deeper into his embrace and the kiss. He let out a deep groan as his hand slid down from my waist to my arse and he pushed me into his hard body. I gasped feeling all the pl
Some scars might get scabbed over but never heal. ~ A. Gupta.COLEIt has been three fÃŧcking days since that night in her bedroom where she wounded me so fatally that I still feel like I was leaving trails of blÃīod everywhere. It still left me shocked that she had said those words. It doesnât mean anything. The words echoed in my mind, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. No matter how hard I try I couldn't move past it. Like you said I just needed a fÃŧck, itâs been too long. The fact that she was treating me like I was her fÃŧck buddy, like she just wanted me to scratch an itch made me want to strangle her for real. Everything that she had said made me feel like she had stabbed me through the chest and was slowly carving my heart out. It fÃŧcking hurt me more than I wanted to admit it, especially when she told that she'd find someone else. If she did, there was no way in hell that man will continue breathing.âYou look bad,â Mad said as he slapped my back and handed me a can of beer.
Let me have a dream that's against all odds and feels like too big to come true.~ A. GuptaVIOLETMy thumb hovered over his name on my phone screen. I had just talked to Mad on the phone and even though he didn't say it, he definitely meant for me to give Cole some slack. I have to question his sanity to be honest, because wasnât he the same person who had told me to not forgive him so easily not too long ago. And then there was Alex... I don't even want to think about him. Betraying bastard..âHow much do you love Bree?ââI don't know. You tell me, how much I love her if it means that the thought of losing her is equal to someone taking my heart out and leaving me to die.ââIf something happened to her, will you be able to move on? Love someone else?ââNo, sweetheart. Itâs not something I will be able to do.â There was a beat of silence before he said, âVi, I know itâs hard for you to forgive him but he came back for you, it should at least mean something. I am not saying that you s
COLEI didn't think it was an ideal time for me to be here, especially to have a conversation with her. But regardless how on edge I was after all the emotions that assaulted me when I was at Maddoxâs and Bree had thought that it was a good idea to leave me with their little son who was as fragile as he was adorable. My fingers still trembled from the aftereffects but I slid them in my pocket as I knocked on the door of the Carter house and waited for it to open. Violet opened the door and I almost stumbled back to see her standing there with another baby. Fuck me sideways, why do Carters have so many babies. As if Maddoxâs werenât enough now Domâs was also there, as if reminding Violet of what she wanted. Honestly, I think it was Ivanâ the first baby Carter, who had made her so inclined to have one of her own.Violet mustâve read my expression wrong as she almost said in a way of explanation, âHe was feeling cooped up so I was just about to walk with him outside.âI swallowed, my ey
From rage and pain, a resilient heart blooms. ~ A. Gupta.VIOLETâWHERE are you going?ââNone of your business.â Just as I stated to walk past him, he grabbed my elbow pulling me to a halt and then raked his eyes down my body. His sherry eyes burned as he took me in, leaving goosebumps behind on every inch of my body. No matter how hard I try to not be affected by him, he always makes me aware of his affect on my body.I was wearing a red dress that was calf length and had a slit up to just above my knees. It was the very first dress I had bought for myself last year. Simple and still looked sexy enough, and I had paired it with silver heels. But the way Cole was looking at me one would think I was half nakÃĐd.âI wish,â He muttered. And when I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind, he jerked me toward him, making me suck in a breath as his arm banded around my waist and every inch of my body molded against his. I swallowed as his eyes dropped to my lips that were painted re
TWISTED MARRIAGE: MMF Dark Mafia Romance Novel. .INNESSAâNina!â 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 didnât seem inclined to get cosy with anyone his father once associated with. Rumor even has it that he was the one who actually kÃŪlled 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 Iâd commit patricÃŪde in my next breath. What? Donât look at me like that. My father deserves it, if you knew him youâd 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 mustâve felt that first time when sheâd 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 wasnât too proud to lie and say that I didnât 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 wifeâs heart, but everyone elseâs in the family. Even Uncle Nico was doting on him more than he ever did on me. Surprisingly he didnât 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....VIOLETâAre you ready to go?â 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 Nicolaiâs, even though it was the first time that he hadnât been able to come here on Christmas. The sisters specifically asked for him and showed their disappointment at learning that he wasnât joining us. It was kind of crazy to think that a man who I had once witness covered in blÃīod from head to toe, that still gives me flashbacks every time I see him, was so revered by these people of God. âCome on, princess. Itâs getting late. The children need to go to their beds.â 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 husbandâs pillow. I picked it up and as I read his scrawled message, a smile lit up my face. âGood 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.âTodayâs going to be another good day, or maybe a better one because my husband wasnât 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 wonât get another chance to get dressed up for tonightâs 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 didnât even know existed. I remembered the moment when she mustâve 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 didnât hide the fact that I was in love with the person I was looking at. I never thought that I could be someoneâs muse, that Iâll ever be able to inspire such breath-taking artwork in someone. But my princess, not only fell in l
VIOLETI was happy.No. Thatâs 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 didnât 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 itâs 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 otherâs company and the sights we visited. Rome was really beautiful, alive with its energy. Itâs 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. âMy eyes are up here, princess.âWith 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, âBut that tushie is too impressive to not appreciate it.ââIs it, now?â 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 hadnât had sÃĐx 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 husbandâs uncle, a welcome to his country. But even those beautiful flowers didnât 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. âI guess my uncle decided to ignore our wish to refuse his gifts.âI arched a brow. âWhat's that?â He grabbed my hand and said, âLetâs see.â 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 Uncleâs 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 uncleâs offer and mentioned that we could fly business class but his uncle had pushed. Cole had said, âBut, seriously, Iâd rather not have my wife in that jet where you spent your days partying and doing God knows what not.ââI havenât touched that thing in so long.â Came his uncleâs accented reply.âSeriously? How long was that?â My husband had asked sceptically. âFour months?âI 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