It's another kind of pain to be denied a dream that you desperately want by the one person you love and trust. ~ A. Gupta.COLETHE Way my phone was blowing up all the time I was away from her, I knew I’d have a very frantic princess in my hands, on the verge of breaking apart. But I think I knew how to handle that, and I also knew that I could no longer wait. Life was un-fucking-predictable which was why I was not going to wait for the right fûcking moment to make her mine. I stepped out of the car and almost stumbled. I hadn’t realized how weak I was until I stepped out of her cosy little apartment. With her in my arms, day in and out, sleeping and lounging in her bed, I had thought I was already better and ready to go on with my life putting the accident and its injuries in the past but apparently not. Just a trip in a car and getting worked up with adrenaline running through my veins, all I needed was my princess’ slender arms around me and my head on her chest, preferably pillo
It hurt my heart to cause her pain and to hear those words from her. ~ A. Gupta.COLETHE Silence felt too loud in the room, the intake of our breaths were the only thing I could hear and my churning thoughts that reminded me of my past and the promise I gave Violet that day, the promise I was about to break. I had told her to give us a chance, that I’ll do whatever she wanted but apart from mentioning that she has a condition she hadn’t mentioned anything, not until now. And now even as my body throbbed with pleasure, my heart was in a spin as I didn’t know how to look into her eyes and say the words that will hurt her. “Violet—” She sat up and I grabbed her elbow when she would’ve stepped out of the bed. “Wait. Let me do it.”I slipped out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. When I came back with a wet towel she had pulled a blanket over her body. I sat down beside her and took the edge of the blanket from her. She bit down on her bottom lip as she let me pull the blanket
I trusted him to not break his promise. But he did it once and now he was doing it again. ~ A. Gupta.COLE“You shouldn’t have come back.”“Don’t say that.” I never thought I will hear these words from her, and it fûcking pained me that she’d say such a thing to me. She crossed her arms across her chest as if trying to hold herself up. “Why not? You knew... you knew all along... And still you sat here night after night, spent your days with me, made my heart ache for you. And then you left me when I needed you.” She took a deep shuddering breath, her eyes filling with tears as if once again remembering all the pain that she had felt at my absence. “You know what, when you left it hurt. It hurt so terribly. I cried for days. But then, I started to hope that maybe I was pregnant. We never used any precautions. And I hoped, that even if you left, I will have something to love that you gave me. I hoped that I was pregnant. But then the next month came and went by, and I realised that I
Some nightmares stay with you even when you're awake. ~ A. Gupta.COLEI Wake up with a jerk, my whole body covered in sweat and trembling as if I was still sobbing my heart out like I was doing in my nightmare because it was a nightmare, I realised as I sat up and looked around my suite in the hotel at the outskirts of the town. I palmed my face in my hands and pulled back to see my palms wet, it seems I had shed real tears in the gut wrenching nightmare I just had.In my nightmare, Lily was standing at the top of the stairs, looking same as the day she had looked years back on my birthday. And she was pregnant, this time she had a swollen belly and she was smiling at me as she made her way downstairs with a hand on her stomach, only she never made it. Her scream still echoed in my ears as if she was in the room with me, the same way she had screamed in the nightmare when her foot slipped and she rolled down the stairs. And no matter how much my dream version I tried, I couldn’t mov
Time doesn't heal, you just start to live with the pain and it becomes a part of you. ~ A. GuptaCOLE“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked as I stepped out of the bedroom and found Alex lounging in one of the sofas in the drawing room.“Is this how you tell me that you missed me?” He said, “Explains all this empty bottles.”I looked at the mentioned bottles. Since that night when everything went to shît, I had barely eaten but chose to drink my sorrows. It didn't help but at least it lessened the frequency of my nightmares. “What do you want, Alex? I thought you all didn't care anymore.”“Don’t be sad, Cole. We didn't abandon you but we couldn’t let Vi think that we were taking your side.” His dark brows lowered and he pointed at my hands that were bruised and swollen from the fight I got into last night. “You could've called me or better yet Maddox if you wanted to use your fists. He is the one who is too furious with you.”“Not you?” I asked.He shrugged one shoulder. “I don'
It’s a bitter pill to swallow— to love someone so intensely yet unable to bridge the divide that has created between the two. ~ A. Gupta.VIOLETI Wasn’t ready to face him yet, not after that day when he told me that he won’t give me my dream and never become part of it. All these days, I had spent pretending that my heart doesn’t hurt. I went on with my life like he hadn’t stomped all over my emotions and my dreams to be with him. To build a family with him like Mad had with Bree, and now Dom was getting with Kiara. Next, it will be Brandon and if fate had it one day it will be Alex but if I stayed with him and I won’t, because he wouldn’t let me.Now as I stood in my small apartment, facing him, palpable tension surrounded us. There was a dot of blood at the corner of his lips where Maddox punched him and made his bottom lip split open, it was now starting to quickly swell as I watched. And instinct almost had me reaching out for me, but I held myself glued to my spot. My scream h
COLE“You need to come back.”I looked down at the text displayed on my phone screen for the dozenth time now and my gut clenched, because something didn't feel right about this text. And a part of me was afraid that Mad was texting me this because Violet got what she really wanted, the timeline was perfect for it as it had been more than three weeks now since I came back to New York.My thumb hovered on the keyboard to type a message back but before I could bring myself to do it, another text popped up. “She tried to burn her paintings, man. This is not good.”A cold chill ran down my spine, freezing my blood in my veins. The glass of whisky slipped from my fingers, making a thud as it dropped down on my father’s office desk, sloshing the golden liquid everywhere. The conversation between my father and Uncle, that I was only pretending to listen to, came to a halt.“What is it?” My father asked and I could feel the weight of my Uncle’s eyes on me through the screen of the laptop.“I
COLEShe hadn’t stopped crying, even when she was sleeping I could see the tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. I hate it. I hate that she’s in so much pain. I didn’t know what I’d have done if she had gotten her wish, but I knew that I didn’t like what she had become now. It’s like she had lost all the spark of life and all she did was cry and stare at her ruined paintings as she stood at the threshold of her painting room.She was standing there now and as I walked to her, in a voice that was low and gentle, I asked her, “Do you want to go to the Carter house, princess?”I knew she heard me, I saw the change in her posture. Every time she has looked at me since last two days, she had that look in her eyes that kept fûcking with my mind. It was not crazed but it didn’t look right either. She looked at me like I was the reason for all her pain and also like she hated me for needing me at the same time. It scares me to think at any moment, she will pull back and decide that she d
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