VIOLETWith dread spreading through me faster than my heart could pump the blôod in my body, I turned the corner of the hospital corridor and found my family pacing the tiled floor. The white of it reminded me of the time and place, I'd rather not think about at such a time. I focused back in the present and saw Dom, who looked like he was about to have a breakdown as he gripped the back of his neck and let out a frustrated growl. My eyes slid to Brandon who appeared like he was still in a shocked state while Kiara and Elle clung to each other, trying to provide comfort to each other. One glance at Mad told me that he was barely holding on from flipping out because of Bree who was unable to control her tears as she silently sobbed in his chest. But it wasn’t what had cracks forming in my chest, it was Scarlett. She looked like death has washed over her. Looking at her, I remembered the first thought that had come to my mind when Cole had broken the news of Alex being shot— I had told
TWO WEEKS LATER...COLE“Where is he?” I asked as soon as I entered the house and found my mother pacing in the entrance hall.“I managed to send him upstairs to his room.” My mother answered, her concerned filled eyes meeting mine. She said, “I don't think it’s the right thing for him to stay here. It's only hurting him.”I had thought about it too, but as long as Lily doesn’t wake up, I couldn’t just ask him to move out or send him somewhere on his own when he wasn’t even eighteen. And, it wasn’t like I had forced him to stay with us here, it was Sebastian’s own choice. “What exactly happened?” I asked, as she hadn’t told me everything when she had asked me to come home because he got into fight with one of the staff members.My mother relayed what the twins saw and heard. A young staff member was talking to one of the old ones who had been with us since the beginning, and his morbid curiosity about Lily and Sebastian had him asking questions that got Sebastian’s attention and when
VIOLET“What are you going to do now? Cry some more?” I jerked my head up to look at Alex who regarded me with a raised brow. As I met his challenging green eyes I realized, that yes, I was about to give into my emotions and already tears were pricking the back of my eyes. But now, I quickly blinked them away. “Alex!” Scarlett admonished him, and Mom stepped forward to add, “Whatever you wish to do we’ll be there for you, sweetheart.”“Maybe we should kîdnap him and teach him a lesson.” Dom said, cracking his knuckles, “We can’t let him break Violet’s heart like this. Again.”“We are not kidnápping anyone.” Mom said, giving a look to Dom.“But, for the first time, I am on board with Dom’s idea.” Kiara responded, getting a wide smile from her husband.“Me too.” Bree piped up. “It sounds fun.”“Or, we could just crash the party,” Mad joined in. “Let’s go there and watch his face when he sees you there.”Alex tsked. “Nah. Violet is just too boring to do something like that. She will ju
VIOLETThe car ride was filled with unstoppable chatter, subtle glances were being shared between the girls that they refused to explain to me but their usual banter was comforting as I sat there unknown of what future held. But what was more surprising to me was that they had stopped to pick Daisy too in our way to the New York City. Daisy who looked equally excited but more of a friend to Bree and Kiara than mine. When we reached the city our first stop was a shopping mall at Scarlett’s decree and both Bree and Kiara locked their arms and started to gear up to spend their husbands' money as they wished, like my brothers ever stopped them from doing so. “What are we doing here?” I asked for the upteenth time as I stood there with my arms crossed across my chest trying to not look at Kiara who was holding up strings of thongs in one hand and asking Bree and Daisy which one would help her in making Dom crazy. I don’t know about Dom but she was definitely making me crazy with putting
VIOLETEach of them beamed at me as I stood there in a shimmering pastel blue dress with my make-up done, hair set in perfect waves over my shoulder and a nervous smile curving my lips. “You look gorgeous, Vi!” Kiara said, coming forward to give me a tight hug.Mad, Dom and Alex each complemented me. Dom even had his phone out and took several selfies as if he wanted to commemorate this moment for future. All of them made me feel special and I was grateful for them to be here with me. I felt my nervousness settle a bit as all of them crowded me and we took pictures, their support and unconditional love enveloped me and for a while I forgot what I was going to do. What I had to do.When Alex announced it was time to leave, Bree took me aside and pulled out a small velvet box from her bag. When I arched an enquiring brow, she answered, “Mom gave it to me to give it to you.”When I opened it, I found a simple and an elegant necklace inside it. It had a shooting star in a middle of a cir
COLEI was getting exactly what I wanted but still there was a feeling similar to disappointment that filled me somehow and as I looked at her beautiful face, I wondered why.Apart from that one condition that she just put, everything was going my way and still— “What are we going to do now?” She asked, her blue eyes peering up at me. “I mean...about the girl you were supposed to get engaged to?” I smiled, cupped her cheek and brushed a soft kiss on her lips. She frowned at me, looking adorable in her confusion. “Cole?”“Hmm?”“I asked—““You are still here. Everyone is looking for you.” One of my twin sisters entered. Aria in her red dress, who was here not too long ago when Violet had interrupted us.And just like then, Violet stiffened by my side. Her shoulders tensing, she stepped in front of me and started, “He is not—”I squeezed her fingers and tugged her back. My princess turned to look at me with narrowed gaze and her jaw clenched as the infamous Carter anger surfaced in her
VIOLETCole grabbed my hand and tugged me to meet his uncle. The uncle who had been a mystery until now and someone who wanted Cole to marry to someone else. “W-what if your uncle doesn’t like me? I mean, you said he wanted you to marry into an influential family, right?” I asked, my mind going back to the conversation between his parents and him on that dinner when it was clear his uncle was the absolute authority in his family.“Right.” The sharp accented voice had me freezing and I could almost feel my skin icing over as I sensed someone coming up behind me. “And, yet here you are. Because apparently love is more important that family legacy and my own expectations.”“Zio, per favore, non cominciare adesso." Uncle, please, don’t start now. Cole stepped beside me, his arm coming around my waist as I slowly turned to face his uncle. The uncle I have heard so much about but never met or talked to. The few times I had asked Cole about his uncle, he had been reluctant to talk about him
VIOLETI stood in front of the floor length mirror, staring at my reflexion. I looked beautiful, as beautiful as I could be. A beautiful bride in a white wedding gown, a stunning creation of lace and silk. The girls who had come to do my hair and makeup had gushed all over the dress when Elle and Kiara had pulled it out of the box that had come from Cole with a note that said, 'I am counting the minutes'.And, I imagined Cole waiting for me at his parents’ house, because Mom had denied for me to stay there with him when he had asked. She had said in no uncertain terms that ‘Bride and groom won’t see each other before the wedding’. But unlike everyone else who all were excited for such a shot gun wedding as Kiara called it, Dad had been a little sceptical and reluctant to agree for this sudden wedding. He had said, ‘I don’t like how you are hurrying into this, but if this is what you want then I’ll be there by your side every step you take. I just want my daughter to be happy’. And I w
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