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
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
Please take the warning seriously, this story is not about your everyday romance. This is book is a story about two people who have gone through hell and suffered unimaginable pain, especially the female character who had been subject to humn trfcing and has painful past.And if you don't like sensitive subjects this may not be good book to read for you. With sexual violence and abuse triggers, it is for above 18 and especially for the readers who think thatthey can handle such a story.DisclaimerNo part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of the author.His Steel Princess © A. Gupta 2023. All rights reserved.This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events andincidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fi
COLE I looked down at her beautiful face as a single tear rolled down my cheek, sitting this close to her I already felt the pain of being separated. She looked so peaceful while sleeping like a fallen angel, a princess broken by the monsters of our real world. Her pretty face was still flushed pink from our earlier activities. After the way we had made love, the intensity of it hadn’t vanished before we were attacking each other once again, like hungry animals. Every part of my body, every cell in my body had wished to gorge on her. It felt like it was my last meal before a life sentence. And I wanted to have every last morsel I could. And now as I sat beside her, fully clothed, my whole body trembled and I didn't think I’d ever be able to overcome this feeling. This loss that I was starting to feel. It felt like it was starting to eat me from the inside. I didn't want to move from here. I didn't want to leave her behind. I didn't want to go. I wanted to hide her in my arms and sta
I think time will never be a factor in my feelings for you. They might grow bigger and larger but never lessen. ~ A. Gupta.VIOLETHe is back and I have no idea how to process that. The man with sherry eyes and soft touches, the man who had been nothing but kind and patient with me until he wasn’t. Until he decided to be the cruellest of them all when he left me without any explanation. The man I decided to hate after I recklessly fell for him and decided to never forgive for what he did to me. He mended my broken pieces only to shatter them part, leaving a wreckage behind without a backward glance. Now he stood in the driveway of Maddox’s new home, facing my dad- Jared Carter and my champion of a brother- Maddox Carter. I stood in the kitchen as I watched the three of them. I should’ve been prepared for this, Alex had already given me one of his vague remarks about how he had to do something before I decided to let Kevin force me into a relationship that I didn’t actually want— W
If going back in time was possible, I’d very much like to do it now. ~ A GuptaCOLEMy whole body turned toward her when she came out of the house and made her way toward me as if she was the sun and I was the man searching for light my whole life. But I realised a moment later, no she was not coming toward me, but to Kevin who was make her wag to her and met her halfway on the stairs.With my heart pounding in my chest a mile per second, I took her in. She was still as fucking beautiful as she was eighteen months ago. As breath-taking as she was the day I had found her. But she was different. She wasn’t wearing the same style of clothes she used to wear. She wasn’t covered from head to toe like she was afraid of letting anyone see her. No, now she was in a calf length midi dress without sleeves with nude heels instead of the sneakers she liked. I missed that small detail and wondered how could she change so much. It felt like just yesterday I saw her, with the way I had been living
There's no greater glory than love and not greater punishment than jealousy. VIOLET‘I’ll be back tomorrow, sweetie,' I promised as Hailey refused to loosen her hold on me. I patted her small back, a smile curling up my lips when her fingers only tightened around mine. ‘Please, stay.’ She signed, her eyes pleading. But as much as I wanted to, staying with her will also mean staying with Kevin and I didn't want to do that. ‘Hayley, you know we—” The loud honking noise broke into our silent conversation and I looked over my shoulder from where I was crouched in front of Hayley on their porch. For a split second my smile widened to see the red Ferrari which meant Alex was back but then I remembered what he had done and I scowled. The car door opened and Alex stepped out, his green eyes falling on me and he smiled that good for nothing smile of his. And I wondered if I should use my fighting skills on him that he and Mad had been teaching me. “You coming, beautiful?” I winced knowin
I don't want to forget and forgive. Those two things don't go well with the pain of my broken heart. ~ A. GuptaVIOLETTHE Air vibrated with every shift and every glance from him. I could literally feel his presence on my skin and it only made me angry to the point that all I wanted was to stand up and stalk out of here. Be anywhere but here. My heart refused to settle down as it raced when all the memories started to filter through my mind, making me feel the echo of the pain I had done my best to overcome. But still I managed to sit there, pretending to eat with sheer force of my will despite the diagnosis of sleeping in his arms, the warmth of his embrace, the pleasure of his touches. I managed to keep my face blank and my eyes on my food because Alex was right, I couldn't let him know that he still affected me.As the dishes were passed around, I tried to keep my thoughts away from him, determined not to acknowledge him. I heard him clear his throat a few times, clearly trying t
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