That evening we slept together, the room grew quiet when Sadie lightly snored in my arms, her arms around my torso as she snuggled closer. Earlier, I noticed a change in her demeanour, a flicker of emotion beneath her calm exterior. Despite her efforts to stay composed, she seemed restless, her movements betraying whatever was going on in her head. And it frustrated me that I couldn’t do anything to ease her up.We lay side by side. But I couldn’t forget how distant her gaze was, occasionally fixating on a spot in the room before returning to me, her brow furrowed with contemplation, her lips twitching at slight movement.I felt a connection as if I could sense the emotions swirling beneath the surface. It was as though her innermost thoughts were laid bare, and I couldn't help but wonder what nightmares could hurt her in this way.Taking a life wasn't a badge of honour in her line of work, and as her husband, I could sense her inner turmoil. She carried the weight of her actions heav
My hands shook. The more I tried to keep myself calm, the worse it was getting. I didn’t know how or when, but when I woke up, I found myself being held by two nurses as they injected me with Diazepam. There were blurry images in my head, so horrifying and disturbing I didn’t know if it was reality or just my imagination.“Do you want me to call your husband?” I shook my head. That would only make things worse. He would ask me questions and again, I wouldn’t be able to answer. How would I when I was clueless myself? I thought with time these nightmares would fade, but it was getting worse. This time I saw the mangled body of our unborn child, his eyes gauged out and blood spilling everywhere.The terror seeping through me was unwavering, I… I felt so scared.The fright crept through my veins like icy tendrils, freezing every ounce of courage within me. My heart raced, a frantic drumbeat echoing in my chest, while my breaths came in shallow gasps, barely enough to sustain me. The darkn
The jet took off, and Dante checked the security once again. Silvio's mother was in the cabin in front, I offered to sit with her, but she refused. I had barely talked to her, but she seemed like a nice woman. For the next hour, I sat in silence, nibbling on my fruits and sipping my coffee. Silvio seemed engrossed in his emails, so I chose not to disturb him. Instead, I tried to lose myself in the scenery unfolding outside the window as we soared over the London countryside. But no matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind kept drifting, my thoughts wandering off with every blink.Sitting there felt surreal, almost out of place. It was as if we were in a bubble, untouched by the horrors we had just endured. It was hard to believe that mere moments ago, we had faced terror and torture, yet here we were, seemingly unscathed, flying above the peaceful landscape below. As if I hadn't ended a man's life in cold blood, the memory of his death haunting me with every passing moment. As if I
He let out a low groan as our lips met. Our tongues intertwined, burning a fire between us. His strong arm pulled me closer, drawing me into his hold, and I could sense the tension building in his powerful body.His breath quickened against my lips, matching the rapid beat of my own heart. And the kiss deepened, becoming almost primal as if he couldn't get enough of me. Each movement sent a shiver down my spine, my body responding eagerly to his touch.With every touch, every kiss, the desire just grew stronger, the hunger consuming us both. Nothing else mattered except the electric connection we shared, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body."Hands on the table. Now." His voice carried a low, almost predatory edge, causing a shiver to run down my spine as he abruptly broke away from our kiss and rose to his feet. With a firm grip, he pulled me up from my seat, leaving me momentarily speechless.Before I could utter a word, his fingers closed around my wrist, harshly turn
It was dark when we landed. I lead a sleepy Sadie off the plane, and we get in the car to drive home. Micah was her to pick us up. Home. It was strange thinking of this place as home again. It was my home when I was a child, and I hated it. I hated everything about it, from the humid heat to the walls that had us trapped. Where my father was buried and my brother- Sandro. Yet when I got older, I found myself drawn to places just like this—trapped, something that gave me power and control.It took Sadie’s presence here to make me realize I didn’t hate the mansion after all. This place was never the object of my hatred—it was always the person it belonged to.My father.My childhood was what people would trade their souls for, my father was the son of Italy’s most influential man- Lucius Salvatore. My grandfather was a nice man, wealthy and kind. He lost my grandmother when my father was born. And Antonio Salvatore became the reason why Lucius drifted into darkness. For him, my father
The aroma of roasted chicken lingered in the air, but it seemed like even the savoury scent couldn't quite dismiss the tension hanging over the dining room. My husband sat across from me, his usual warmth replaced by a distant look in his eyes as he toyed with his fork, avoiding his mother's gaze.I could sense his inner conflict, the desire to bridge the gap with his mother battling against some unseen force keeping him at arm's length. It tugged at my heartstrings, seeing him like this.To break the awkward silence, I cleared my throat and spoke up, hoping to steer the conversation toward safer shores. "So, what names have you guys been tossing around?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.Relief washed over me as Olivia clapped her hands with enthusiasm. Her sudden burst of excitement seemed to jolt everyone, and I heard Papa chuckling. “Papa and I came up with some names. Do you want to hear?”"Absolutely!" I replied with a grin. “I'd love to." My eyes met Silvio’s for a brief mom
The scream that woke me up was like something out of a horror movie, I swear. It was full-on bloodcurdling, dripping with desperation and terror. It bounced off the walls, echoing through the whole darn house and sending a shockwave of adrenaline coursing through my veins.I shot up in bed, heart pounding like crazy in my chest. The darkness seemed thicker than ever, pressing in on me as I strained to figure out where the scream was coming from.My mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to make sense of it all. But one thing was for sure, whatever was going on, it wasn't good.I was on my feet and out of bed before I even had time to fully wake up. The scream had died down, but my heart was still racing like crazy. Fumbling in the darkness, I reached for the lamp and flicked it on, the sudden brightness momentarily blinding me.My eyes darted around the room, panic rising in my chest as I realized that Silvio wasn't there. The bed was empty, and that fuelled my fear tenfold. Where wa
Blood rushed through my veins violently and the need to destroy something- anything intensified. I knew her tactics; she was too transparent to even hide her thoughts. The moment my eyes met hers, I knew what she wanted.The adrenaline that rushed through my body a moment earlier was now slowly subduing, replacing with more volatile things. Emotions. So raw and gut-wrenching that I felt it hitting my heart with force that consumed me gradually.I averted my gaze off her face, focusing on anything or better, I should just leave. Before I destroy us, the things we had some time ago, many years back, many years ago before she let go of me.The room felt oppressively still, mingling with the tension.My back was turned to her, but I could sense her presence, the weight of her gaze bearing down on me. Every muscle in my body was taut, ready for flight or fight, yet her voice had a way of holding me in place.I could feel the emotions rising in my throat, tearing me apart."Your wife is a k
I guess it hit me harder than I expected because I've been super busy all week. Silvio suggested I take a vacation, but I didn't listen because I'm stubborn. Between looking after Sandro, who's growing up fast, and my job at the clinic, I've been getting tired too quickly.And on top of that, this week was our marriage anniversary. Silvio warned me if I neglected my health one more time, he’d tie me up and lock me in our bedroom. My husband was over-protective ever since I gave birth to Sandro. My pregnancy was tough, in the sixth month, I started feeling nauseous and I was diagnosed with jaundice. My partial depression was the sole reason, I skipped meals, started remaining distant, and barely would talk. I didn’t know how but I was slowly rolling into the pit, not knowing how to deal with all that happened.But Silvio helped me get through all that. He was by my side, in my tough times, when I was riding the low tides. My husband wrapped me in his own darkness and everything else f
Nothing seemed right. The more I tried, the messier it became. Ever since the day Deliah had a panic attack, Silvio and her had been avoiding each other. As much as I wanted, all of this kept getting worse.Not to mention there was no one I could talk to either. Olivia and Dad flew back to the States yesterday. Dante and Micah seemed busier than ever. The security in the mansion was tighter and more cameras were installed. Today I had an appointment with Doctor Rachel. My baby was doing well, he was healthy and that relieved me. These past few days had been so painful and turning I was even scared to close my eyes.Alessandro’s dead eyes still haunted me, but I was learning to cope with all that. Silvio arranged therapy for me despite my refusal, he said my mental health would affect our child and I couldn’t argue.Even with lows, we had highs too. We were closer than ever. He was extra careful with me. We haven’t had sex ever since the plane and that was fine with me. He was giving m
Blood rushed through my veins violently and the need to destroy something- anything intensified. I knew her tactics; she was too transparent to even hide her thoughts. The moment my eyes met hers, I knew what she wanted.The adrenaline that rushed through my body a moment earlier was now slowly subduing, replacing with more volatile things. Emotions. So raw and gut-wrenching that I felt it hitting my heart with force that consumed me gradually.I averted my gaze off her face, focusing on anything or better, I should just leave. Before I destroy us, the things we had some time ago, many years back, many years ago before she let go of me.The room felt oppressively still, mingling with the tension.My back was turned to her, but I could sense her presence, the weight of her gaze bearing down on me. Every muscle in my body was taut, ready for flight or fight, yet her voice had a way of holding me in place.I could feel the emotions rising in my throat, tearing me apart."Your wife is a k
The scream that woke me up was like something out of a horror movie, I swear. It was full-on bloodcurdling, dripping with desperation and terror. It bounced off the walls, echoing through the whole darn house and sending a shockwave of adrenaline coursing through my veins.I shot up in bed, heart pounding like crazy in my chest. The darkness seemed thicker than ever, pressing in on me as I strained to figure out where the scream was coming from.My mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to make sense of it all. But one thing was for sure, whatever was going on, it wasn't good.I was on my feet and out of bed before I even had time to fully wake up. The scream had died down, but my heart was still racing like crazy. Fumbling in the darkness, I reached for the lamp and flicked it on, the sudden brightness momentarily blinding me.My eyes darted around the room, panic rising in my chest as I realized that Silvio wasn't there. The bed was empty, and that fuelled my fear tenfold. Where wa
The aroma of roasted chicken lingered in the air, but it seemed like even the savoury scent couldn't quite dismiss the tension hanging over the dining room. My husband sat across from me, his usual warmth replaced by a distant look in his eyes as he toyed with his fork, avoiding his mother's gaze.I could sense his inner conflict, the desire to bridge the gap with his mother battling against some unseen force keeping him at arm's length. It tugged at my heartstrings, seeing him like this.To break the awkward silence, I cleared my throat and spoke up, hoping to steer the conversation toward safer shores. "So, what names have you guys been tossing around?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.Relief washed over me as Olivia clapped her hands with enthusiasm. Her sudden burst of excitement seemed to jolt everyone, and I heard Papa chuckling. “Papa and I came up with some names. Do you want to hear?”"Absolutely!" I replied with a grin. “I'd love to." My eyes met Silvio’s for a brief mom
It was dark when we landed. I lead a sleepy Sadie off the plane, and we get in the car to drive home. Micah was her to pick us up. Home. It was strange thinking of this place as home again. It was my home when I was a child, and I hated it. I hated everything about it, from the humid heat to the walls that had us trapped. Where my father was buried and my brother- Sandro. Yet when I got older, I found myself drawn to places just like this—trapped, something that gave me power and control.It took Sadie’s presence here to make me realize I didn’t hate the mansion after all. This place was never the object of my hatred—it was always the person it belonged to.My father.My childhood was what people would trade their souls for, my father was the son of Italy’s most influential man- Lucius Salvatore. My grandfather was a nice man, wealthy and kind. He lost my grandmother when my father was born. And Antonio Salvatore became the reason why Lucius drifted into darkness. For him, my father
He let out a low groan as our lips met. Our tongues intertwined, burning a fire between us. His strong arm pulled me closer, drawing me into his hold, and I could sense the tension building in his powerful body.His breath quickened against my lips, matching the rapid beat of my own heart. And the kiss deepened, becoming almost primal as if he couldn't get enough of me. Each movement sent a shiver down my spine, my body responding eagerly to his touch.With every touch, every kiss, the desire just grew stronger, the hunger consuming us both. Nothing else mattered except the electric connection we shared, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body."Hands on the table. Now." His voice carried a low, almost predatory edge, causing a shiver to run down my spine as he abruptly broke away from our kiss and rose to his feet. With a firm grip, he pulled me up from my seat, leaving me momentarily speechless.Before I could utter a word, his fingers closed around my wrist, harshly turn
The jet took off, and Dante checked the security once again. Silvio's mother was in the cabin in front, I offered to sit with her, but she refused. I had barely talked to her, but she seemed like a nice woman. For the next hour, I sat in silence, nibbling on my fruits and sipping my coffee. Silvio seemed engrossed in his emails, so I chose not to disturb him. Instead, I tried to lose myself in the scenery unfolding outside the window as we soared over the London countryside. But no matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind kept drifting, my thoughts wandering off with every blink.Sitting there felt surreal, almost out of place. It was as if we were in a bubble, untouched by the horrors we had just endured. It was hard to believe that mere moments ago, we had faced terror and torture, yet here we were, seemingly unscathed, flying above the peaceful landscape below. As if I hadn't ended a man's life in cold blood, the memory of his death haunting me with every passing moment. As if I
My hands shook. The more I tried to keep myself calm, the worse it was getting. I didn’t know how or when, but when I woke up, I found myself being held by two nurses as they injected me with Diazepam. There were blurry images in my head, so horrifying and disturbing I didn’t know if it was reality or just my imagination.“Do you want me to call your husband?” I shook my head. That would only make things worse. He would ask me questions and again, I wouldn’t be able to answer. How would I when I was clueless myself? I thought with time these nightmares would fade, but it was getting worse. This time I saw the mangled body of our unborn child, his eyes gauged out and blood spilling everywhere.The terror seeping through me was unwavering, I… I felt so scared.The fright crept through my veins like icy tendrils, freezing every ounce of courage within me. My heart raced, a frantic drumbeat echoing in my chest, while my breaths came in shallow gasps, barely enough to sustain me. The darkn