My eyes were probably bloodshot and tears were beginning to blur my vision. A part of me was dying or rather, a larger part was dead, all I felt was nothing less than numbness.
The shock of what happened today had made me incapable of feeling anything except the burning sensation in my head, I was ill, a temperature of about 104 degrees, I wondered how I managed to maintain my consciousness because there were moment I felt I was going to collapse.
How did this happen? How did my birthday that I felt would be the most perfect end up becoming the biggest nightmare of my life?
I, Yvonne Carla, was married to Enzo Matteo, the most dreadful man in Palermo.
The thought of that alone made my head hurt times 5, and she wanted more than anything for someone to wake her up, telling her it was a dream.
Lost in my thoughts, the car came to a halt at Enzo's penthouse, it looked so daunting and intimidating. It was engulfed in darkness in darkness and as I peered out of the car window, it dawned on me that this will be my new home.
The gates opened to let the car in, and I could feel everyone following my face as the car made its way inside.
When the car had stopped, Enzo sprang from his seat, getting out and slamming the car door behind him.
A migraine made its way to my head and it being coupled with burning fever didn't help my condition, I tried to move but I felt too weak. The driver had noticed my predicament and opened the door with a concerned expression on her face.
"Miss, are you okay?"
I shook my head and a sharp pain shot as I did. Everything was starting to spin and for a second, I thought I was going to die, my eyes began to water, I distinctly heard the call of Enzo's name before it all faded to black.
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"Will she be okay?" Enzo asked.
I scoffed mentally, even in my state of near unconsciousness, I knew he didn't care about me.
Couldn't he just let me be? I would rather remain unconscious than face the reality of me being his wife.
The reality that there I'm Enzo's Matteo wife and the reality that there was no Henry.
"Yes, she will be. She just needs enough rest.
A sharp pain shot through my chest as I thought about Henry. I wondered if he was okay, if he hated me, I can't live with the thought of him hating me, I heard the doctor leave.
Now, it was just Enzo and I in the room, I didn't want that, I wanted to go home, I wanted to see Henry.
Enzo hovered around me protectively and I shivered inwardly at the size of him, I couldn't see his expression, was he worried? Angry?
He knelt down beside the bed and asked, "What's wrong?"
"My head hurts so bad." I managed to say without a single teardrop.
"Here are some drugs you can take to make the pain go away." He pointed to the drugs on the bedside.
He switched off the bedside lamp as he left.
"I will have one of the maidens bring your meal."
A thought crossed my mind as I watched him walk away, how unusual it was for someone to be so fond of the dark.
It was weird.
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Few days had passed and I would say the reality was dawning on me slowly that I was married to Enzo.
We barely spoke even though we lived in the same house which wasn't a problem for me, I could live the rest of my life living that way.
The only comfort I had in the midst of everything was that my mom's surgery was scheduled to be in the next two weeks, and my dad and sister were beginning to do well off, that was all that comforted me when I would cry my eyes at night.
I was out of the hospital, excited to tell my dad about mom's health. Walking down the empty street, I called his number and when he answered, I greeted, "Hey dad."
He was about to respond when my head got hit by a brick and I distinctly heard him call me princess again until it all faded black.
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"I'm telling you, she was kidnapped!" Carlo slammed his hands hard on the table.
"I can feel it. The call ended abruptly and when I called back, no one answered, something is wrong, I can feel it."
"You need to help her. P..lease." Carlo begged.
"I will." Enzo said as he got up from the office chair.
"Afterall, she is my wife." He said. "So, you should go home, you have nothing to worry about."
"Really?"
"Yes. Please go home." Enzo persuaded.
With that, Carla exited the Penthouse, hoping for the safe returns of his daughter.
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I slowly opened my eyes to my head hurting, and my eyes watering.
Everywhere was pitch black except for this little ray of light from the window, but it wasn't enough, I saw my hands were tied. Where was I? Who would have done this? It didn't matter, I needed to get put of here.
I began to make an attempt in loosening the rope tied on my hand.
"Hey princess." A voice called.
I had recognized that voice and my heart skipped a beat when I was sure on who it was as his face came to the light.
It was Henry.
"H…henry?"
"Yes baby girl. It's me."
"A….r….w..hy?" I questioned, holding back my tears.
Henry went down on his knees and said, "I would call it revenge."
"I..s this about me g..getting married to Enzo?"
"Bloody hell yes!" He yelled and I could swear I peed on my pants.
"Yes. Do you think I'm a joke? Leaving me the moment you got tired of me?"
"N..no Henry. That's not true. I…."
He grabbed my face as hard as he could and that was when I saw it, the hate and disgust in his eyes, "Shut it, bitch!"
A tear dropped.
Then, he continued, "Why Enzo?! Why does it have to be him!"
"Enzo got my brother murdered."
"M…urder?"
"Yes, Yvonne. Murder. And I swore I would get justice for him and what happened? The woman I love so much gets married to him."
"I…..
"Shut it!" He yelled again.
Was I going to die? Was he going to kill me? I could tell he didn't love me, I don't know if it was because of the cold floor but I felt nauseous.
"But I know Enzo doesn't love you. I don't know what deal you had with him, but he doesn't love you."
"I love you, I loved you and seeing how you betrayed me, you leave me no choice but to kill you."
Immediately after his last statement, he cocked his gun at me, but I don't think I was going to beg that he spared me, I hurt Henry a great time, maybe this was Karma.
"Goodbye Yvonne..don't worry, I will die with you as I have nothing to live for."
My eyes were closed, ready to receive my fate. This was my end, or so I thought until I heard a fall.
Opening my eyes, it was Enzo, he had kicked Henry and was now on top of him, punching him so hard.
"E..nzo." I whispered.
Watching as he punched Henry, I knew he wasn't going to stop, and so, I ran to Enzo on my knees with every ounce of strength in me.
"P…lease, don't kill him." I begged.
"P…lease."
He took a deep breath and got off Henry with some last words, "I give you 24 hours to leave my city. If you don't, I will kill you this time, for real."
He held my hands and it was warm, and even with the little Ray, I could see his eyes, they were pretty, "Let's go home. Everyone is worried about you." He said.
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Walking out of the building, I watched Enzo walk in front of me with his two bodyguards by my side.
My head was hurting, I was cold, I had so much body pains that I could barely move, but in all sincerity, I was glad.
I was glad someone came for me. I was glad that I got to live….were the last thoughts in my head as I fell to the floor, losing my consciousness.
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"How is she, doc?" Enzo asked, holding onto Yvonne's hand.
"Did you know your wife was pregnant?" The doctor asked.
"P..pregnant?"
"Yes. She was 2 weeks pregnant."
"Was?"
"Yes. I'm sorry but she lost the baby."
Sincerely, I didn't know how to feel uponhearing the news that I lost my baby."Many women have a miscarriage before they even know they're pregnant." were the doctor's word but it's quite funny, losing something you didn't know you had.Staring outside the window from my bed, I had my hands placed on my stomach and tried to pinpoint how I felt but I felt nothing.Just numbness.Was it because I didn't know I had the baby before losing it? Or a large part of me was dead inside?I was empty, the man I loved was going to pull the trigger on me without hesitation, the thought of it hurt me.Henry was a good man, he would never hurt me was what I thought.I heard a knock and Enzo came in right after."Hello. The head maiden says you refuse to eat." He started as he walked in."I'm not hungry." I responded."Still, I believe you should eat.""I'm not hungry." I repeated."Plus, why do you care if I choose to eat or not?""Because you are my wife."I scoffed, "You forced that title on me."
I was seated by the side of my mom in the hospital bed, it was peaceful watching her sleep. I muttered a Prayer and hoped the heaven heard me. My stomach grumbled, giving me a quick reminder that I haven't eaten all day, checking the time on my cellphone, it was 15 minutes past 9. I clutched my bag to my shoulder, gave my mom a forehead kiss and exited the ward room. "Are you ready to leave now?" I was greeted by the sound of Enzo's Voice, he was seated in the reception seat. "Why are you still here?" I asked. "Because you are my wife." He responded. I snorted mentally, his wife? Of course, I was his wife but we weren't in love or anything. If anything, he was only with me at the hospital to have a "record" that he was a good husband. "I spoke to the Doctor already. He said she will be fine." "Will she really be?" I questioned, the doubts in me getting clearer by the minute. "Yes, Yvonne. She will be." Enzo answered. Oddly, it felt soothing hearing that. Looking into his
I sat quietly in the gazebo and inhaled the cool morning breeze, content with being outside the mansion for a change but in a bad mood still. I picked at my breakfast, thinking about the previous night and let out a deep sigh as I loosened my braided hair to ease the headache building up. Staring off at flowers wavering in the breeze, I noticed a figure approach in the distance; It was no doubt Enzo."I don't need company, please let me be!" I exploded, in what came out as a yell.Enzo snickered, "Well, good morning to you too. Lovely weather isn't it?"I froze, tensed up when he took a seat next to me unasked; his cologne filling up my nostrils. "Why are you here?" He asked, raising his eyebrows for effect. "What do you want?" I ignored his question and asked one of mine.He cleared his throat and turned, facing me. I kept a straight face, avoiding his eyes but I could tell he was staring into my soul."What do you want?" I asked again, low-key seething pent up anger."Look at me
On this sunny day in Palermo, I found myself sweeping over the dirt off the driveway, and wondering about my upcoming 28th birthday. Would it be a repeat of previous years where I spent the entire day working?The thought of it alone excited me, despite my uncertainty I had a good feeling about this year's birthday. In three days' time, I would find out why.I was humming my favorite Westlife song when I heard my name being called."Yvonne." My little sister, Ariel, called from outside the porch."What's up sis?" I asked."Dad sends for you." She replied."Oh, I will meet him soon. I just…""No, he asks that you come now." Ariel snapped."He has a guest and he wants you to meet with him."A guest? My dad never gets guests, he loathes having people in the house, something was weird."Oh, okay sis. I will be with him in less than 2 minutes."Walking to my dad's office, I wondered who could be the guest, been sleeping in my room all day, I had no idea who came in and who went put.I plac
I sat quietly in the gazebo and inhaled the cool morning breeze, content with being outside the mansion for a change but in a bad mood still. I picked at my breakfast, thinking about the previous night and let out a deep sigh as I loosened my braided hair to ease the headache building up. Staring off at flowers wavering in the breeze, I noticed a figure approach in the distance; It was no doubt Enzo."I don't need company, please let me be!" I exploded, in what came out as a yell.Enzo snickered, "Well, good morning to you too. Lovely weather isn't it?"I froze, tensed up when he took a seat next to me unasked; his cologne filling up my nostrils. "Why are you here?" He asked, raising his eyebrows for effect. "What do you want?" I ignored his question and asked one of mine.He cleared his throat and turned, facing me. I kept a straight face, avoiding his eyes but I could tell he was staring into my soul."What do you want?" I asked again, low-key seething pent up anger."Look at me
I was seated by the side of my mom in the hospital bed, it was peaceful watching her sleep. I muttered a Prayer and hoped the heaven heard me. My stomach grumbled, giving me a quick reminder that I haven't eaten all day, checking the time on my cellphone, it was 15 minutes past 9. I clutched my bag to my shoulder, gave my mom a forehead kiss and exited the ward room. "Are you ready to leave now?" I was greeted by the sound of Enzo's Voice, he was seated in the reception seat. "Why are you still here?" I asked. "Because you are my wife." He responded. I snorted mentally, his wife? Of course, I was his wife but we weren't in love or anything. If anything, he was only with me at the hospital to have a "record" that he was a good husband. "I spoke to the Doctor already. He said she will be fine." "Will she really be?" I questioned, the doubts in me getting clearer by the minute. "Yes, Yvonne. She will be." Enzo answered. Oddly, it felt soothing hearing that. Looking into his
Sincerely, I didn't know how to feel uponhearing the news that I lost my baby."Many women have a miscarriage before they even know they're pregnant." were the doctor's word but it's quite funny, losing something you didn't know you had.Staring outside the window from my bed, I had my hands placed on my stomach and tried to pinpoint how I felt but I felt nothing.Just numbness.Was it because I didn't know I had the baby before losing it? Or a large part of me was dead inside?I was empty, the man I loved was going to pull the trigger on me without hesitation, the thought of it hurt me.Henry was a good man, he would never hurt me was what I thought.I heard a knock and Enzo came in right after."Hello. The head maiden says you refuse to eat." He started as he walked in."I'm not hungry." I responded."Still, I believe you should eat.""I'm not hungry." I repeated."Plus, why do you care if I choose to eat or not?""Because you are my wife."I scoffed, "You forced that title on me."
My eyes were probably bloodshot and tears were beginning to blur my vision. A part of me was dying or rather, a larger part was dead, all I felt was nothing less than numbness.The shock of what happened today had made me incapable of feeling anything except the burning sensation in my head, I was ill, a temperature of about 104 degrees, I wondered how I managed to maintain my consciousness because there were moment I felt I was going to collapse.How did this happen? How did my birthday that I felt would be the most perfect end up becoming the biggest nightmare of my life?I, Yvonne Carla, was married to Enzo Matteo, the most dreadful man in Palermo. The thought of that alone made my head hurt times 5, and she wanted more than anything for someone to wake her up, telling her it was a dream.Lost in my thoughts, the car came to a halt at Enzo's penthouse, it looked so daunting and intimidating. It was engulfed in darkness in darkness and as I peered out of the car window, it dawned o
On this sunny day in Palermo, I found myself sweeping over the dirt off the driveway, and wondering about my upcoming 28th birthday. Would it be a repeat of previous years where I spent the entire day working?The thought of it alone excited me, despite my uncertainty I had a good feeling about this year's birthday. In three days' time, I would find out why.I was humming my favorite Westlife song when I heard my name being called."Yvonne." My little sister, Ariel, called from outside the porch."What's up sis?" I asked."Dad sends for you." She replied."Oh, I will meet him soon. I just…""No, he asks that you come now." Ariel snapped."He has a guest and he wants you to meet with him."A guest? My dad never gets guests, he loathes having people in the house, something was weird."Oh, okay sis. I will be with him in less than 2 minutes."Walking to my dad's office, I wondered who could be the guest, been sleeping in my room all day, I had no idea who came in and who went put.I plac