♕—Delilah The whole nation was overcome with sorrow upon his passing. There remained so many unanswered questions about the cause of the fire. While it was widely suspected by the people that the Cosa Nostra may have had something to do with it, nobody had the audacity to say so out loud. Everyone was too terror-stricken at the thought that their voices could be the next to be silenced.The police and forensic scientist only found Alexander's and all the other soldiers' bones, nothing could be proven, and all the evidence has also been burnt. They tried to put back his skeleton in the most perfect way they could to give him a funeral because no one knew what kind of monster he was behind closed doors. He didn't deserve sympathy or respect but the world is unfair and all this respect felt like a disrespect to all his dead wives' memory. He deserved to be known as what he was, a psychopathic murderer. It had been two weeks since Alexander's death, and there still hadn't been any word
♕—Delilah I looked out the bedroom window day and night. The Cosa Nostra rarely contacted my brother because they already had all the control of the country, they could cross the border as they pleased, smuggled their weapons and drugs as they pleased, and my brother was barely a puppet whose only responsibility was to sign away what Nikolai Costello asked him off. There hadn't been a single message or a piece of news about a certain black-haired, black-eyed man that I had been waiting for day and night. My heart was crushed at the thought of him not being in this world anymore because he wouldn't just leave me like that. Lorenzo loved me and our baby too much to just leave us like this in the middle. Anthony has tried everything but there had been no messages from the Cosa Nostra. I caressed my protruding belly, wishing long healthy life for the father of my unborn child. I have healed perfectly but I don't know if I could say the same about Lorenzo. The doctor comes every week
♕—Delilah The next night, I said goodbye to my family.I dully said goodbye to my family; the staff laboriously helped me pack my bags and Aurora's as well. Giving up my royal title and my duties came along with this decision, my sole intention being to go be with him.I finally let go of all the trappings of being Princess Delilah, the luxurious clothing, the excessive adornments, and for the first time, I was going to be simply Delilah. I ventured out by myself. I didn't have a Plan B, or a safety cushion. I just had myself to rely on. Feeling a sense of relief, I took the plunge.Aurora and I said our goodbyes, mama was all teary-eyed but she managed to keep her emotions in check in front of the others. My brother still graciously let me use the royal jet, he was still taking care of our finances, and he even gave us a nice little house in the suburbs to help me get off to a good start in life. Everything was still incredibly convenient and comfortable for me.I breathed a sigh of
♕—Delilah I sighed, looking at the long line of people outside the club, "Okay, how do we get in?" Tonight it wasn't Joseph but Virginia who had accompanied me to the nightclub, Joseph volunteered to take care of Aurora while we were here. Virginia squinted nervously at the burly bouncers at the entrance, feeling intimidated by their imposing stature and the tattoos on their arms. It was clear that Nikolai Costello had chosen them to provide a secure atmosphere for his nightclub."Leave that to me..." Virginia purred, her eyes shimmering as she bent forwards, her fingers running through her hair in a way that was nothing short of alluring. Her dress had already clung to her curves, but she pulled it down, teasingly, allowing everyone to get a good view of her cleavage. She beckoned me with a finger to follow her and I followed, completely entranced. This is the second time we were coming to this club in a single night, the first time was a few hours ago when we both came to the cl
♕—Delilah The second I stepped out of the shadow, someone slammed me into the wall and gripped my neck, "What the fuck are you doing here?!"My eyes squeezed shut on their own accord, my heart drummed against my ribcage as if to fulfill a thousand beats. He jerked my body once more and I finally opened my eyes, looking into his green ones, "I asked you a fucking question!" I tried to remember his name, I thought hard about every single name that had left Lorenzo's lips, then I did. Scott. Scott Mancini. "Lorenzo..." I managed to say, "Where is he?" He gripped my neck harder, shoving me back into the wall even more, "What about him?" I glared into his eyes, if he thinks he can scare me then he has another thing coming his way, "Lorenzo, where is he?" "And what do you fucking want from him? What more could you possibly fucking take from him?" I took in his words, his tone. He sounded protective of him and the way he talked made me realize that Lorenzo must be here, he was aliv
♕—Delilah ╭───────────────╮ Unknown: Go home, Delilah. ╰───────────────╯I stared at the message for a few moments, blood boiling in my veins, if I didn't have my daughter in my arms I would have broken something. Or maybe turned the bed upside down. The nerve he has! I know I have made some mistakes—okay, a lot of mistakes but how the hell am I going to make it up to him if he doesn't give me a freaking chance. How am I going to make him believe that I truly and selflessly love him and I won't make those mistakes again? We have a baby girl now for god sake! And he doesn't even know about her! He doesn't even know about her because he won't talk to me and won't give me a chance to explain myself or give him the good news. So, I decided to reply to the unknown number. ╭───────────────╮ Me: Lorenzo?╰───────────────╯╭───────────────╮ Me: If it's you then please tell me I need to talk to you, it's important and you will never forgive yourself if you don't
♕—Delilah “You look like you’ve been crying,” Virginia said as she whipped up our breakfast. I had been crying.My tears had been flowing freely. My eyes were puffy and swollen; I was desperate to keep my emotions contained, but Lorenzo's rejection had unleashed them all. I could feel the pain and sorrow within me, begging to be expressed.I was overwhelmed with grief. Even the thought of eating was too painful, as it brought forth tears that were welling in my eyes."A lot," I just answered. "It looks like it's time to make a decision," she spoke, her voice stretched taut with tension. "Maybe it's time to let go, perhaps he doesn't care anymore."I remained motionless, my gaze fixed on Virginia, my thoughts in turmoil. "We could always call it a day... I'm tempted, so tempted, to do so. Although I swore to stand by him no matter what, he's making it almost impossible for me to keep that promise.""Did you speak to him?" she inquired, a hint of tension in her voice."That's right, j
♕—Delilah It was exhilarating, exciting, and fun. I glared at him, my gaze unwavering as I watched his arms tense up when he clutched the railing behind the glass.I was so frustrated with him that I couldn't help myself and gave him the middle finger. He's such an irritating jerk and yet somehow I still care for him so deeply that it breaks me apart. I love him so much that it physically hurts. I beamed with joy as I glanced at all the people around me, having the time of their lives. I saw them dancing, chatting, and sipping some drinks, and I couldn't help but join in the merriment. With my body liberated, I let my limbs loose, turning and swaying to the beats, and hopping up and down - determined to have a blast while also making Lorenzo angry, and he was getting madder with every passing second! It was the happiest I had been in years!"So, what's the plan, Virginia?" I asked, swirling around the dance floor while holding my drink. "Time to turn up the heat," she grinned, nudg
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♞—Lorenzo I feel so fortunate to have found my own slice of paradise on earth - I'm not sure what I did to deserve it but I'm holding onto it. I ran a hand across my jaw as I stared out the french doors of my study, listening to two of the world's most adorable waves of laughter I have heard in my entire life. My wife and my daughter... At nine months old, Aurora had begun to creep around the house and babble some distorted syllables that Delilah desperately tried to interpret. The other day she said “baa baa” and Delilah said that she was saying “mama”. It was a long shot from mama because it sounded a little more like papa or dada. Smiling, I stared down at the ring around my finger, a platinum wedding band. I had proposed to Delilah when we celebrated our daughter's half-birthday as she turned six months old. I went down on my knee, prepared a whole speech, and cooked for my two princesses. It was the perfect night to pop the question, proposing to her with mama—Aurora's—ring
♕—Delilah Lorenzo loved his family alot... And that included us, the Costellos, and his other obnoxious brothers Scott and Marco, and god know who. The Cosa Nostra was his whole life—he wasn't kidding about that part but I still remembered what his brothers did to me when they threw me in a cell and how horrible they were but for Lorenzo, it was something to be anxious about. He wanted us all to get along. So here we were, at our home having dinner with the Costellos, Scott, and Marco. Aurora was in Lorenzo's lap as he rocked her, he was happy a man, as he had been for the last week. He didn't smile at all when I first met him but now after a week of us staying together, there hadn't been a moment where he hadn't smiled. And if he is with Aurora then it's all chaos in the house. I'm afraid of how she'll turn out when she gets older, Lorenzo had already brought her toy guns although she can't even sit right now. "So, when's the wedding?" Marco asked. I glanced at Lorenzo and he loo
♞—Lorenzo Delilah stilled, her body went rigid and Niko stopped too as they both stared at one another. He frowned, looking Delilah up and down before his gaze moved to me. "If this is your idea of a date then it's fucking ridiculous even for you, Lorenzo." I laughed, pulling Delilah close, "She wanted to see where I worked." Niko turned to her, "And how's that working out for you, Princess?" his tone was relaxed, he wasn't the one to dwell on our private relationships, and since Delilah was no more the daughter of the enemy, it was fine for him. Delilah glanced at me, her hazel eyes questioning as I nodded at her. She let out a relieved breath, her body relaxing, "So far, so good." A hint of a smile appeared on Niko's face before he turned to me, "Make sure to give your girlfriend the full Costello warehouse experience." I glanced at her, "Oh, I intend to..."She smiled, "I look forward to it." Niko laughed, shaking his head, "I'm gonna head home, take care of the rest." Niko
♕—Delilah Lorenzo and I sat at the edge of the yacht watching the sunrise with only white sheets wrapped around our bodies. I was sitting between his parted legs, my back to his chest. He had ordered a Charcuterie board, and we talked as he fed me a strawberry, I bit into it and then he propped the rest into his mouth. His other arm draped over my chest. I smiled, turning my head slightly towards him, "I think we should go home now to our daughter..." "Yeah," he nodded, "I miss my little angel too..." I watched the calming scenery before me, they had turned off the engine of the yacht while it float in the middle of nowhere, and the staff and crew knew better than to interrupt us, the perks of having a baby daddy that people are afraid of. "We should do this again as a family, you, me, and Aurora..." He kissed the side of my head, "Whenever you want...""Would you come with me to Onteros? To meet my mama and my brother. I really want them to meet you, to know you. I want them t
DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. ♕—Delilah Somehow, I’d forgotten how big he was... I let my tongue linger across my lips before wrapping my hand around him from the base and tracing my fingers up. His abs quivered beneath my touch and I glanced up at him, my eyes smoldering with desire, and he responded with an intense gaze. My lips parted seductively as I leaned forward, succumbing to my desire as I softly pressed a kiss onto the tip of his cock. Staring up at him full of longing, my lashes splayed out like a mysterious, dark veil.He moaned in pleasure as I let my tongue slide down to his balls, causing him to tense his muscles in anticipation. He fisted my hair tightly and pressed his lips against the side of my head, his throaty whispers rumbling hotly in my ear, "Do not force me to take control, princess, because if I did, I'd fuck up that little mouth of yours..." I let out a low, sultry chuckl
♕—Delilah I inhaled sharply as Lorenzo's hand slid down my bare arm leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. My back was glued to his front, even the air could barely pass through from between us. His face nuzzled into my hair as he breathed me in. "Do you know what you smell like?" he asked huskily in my ear.I bit my bottom lip before asking, "What?" "You smell like home, comfort, and need..." I swallowed, letting out a sigh and then I felt his wine glass trailing down my other arm. Although it wasn't cold but still I shivered at the touch. My glass almost fell from my hand but I gripped it at the very last moment, clutching its neck in a death grip. Then I felt his teeth sinking into my neck as he harshly bit the skin between his teeth, pulling at it, nipping at it. I whimpered, my knees growing weak with each passing second. "Turn around..." he ordered and I did, facing him, looking up at him with eyes heavy-lidded eyes. I was gone already, I could feel the warmth and wet
♕—Delilah "If I didn't have arms," I giggled, nudging him with my shoulder, "could you still love me?" I have been teasing him with these silly questions for the last hour and he's been trying so hard to not let his frustration show, though I could tell by his forced smile that he was reaching his limits."Why wouldn't you have arms, Delilah?" he asked, keeping a smile on his face as we walked side by side, "I'd never let anything bad happen to your arms." I shrugged, "Well, I guess that's good to know. But what if something totally crazy happened and I woke up without any arms one day?" He chuckled, "That's completely crazy, but if it did happen, I'd still love you just the same." I nudged him, "Right, okay, but hypothetically speaking, if I suddenly had to go armless, would you still feel the same way?" He stopped walking and faced me, "Of course, I would. I'd still love you no matter what. Arms or no arms, you'll always be my one and only."I beamed at him before trying to thi
♕—Delilah "Oh my god, I'm so sorry—" the words got stuck in my throat as I looked at the man's face. The beautiful scarred face... Oh my god... Did he set this all up? I blinked, not saying another word as I looked up at him and he looked down at me. My gaze dropped to the unfortunate stain on his immaculate white shirt. "You ruined my shirt!" he snapped, and my eyes snapped back to his face. An involuntary smile crept up my lips no matter how hard I tried to suppress it. Oh my god, what do I do next? Lorenzo was fully into his character, it was so funny because I never thought I'd see him acting. He raised an eyebrow as if asking me to say something, so I did... shaking my head. "It was an accident!" I said to him, "And you just wasted my coffee. I have had such a bad night, my head hurts, I'm late to work and now I don't even have coffee!" "You burned my chest?" he snapped. My gaze darted between his chest and eyes, did I really burn his chest? The coffee was really hot, I