♕—Delilah The second I saw my mother, I desperately wanted to run into her arms and hold her tight, but I kept my composure, refusing to let my emotions show in public. I held my head high and commanded my feet to keep walking down the main hall, Lorenzo's presence behind us a reminder that I needed to stay strong. His footsteps were the only thing that enabled me to move forward.The entire nation was in mourning, with sombre faces instead of joyful expressions. The melodic tolling of the bells was deeply sorrowful, echoing the same sound I heard when my grandfather passed away.Alexander accompanied us, not permitting me to converse with my mother unaccompanied, even for a moment. I had joined my mother and sibling at the head of the stretched-out one-hour parade to Kingsborough, where the memorial service for Papa would take place.The service ended but the coffin stayed there for a few hours so that people could pay their respects. The clock tower struck, and the whole country ha
♕—Delilah The ten days of mourning the King were over.For as long as we stayed at my brother's palace, Lorenzo made sure that Alexander slept in a separate bedroom... always. Mama had gotten better after everything settled she told me that she wasn't crying because of papa, she was crying more because of Anthony. He was young, vulnerable and now he was thrown into this world and that too, the deal he made with Nikolai Costello could end in the same way the deal with papa did. Papa backed out of his deal which resulted in my being kidnapped, mama imprisoned in her own home, my marriage to Alexander, and ultimately papa being assassinated in front of the world. She doesn't want the same for Anthony... I hugged mama goodbye and curtsied in front of Anthony, he wanted to hug me, I could see it in his eyes but it wasn't a reasonable thing to do for a reigning monarch. We left the palace at night and boarded the royal jet to fly back home. I kept stealing glances at Lorenzo but he acte
♕—Delilah A sick noise escaped my throat. My eyes were dull. My hands went to my mouth as I dry-heaved; I choked, shut my eyes, and ran to the bathroom, pushing everyone out of my way. I bent over the toilet seat and a thick rush of fluid filled my mouth, and spilled out, as I wretched in the toilet bowl. An acidic taste filling up my mouth making me gag a bit more. I flushed the toilet and moved to the sink; unsteady on my feet to brush my teeth once more. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, my legs were trembling as I reached for the toothbrush, putting toothpaste over it and brushing my teeth and tongue to rid of the disgusted taste from my mouth. Once I was done, I turned and went out of the bathroom, making my way back to the girls who were doing my hair and make-up. "What?" I asked as they all looked at me oddly. "Are you sick, Your Royal Highness?" I ran a tired hand down my face and blew out a breath, minty and fresh, "I guess so..." "Morning sickness?" another asked. "You'
♕—Delilah I lay in bed alone, it was early hours in the morning. A smile etched on my face as I caressed my stomach. I wasn't showing, my stomach was as flat as the day I got married but I knew he or she was in there. It probably looks more like its dad, with dark eyes, and darkest hair, oh, I would give anything to see my beautiful black-haired baby right now. I glanced down at my stomach, "You're going to be the most protected baby in the world, you know that. Your dad would kill anyone who'd even look at you the wrong way. He is going to love you. He is going to love you so much and you and I are so lucky to have daddy in our life. He is our strength, baby..." Heaving a blissful sigh, I got up and took the medicine the doctor had prescribed me for morning sickness. I still couldn't believe I was pregnant, I was going to be a mother and that child belongs to the man I loved. It was made with love and passion, not fear and tears. "I love you, I love you so much, baby..." I whispe
♕—Delilah I released a sudden sigh and tried opening my mouth to speak. But no words flowed out. I gulped. Then with a little more strength, I tried to speak, "Nothing..." but it came out hoarse, barely audible. He had only taken off his clothes, he was wearing white briefs as he made his way to me and touched the bracelet on my wrist. "Who gave it to you?" I released the breath I was holding in when I realized what he was talking about, it was a bracelet a sick child has given me that he made himself today. I wore it, it had my name on it. It was made from colorful painted stones. It was a far cry from the expensive royal jewelry I had worn but I couldn't find it in myself to take it off. It was made with love. "A child made it for me—"He cut me off, sternly "Take it off, it looks cheap!" Swallowing, I slowly took it off, fisting it in my hand along with the empty packet. "Throw it into the bin." I walked to the bin and threw the bracelet in it along with the packet. I made m
♕—Delilah The physician had come for a monthly check-up and it was a quite thorough one. I had wanted to keep the news about my pregnancy under wraps but I couldn't have been more wrong to think that I could outsmart a doctor. The staff had already informed the doctor about my morning sickness and frequent vomiting, and even though they had not said it out loud, they had hinted to the doctor that I was pregnant. And here I was sitting before him with a positive pregnancy test, finally able to confirm the news."Congratulations, Your Grace," the doctor said in a stern tone as if he wasn't really ecstatic about this news. Maybe, they didn't want Alexander to reproduce. I understand. But this wasn't his child. He asked tentatively, intertwining his hands before himself, "Would you like me to inform the King?"I firmly shook my head, "No, it's alright. I believe it's best if I am the one to relay the information." He bowed his head in resignation, "If that is Your Majesty's wish."Tr
♕—Delilah He shot me a questioning glance, and I nervously smiled, "I'm pregnant..."An eerie hush filled the dining hall for a few minutes until his cousin eventually broke the silence, "We're so pleased for you both, congratulations!"Immediatelyy after, they all joined in and wished us and the baby well. I felt a knot in my stomach tightening with each and every one of the kind words they said, but still managed to give them a faint smile in response.I turned to Alexander, my voice tight with tension, "You're not happy, are you?" He gave me a hard stare before reaching across the table to grasp my hand in his, "Yes, I'm very happy. This is a true blessing. It's incredible." His friend, sensing the taut atmosphere, added softly, "It really is a miracle."He grasped my hand tightly and I nervously shot him a smile. The servers then brought out the last course. Everyone ate in what felt like an uncomfortable silence, and things ended up going better than I had anticipated. I was s
♕—Delilah He leaned closer to my lips and smiled the most malicious smile I had ever seen and he whispered, "Yes..." before he rammed his knees into my stomach hard.A cry of distress escaped my lips, my eyes widened in fear. The only thing that gave me the power to defend myself was the fear in my heart for my child. I pushed back with all my might, causing him to retreat. He shot me a menacing look and tried to grab me again, so I seized a crystal tumbler off the table, and with a fierce blow, I smashed it against his face.He groaned in anguish as the glass pierced his skin. He cupped his face with his hands and bent forward. I scanned my surroundings for anything I could use to defend myself; quickly, I snatched the whiskey bottle by its neck and smashed it against one side, brandishing the broken bottle toward Alexander.My eyes brimmed with fear and worry. I gently placed a hand over my stomach again, fervently hoping and praying for the safety of my unborn child.Alexander fin
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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