•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ "You needed my help with shopping?!" Bianca's mouth dropped to the floor as she gawked at me. I gave her a hard look, "Why are you acting like shopping is the most illegal thing I have ever done?!" She looked a little uneasy, "It feels illegal..." "I'm trying to pursue my wife, Bianca and you happen to be the only person who really knows her, who knows what she likes or dislikes." A sudden realization that I don't even know her that well crossed my mind. She was always the one to ask me questions about myself but I never made an effort to know her in return. I looked around at the line of outlets with sparkly fucking gowns, heels, and shit. "You don't even know her likes and dislikes?" her disapproving tone pissed me off. I shot her a hard glare that shut her up, "If you want to live to see another fucking day, you will shut the fuck up and help me find the perfect fucking dress for her for the annual fucking charity ball." "Okay... geez! Calm down."
•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ "Is that Chase Nickelson?" she asked, with stars illuminating her eyes. I followed her gaze and saw the up-and-coming actor Chase Nickelson socializing with the people. The only reason he was here is that he owe me his career and his life. I'm the one who made him a star. Just pulled some strings and made his life, "Yeah..." She gasped, "I love him..." I turned to her, "What?" "God! He is perfect!" she squealed like a little girl. I lifted a shoulder, "He's alright..." "I love his movies..." "Evangeline, do you want him to die?" A frown appeared on her forehead and she looked up at me. "What?" "If you kept on praising him like that, I might get jealous, and trust me, you don't want to see me get jealous," I told her bluntly. She squinted her eyes at me before a devilish smile pulled on her lips. "And why would you be jealous?" "Because you are mine..." Her smile wavered and she nodded, "Right..." she mumbled under her breath with a disappointing
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ "You betrayed me... again" His eyes had darkened, and a vicious expression contorted his face into a completely different person. Nikolai wasn't there anymore, it was the monster. The monster; who was ready to shed the blood of anyone who stood in his way. And right now I was his prime target. A splatter of blood sprayed over my face as a man was shot within a foot of me. His face was indistinguishable due to the gleaming red blood splattered across it. His body hit the ground before my eyes. The glass windows shattered all around us, I placed both of my hands over my ears, ducking down. Bullets were splattering off the ground all around me. People were screaming, running around, hiding under the tables. It was chaos. I looked back to the spot Nikolai was standing a second ago, no one was there. He had left, Scott had left. I looked towards the door and saw Nikolai's soldiers, taking covers; their guns loaded up. Then it was a literal bloodbath. My
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ I took a long breath as a tear slid down my cheek dropping to the ground. The barrel of the gun dug into my forehead harshly. His knee between my chest was making it difficult to breathe. My hair was all wet, and the back of my head was bleeding profusely, I took a deep breath but it hurt my ribcage. I exhaled, and inhaled again, realizing I was scared. My head swam; I tried to return to reality. My stomach tightened, but I can't just give up, not like this. I gasped, my throat burned in agony, blood licking out from my mouth. He had banged my head against the floor so many times that it was getting difficult to comprehend what was going on around me. I still tried to fight back, my hand raised sluggishly, slick with blood as I tried to grab him. He slapped my hand away, laughing at my pain. "I don't want to kill you, Evangeline. I did care about you for a short amount of time in between. But you need to understand that it was not your place, I was ten, t
•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ "Evangeline..." Scott lightly tapped her face. "Come on, sweet cheeks, you're stronger than that," his voice was desperate, pleading. My feet were glued to the ground, my mind had stopped working. My body was in complete paralysis, and my brain stuttered. I was struggling to breathe. I just fucking saw the woman I love getting shot... twice and I did nothing to stop it. My mind had completely shut down when the first bullet left the barrel and connected her skin. I lost her. I lost her. I lost her. I lost my wife. I didn't want her to die, no, I don't want her to die. I have no fucking idea what I will do without her. I saw him shooting her, not once but twice and I just stood there. My hands shook as I looked down at the gun in my hand, my fingers loosened around it and it dropped to the floor with a thud. I was trembling, shaking. I have never felt this way before. I have never felt this unbearable, agonizing pain in my chest before. My lungs felt lik
•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ Today marks exactly two months since I had last seen her beautiful light brown eyes. She was here but not really here. She was alive, her heart still beats, she breathes in and out, and her wounds have healed considerably. She doesn't move, she doesn't react to my touch. She just lays on the bed, ghastly pale. She lies comatose on the bed, due to blunt force trauma to the head and excessive blood loss. The bastard had cracked her head open in three places. They had to shave her head off for the stitches. If she had been conscious, I know she would have never allowed the doctors to do anything to her hair, she loves it too much to just shave it off. I'm pretty sure she is going to have a complete meltdown when she wakes up... If she wakes up. But her hair had grown back, they weren't too long—but the short hair looked incredibly cute on her. I wish I could tell her that. For the first month, the doctors kept her in the Intensive Care Unit but then I brought her
•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ "I have a really busy day ahead," I said to her, making the precise knot of my tie. I glanced at her every second through the mirror, I tugged at my sleeves to straighten them out. "I'll come home late..." I put on my watch and my suit jacket before I made my way to her, placing a kiss on her forehead, "Don't wait up for me." She blinked at me and I smiled down at her. I turned to walk out of the room but I froze in utter shock as the realization suddenly struck me, unable to move a muscle to take even a single step out of the room. Did she just blink at me?! My hand stilled over the doorknob, it took a few moments for it to sink in, her eyes were open and she just fucking blinked at me. My eyebrows went up to the fucking sky and I turned running back towards the bed to her side. I swallowed as I saw her eyes wide open, she wasn't staring at me or focusing on anything, her eyes moved around before settling on the ceiling, and she blinked multiple times. The
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ Nikolai has been walking on eggshells around me, it was surprising because I have never seen him act like that before. He hadn't brought up what happened the day I was shot, whenever I asked about it, he turns the conversation toward my health, and whenever I try to talk about divorce; he completely bails on me, and he runs from the scene. I sighed and looked around the bedroom, being cramped up in here was messing with my sanity. I slowly scooted to the edge of the bed and placed my foot down on the ground. With the help of the nightstand, I stood up and slowly and steadily walked to the bathroom. I had started taking a shower by myself and doing little activities by my own self. My limbs were slowly getting their strength back but eating was another story. Nikolai forced fed me most of the time, he had hired a nutritionist to prepare a special diet for me, and a physiotherapist, so, my body can get its power back and exercises that improve the blood flow
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•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ "Please, please, have mercy..." he groaned out, he could barely breathe but I didn't care as I jabbed another needle into his neck. I frowned, mockingly. "How can I? You don't fucking deserve it!" saying that, I slammed a plier onto his nose, probably breaking it. He let out gibberish as blood trailed down his nose, filling his mouth, and making him gag on it. I was in the tunnels under our mansion, torturing our captives—the ones who deserves it anyway. My hair was in a messy bun and I was wearing a light pink summer dress which was now covered in blood, filthy blood. My husband has gone out of the country leaving me alone with these imbeciles and Lorenzo. I went into the corner to get the toolkit when Lorenzo appeared beside me in a flash, "Let me get this for you." I smiled as we walked back to the man I was torturing. Phew! Even walking is a chore for me nowadays. Lorenzo opened the kit and before me; laid beautiful, the shiniest, and the sharpe
•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ "I wish you were here, Mama," I whispered as I rolled her diamond ring between my fingers, the same ring I bought for her from Sicily. She would have loved Evangeline. "Ready, Niko?" Scott's voice resounded in the room. I turned and saw Scott and Bianca, she grinned widely at me and ran up to me. She stepped closer to me and pinned a white rose boutonnière to the lapel of my tuxedo. She stepped back and smiled with satisfaction. "Now you look perfect! I'm gonna go check on the bride," saying that, she trotted out of the room leaving me alone with Scott. "What is it, Shitface?" "Nervous?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I furrowed my eyebrows as I realized I wasn't fucking nervous at all. When I was about to get fake-married to Grace, I was going fucking crazy and the thought that Evangeline would be sitting with the guest made me lose my shit but today... I was about to get married to my wife and I felt content, relaxed, and calm. I clicked my tongue, "Not e
•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ “THREE MONTHS BEFORE THE BOLTON'S FAMILY MASSACRE” "Mama?!" I went into my parents' home, looking for my mother, "Mama?!" "Niko!" her voice filled my ears and my attention snapped in its direction of it. She stepped out of the kitchen immediately, her face contorting with glee as she saw me, and a wide smile appeared. A maid helped her take the apron off and she came running toward me. My mother, my beautiful mama. She pulled me in a hug, wrapping her arms around me. I rested my chin above her head and smiled, hugging her back. "Oh, I was so scared. I prayed day and night for you to come home safely. I hate this, Niko, first your father and now you. Every time you and your father stay away from home for more than a week, I die a little from the inside, Durak!" "I came to you the second the plane landed," I told her. She pulled back and held my hand, taking me to a couch, "Okay, what did you bring for your mama from Sicily?" She watched me with hopeful b
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ I waited for a few moments and then moved closer to the window to see where he had gone. I noticed the flickering light of a drugstore as Nikolai stepped out of it. I frowned, he left me all hot and bothered to get medicine or some shit? Maybe, he was getting condoms or birth control pills. I was still in my thoughts when the door swung open and Nikolai grabbed me like a savage and hovered over me, shutting the door behind him and locking the car. In a second, his hand was on my neck, choking me, pushing me down into the seat. "Shit, you're so fucking hot and it makes me fucking furious that I can't fucking resist you." My hands went to his arm—the one holding me in place. "Furious enough to fuck me like you fucking hate me?" I managed to ask, remembering what he once said to me. A dark look flashed across his face, his eyes turned a shade darker, oh, he was furious alright. "Furious enough to fuck you like I'd fuck a lowlife whore who doesn't even deserv
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ "B, I don't know why I am so damn nervous when I am already freakin' married!" I tugged at the wedding dress I was wearing, "Don't you think it's too tight?" "Maybe because now you are getting married to the man you love..." she said as a matter of factly, standing behind me as the woman adjusted the dress. I rolled my eyes, "He was always the man I loved..." I lightly touched the saleswoman's shoulder, "I don't think it's the right dress for me..." She gave me a polite smile, "I'll bring out a few more dresses, Mrs. Costello." Bianca blew out a raspberry, "Nope, he was the man you admired, you had a teen girl crush on him. My cousin, Niko is a handsome man, I have seen how girls throw themselves at him; you were just one of them that's why you jumped into marriage with him without even understanding what it was. You first married him because you wanted him but now it's different. Now you are marrying him because you love him, you need him because h
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ A huge cake was brought out, and Nikolai handed me a knife as I cut into it. His hand was glued to my back the whole night, he didn't let me out of his sight not even for a moment. I met with Alessandro after ages, I had met him once before in Sicily when Nikolai took me to the woods to shoot Grace. I stand corrected in my statement that Alessandro is still my favorite Costello of all—second to Bianca of course. "Happy Birthday, Mrs. Costello." I turned and saw Lorenzo with a gift in his hands. I pulled myself out of Nikolai's grip and jumped into his arms, "Thank you, Lorenzo!" "Here's your gift," he pushed it into me; he didn't hug me back as usual. "Thank you..." I took it and as I was about to hand it to a maid to put it with the mountain of gifts I had received tonight, Lorenzo stopped me. "Open it." I smiled, shaking my head, I pulled at the ribbon. I took off the lid of the box and saw red lipstick, "A lipstick?" "It's not just lipstick, it'
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ "Is Nikolai going to be there?" I asked Bianca as I ran my hand through my wet hair, blow-drying them. Today was my twenty-first birthday. Bianca being a party animal as always decided to throw another party for me. Sometimes I think she just needs a reason for partying, nothing else. I really didn't want another party after what went down last time. Also, Nikolai still hadn't wished me. Ugh! I don't know why I keep wanting him and pushing him away at the same time, my indecisiveness was getting on my own nerves. I really don't know what I wanted. One second I want him and the next second I remember what I went through because of him and that scenario ends up with me in a comatose. Bianca was laying on my bed, over her stomach applying nail polish over her fingernails as she blew on them, "I don't know..." I raised an eyebrow, her tone seemed way too carefree to talk about Nikolai, "What do you mean, you don't know? Aren't we going to his nightclub?" Sh
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ "I know things hadn't been the same between us since I came back but I promise you, no more bullshit..." I said, looking at her with hopeful eyes. "I really missed you, E, and you came back as a completely different person, I couldn't even recognize you." I grabbed her hand. "Hey, no, come on, it's still me, B, I'm right here." "Then you went into a coma and I felt so guilty and I cried because I thought I'd never be able to talk to you again and I wished I could just turn back the clock and hug you one more time—" I cut her rambling off and placed an arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer. I rested my head against hers and sighed. We were sitting on our living room couch. Nikolai had been sending Bianca back every time she came to meet me but luckily it was me who found her today because Nikolai wasn't at home. A maid told me he never came home last night. After an hour or so, Bianca left. We had lunch together and hung out, she had gossip about almo