•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ There were only two things in this world that I was afraid of me. The first was any threat to my family’s safety. The second was addiction. And that’s why I’d been avoiding the goddamn temptation sitting right back at home. I knew that if I touched her once, I’d be fucked. I had far bigger concerns than Evangeline Bolton, but she was all I could think about. I couldn't shake the image of her, naked and sprawled before me, those "fuck me" eyes fixed on me with a hunger that mirrored my own. Her skin was flawless, not a single blemish marring that perfect surface—she looked unreal, like something out of a twisted fantasy. What tormented me the most was the taste of her. Now that I knew what she tasted like, I was fucked. I wasn't sure how I'd get rid of this addiction. The cruelest thing about addiction is the way it twists your mind. You tell yourself, “This is my last drink.” “This is the last time I’ll fucking taste her.” But deep down, you know that’s
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ I knocked on his study door and waited, it was still early, so, I know Scott won't be there. Nikolai was usually alone in the mornings. Perfectly Scott-free. A gruff come-in made its way to my ears and I flung the door open. I stilled as I saw him talking on the phone with someone. He seemed tense, he always had a dark aura surrounding him but today it seemed darker. I made my way around his desk and he rolled his chair back, slightly turning towards me. I leaned my butt against the edge of his desk and watched him as he finished up his phone call. "I have made it clear many times before, Moretti" Moretti... Ugh, even the way he says people's name is beautiful. I stared at his strong hands, they were so clean, veins protruded out of them, and the nails were perfectly trimmed. Even his hands are perfect. The same perfect hands that were between my legs yesterday night gave me the most amazing feeling in the world. I don't know where I got the courage f
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ I made my way downstairs and went straight to the kitchen. It was empty as Nikolai has fired the entire household staff even the cleaners. That is why it was incredibly silent today. I reached for a glass from the kitchen cabinet and filled it with water. I drank the whole glass in one go and placed it on the countertop. Thinking about if I should do what I was thinking of doing. I thought I was past my reluctance when talking about my desires but apparently, I'm not. I heaved a sigh and went upstairs again, eyeing Nikolai's bedroom door I headed towards mine. Not knowing what to do, I glanced at the nail polishes on my dresser. I sat on my bed and chose a bright red color, it made me feel bold and confident like I could just burst through his bedroom door and please him the way he did to me. I carefully put the red nail polish on my nails, the color resembled blood like the blood that gushed out of that man's body. I fanned my hands out while my nails drie
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ I hadn't even made it out of his bedroom when a hand clasped around my neck from behind and Nikolai pulled me into his rock-hard chest. My back was glued to his front, he turned my head to the side and nuzzled his face into it, breathing in. He made a sound of approval, of satisfaction. "Don't play smart with me, Angel." Then I felt his tongue slowly trailing up to my ear, my eyes closed involuntarily and my head lolled back, giving him more access. He pulled the skin between his teeth, nipping harshly. While his one hand kept me in place I felt the other one cupping my breasts. I moaned carelessly, I knew no one was in the house anyway, except for Scott but I don't care about him. Both of his hands left me and went behind my back where he slowly unzipped my dress. With a single tug, it fell to the ground and pooled around my feet. He then slowly unclasped my bra and it also followed the dress on the ground. I didn't want it to be one-sided again, while t
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ The door to my bedroom flung open and Bianca wandered inside with a huge creepy grin. I placed a hand over my chest, my mouth agape at the sudden intrusion into my room. "Hey, girl!" she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. "What's up, bitch?" I hugged her back because I had missed her. "You scared me!" She snorted and jumped on my bed. "I'm surprised that after living with Nikolai Costello for almost two months you still get scared of little things" I smiled and shook my head. "What brings you here?" I asked as I hopped on the bed beside her. "Um, my birthday!" I gasped. "Happy Birthday, B!" "Thanks, me and my girls are going out clubbing and I thought since you're one of my girls too I should invite you." I heaved a disappointed sigh. "I would love to, I have never been to a nightclub before." "Okay, then let's get you dressed up" "But I can't..." She frowned. "What the fuck? Why?" "Nikolai won't let me. He still doesn't trust me e
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ The only girl he ever dated? I swallowed and looked her up and down. Like the rest of Bianca's friends, she was gorgeous. Platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, full lips, sharp features, and legs for days. Is that the type of girl Nikolai usually fall in love with? I was not as tall as her, I was a brunette with dark eyes. He did call me hot the other day but he made it clear to me before we did this that I shouldn't expect anything from him and this relationship, it was purely physical, more like he was introducing me to the world of sex, helping me become a woman only because I had asked him to. Now that I think about it. If I hadn't asked him to touch me, would he have done it? I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to suppress all these unwanted thoughts. I wanted to enjoy the night with Bianca, it was my first time at a nightclub and here I was thinking about Nikolai Costello. "So, what are you to him?" she pressed, trying to get information out of me about my
•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ The sound of the clock ticking was the only sound that could be heard in the room. My focus was on the tumbler half-filled with whiskey, I twirled it around and the ice clinked against the glass. A full-bodied cigar burned between my fingers. "I have been told that there's a girl living in your house for months." I faced my father, he looked displeased. Anger radiated off his body, he rolled his shoulders to get rid of some of the tension. "Two and a half months to be precise" I answered smoothly. "Why?" he asked, I could pick up the annoyance in his voice. "She's an orphan..." "You tellin' me that you did that to be charitable?" I rolled the cigar between my fingers and took a drag. "Precisely" He chuckled, shaking his head, and muttered something under his breath. "There's that fundraising event coming up, be charitable there, not in your fucking home, son" A sardonic breath escaped me. "I don't take orders from you anymore, pops" "Get rid of her
•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ I was glued to one place for days with tears pouring down my cheeks. I didn't cry for this long even when my parents died. I was rattled, confused, and hurt. I couldn't believe that it had happened. For some reason my mind was trying to make me believe that it was all a bad dream, Nikolai didn't treat me that way, and Nikolai didn't say those words to me but the cuts underneath my feet were telling me a different story. A white bandage covered both of my feet. Last night, I somehow made it into the bathroom where I had to pull the shards out of my feet, and then I sloppily bandage them. The cuts weren't too big but they were deep enough to bleed like hell and they hurt so bad. Every time I thought about the night before, goosebumps covered my entire body. That was not the Nikolai I knew, it was the monster that I saw when he locked me in that room. It was the monster that had killed that man outside this house. It was the monster that lives in the back of h
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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