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Lilianna»»»◈«««I awoke to find him embracing me from behind, his arm wrapped securely around my waist as if I were his own.As I shifted in his arms, a small part of me couldn't deny the warmth and comfort of his embrace. But let's not get carried away, I reminded myself. This was just a temporary arrangement, a fleeting moment in time. With a playful roll of my eyes, I extricated myself from his grasp.I let out a sleepy yawn and stretched my limbs, feeling the tension release from my muscles. Walking over to the mirror, I smoothed down my hair and stole a glance back at him. Even in sleep, he looked adorable. Then again, with those looks, he could probably make anything look cute.I reached for his crisp white shirt and slipped it over my naked body, fastening the buttons one by one. Bringing the collar to my nose, I inhaled deeply, savoring the lingering scent of his cologne. Good Lord, I couldn't get enough of it.Strolling through his penthouse, I couldn't resist the urge to sno
Lilianna»»»◈«««I leaned back, desperately seeking something to hold onto, but my hands found only the soft curves of my own breasts.I never thought our final day together would be like this, with me straddling his face, grinding against his mouth as if it were a sanctuaryHe forced me to sit on his face. He kept on begging and pleading until he resorted to forcing me when I kept saying no, afraid I might suffocate him. Apparently, he wanted to be suffocated between my thighs.He said, 'If I go out that way, it’d be the best damn way to die.'He lay on his back, only in his boxers, and instructed me to straddle his face with my ass first. Suddenly, those bi-weekly vagacials seemed completely worthwhile."Good God," I groaned as he devoured me with his tongue. I moaned, my mind racing with the realization of how incomplete my life had been without this. And how incomplete it will be from now on. Then he gripped the back of my neck, pushing me down until my face was at eye level with
Marco»»»◈«««PRESENT DAY »»◈«««»»»◈««NEW YORK CITY, USA »»»◈«««»»»«««»»»◈«««"We need this alliance, and Sterling's practically dictating that we accept his daughter. He's fixated on a Costello with power, not just any of us," Niko disclosed, his hand sliding across the nape of his neck. "Then you marry her," Scott chuckled.Evangeline shot him a seething glare, and I suppressed my laughter to avoid further aggravating her. It was our favourite pass time anyway, annoying Evangeline till she burst with anger. Niko brushed her cheek tenderly. "What do you think, Angel? Can I handle being a groom for like the fourth fucking time?"She swatted his hand away, her voice dripping with menace. "Over your dead body."Scott's grin widened as he leaned back in his chair. "Sounds like a challenge," he retorted, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. With a swift motion, he slid his gun across the table, stopping it in front of Evangeline. "Do the honors, sweet cheeks." Evangeline's eyes n
Marco»»»◈«««I drove the knife into his hand, relishing the sickening squelch as it pierced flesh. His screams were feeble, pathetic. Prolonged torture does that to a man. For once, I found myself favoring knives over guns, appreciating their capacity to deliver relentless agony and suffering.As the blood pooled around his trembling hand, a smirk tugged at my lips. It was a satisfying sight. For fifteen days, I subjected Georgio Bruno to relentless torment, making sure that every moment was a living hell for him. He would fucking regret the day he ever crossed paths with us, I made damn sure of it.Day after day, I relentlessly tore into him, exploiting every shred of weakness, every hint of vulnerability, every phobia. Georgio and his two bastard brothers walked into New York, thinking they could throw their weight around and scare us shitless with their leverage.The thing is, their leverage was solid. It had the power to tear the Costello name to shreds, to drag us through the
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains graphic violence, torture, and mutilation, including scenes of physical and psychological trauma. Reader discretion is advised. If you prefer to avoid these intense themes, it is recommended to skip the second half of the chapter.Marco»»»◈«««I felt a sense of contentment as Amy came out of her house, her smile shining brightly. It had become a familiar sight that I looked forward to each day. Without it, something seemed missing. Her presence always had a way of easing the weight on my shoulders, even if just for a moment. As she approached me, I couldn't help but feel a slight shift in my demeanor, a softening of the edges that usually defined me.She entered the passenger side, her presence brought a sense of comfort, like slipping into a familiar routine. When she leaned in for a kiss, I met her halfway, reciprocating with tenderness and kindness, even though my feelings for her were more rooted in friendship and companionship rather than r
Marco»»»◈«««I let out a thick puff of smoke as I watched one of the Bruno soldiers running with his tail between his legs.A few moments ago, I forced his boss's cock into his mouth as he sat there and cried like a little bitch. And now he was on his way with a chopped-up cock of Santino to get the message to his brother.He'll make sure Emilio Bruno gets the damn message, loud and clear. With Piero Bruno out, it's on Emilio's ass to keep Santino and Georgio from biting the dust. If he doesn't wise up, they're as good as dead, and their blood will be on his hands.My clothes were stained with blood as I savored the flavor of the cigar lingering on my tongue.Scott walked out of the warehouse and engaged in a phone conversation. "Hey, sweetheart, I'm on my way home. Slip into that sexy black lingerie for me, alright? I'll get down on my knees and beg if that's what it takes. Please, baby, don't keep me waiting!"I let out a laugh and that made Scott glance at me. I watched as he tried
Marco»»»◈«««Amy was like a whirlwind of energy, so full of life. We spent the whole week doing things her way—playing her favorite games, getting into all those couple activities she was into.And I'll be damned if I've ever been so pampered in my life! Massages and mimosas were flowing like there was no tomorrow since we set foot on this island. It's been one hell of a ride.I adjusted my tuxedo, smoothing out any wrinkles, and gave myself a quick once-over in the mirror. Niko entered the room, his expression betraying a hint of tension as he offered me a tight-lipped smile.He approached me, his footsteps echoing softly on the floor, and placed a firm hand on my shoulder. "I know this isn't what you wanted, Marco," Niko began, "And I see how you've been putting on a brave face, all for the sake of the family. But let me tell you, you're a better man than I am."His admission caught me off guard, and I met his gaze with surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked.Niko's expression soften
Marco»»»◈«««"Good morning," a soft, feminine voice whispered, gently pulling me from sleep.I blinked awake to find Amy leaning over me, a sly smile playing on her lips. Her hair, still wet, fell in waves around her face, and the towel draped around her body. She leaned closer, her scent enveloped me, a mix of floral notes and something distinctly hers. Her fingers trailed lightly across my chest. "Good morning," I whispered, my voice heavy from sleep, as I raised my hand to caress her cheek. She leaned into my touch, her eyes closing briefly, and a contented sigh escaping her lips. Tonight was our reception. After that, we are supposed to head straight for our honeymoon, just the two of us. I've got no clue what the hell we're supposed to do there. And how the hell am I supposed to manage being out of work, stuck on some fancy yachts, hopping around different countries like a damn tourist? Amy will probably have to take the reins. Guess I'll just have to play the supportive hus
Marco »»»◈««« My life had taken a wild turn, and I was loving every damn second of it. Ever since Lilianna got pregnant, her sex drive went through the roof. I was on-call two times a day, making sure my dick was ready whenever she needed it. Despite her long hours on set, she always had time for me, and I wasn’t complaining. She had this thing for spicy food now. She’d eat it, then cry because it burned, and I'd laugh my ass off while comforting her. Nights were the best. Sliding under the covers, I’d press my hand against her swollen belly, feeling our daughter move. Elena Rose Costello. I chose the name and had the nursery decked out with everything she’d need. I knew it was a girl; I could feel it in my bones. Lilianna would tease, “What if it’s a boy? Are you going to dress him up in all that pink?” I didn’t care. I knew it was my little girl. I was damn certain. Just like I was damn certain I was blessed. Just like I was damn certain I was in love. Just like I was dam
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Lilianna »»»◈««« I stepped out of the limousine, the blinding flashes of cameras immediately assaulting my senses. The red carpet stretched out before me like a river of fire, leading to the grand entrance of the theater. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of excitement and nerves, as I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. This was it. My first movie premiere. I smoothed the skirt of my gown, a shimmering emerald green that Marco had picked out for me. It hugged my curves perfectly, making me feel like a Hollywood starlet from a bygone era. As I walked, the fabric flowed around my legs, giving me a sense of grace and confidence. “Lilianna! Over here!” “Lilianna, who are you wearing tonight?” “Lilianna, how does it feel to be here?” The voices of the reporters and photographers blended into a cacophony of noise, but I forced myself to smile and wave, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. Marco was just a few steps behind me, his strong hand resting gently on m
Lilianna »»»◈««« I held Marcello tightly in my arms as we stepped out of the car, my heart pounding. I glanced nervously at Marco, uncertain how everyone would react to meeting Marcello. Samuele, Gabriele, Amalia, and Rio stood waiting inside our grand estate. Marcello's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of the massive house. "Whose home is that?" he asked in Italian. I knew it would take time for him to learn English so he could talk with the other kids here. I was determined to teach him everything myself. Marco stepped up beside me, gently brushing his hand against his cheek, "It's ours," he said. "You live here?" Marcello's eyes were filled with disbelief. I nodded, trying to infuse my voice with as much softness as I could muster, "We do, and from now on, this will be your home too." The way Marcello stared at the estate broke my heart. The images of his previous life flashed through my mind. I vowed to erase those memories, to give him a fresh st
Marco »»»◈««« The limo came to a halt outside Cala del Leone, the final surprise I had planned for her. The secluded private beach lay just outside Florence, hidden away from the world. We stepped out into the cool night air, the sound of the waves crashing softly against the shore. A table was set up near the water’s edge, decorated with flickering candles and fresh flowers. The ocean stretching out endlessly under the moonlight. Lilianna turned to me, her eyes questioning. "What’s this?" I took her hand, guiding her to the table. "Our honeymoon," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I pulled out a chair for her, and she sat down, her gaze never leaving mine. We were greeted with a bottle of Dom Pérignon champagne, a private Michelin-starred chef preparing our dinner, and a live orchestra playing beautiful pieces just for us. As we settled in, I poured the champagne, the bubbles rising in the glass like tiny stars. The first course was served, and we began to eat.
Marco »»»◈««« I held her hand, her delicate fingers interlaced with mine, and on her face was a happiness I had never seen before. She seemed truly happy and at peace. And honestly, so was I. After such a long and excruciating time, I finally felt at peace, like I was finally back home after I had been missing for years. Even though I had just met Marcello, I felt an intense connection to that little man, a feeling stronger than anything I had ever experienced. The last time I felt this enchanted by someone was when I first met his mother. He had the same captivating charm, the kind that draws you in, just like his mother. I’m a father. Damn, I’m a father, and I have been for the past five years, almost six if you count Lilianna's pregnancy. And I never knew. All this time, even without knowing about him, it doesn't change the fact that I was a father. An adorable boy, carrying my father's legacy, my legacy... I couldn't wait to teach Marcello everything I knew, guide him, an
Lilianna »»»◈««« The sight of him hit me like a punch to the gut. His small frame, fragile and vulnerable, the wide eyes full of innocent fear that twisted my heart. Those same blue eyes, unforgettable and haunting, locked onto mine after a quick, seeking glance at Betty. Each heartbeat felt like an eternity as I watched him take tentative steps forward, clutching a stuffed giraffe as if it were his only shield against the world. His eyes, flickering between Betty, me, and Marco, scanned us up and down. Betty knelt before him, her grip firm on his small arms. "Francesco," she said gently, "this lady and her husband are our friends. They are here to take us away, to help us. Now go, greet them while I pack a bag, she told him and he nodded. As he walked closer to me, every instinct screamed at me to scoop him up, to hold him tight. Tears welled up, blurring my vision. I fought the urge and knelt down, forcing a smile. "Hello, Francesco..." For a moment, he hesitated. Then, with a
Lilianna »»»◈««« I knocked on yet another door, each impact sending sharp stings through my bruised knuckles. My fingers throbbed, raw from the relentless pounding, but I couldn't stop. Marco and I had vowed to scour every house in this neighborhood. The door creaked open, revealing a middle-aged woman with suspicious eyes. Her frown deepened as she took me in, "Cosa vuoi?" she demanded. ("What do you want?") I held up a photograph of Beatrice Berlusconi, my voice trembling with hope. "Hai visto questa donna? Sai dove abita?" I asked. ("Have you seen this woman? Do you know where she lives?") She squinted at the picture through her glasses, her gaze sharpening as she continued talking in Italian, "Oh, that's Betty..." Relief washed over me, a powerful tide that nearly knocked me off balance. Marco stepped forward, his presence grounding me as he placed a steadying hand on my back. "Can you tell us where she is?" His voice was calm, but the tension in his grip showed his impatien
Lilianna »»»◈««« "We're never going to find him, are we?" I murmured, my voice barely rising above a whisper as I leaned heavily against the crumbling wall of the grimy alley in Le Piagge. I scanned the filthy surroundings, the stench of decay and neglect assaulting my senses. Trash littered the narrow passage, and the flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows that danced on the graffiti-covered walls. A rat scurried across my path, disappearing into the darkness. My heart sank further. How could a child survive here? The thought gnawed at me. While I lived in my mansions and penthouses, my son was out there, walking these streets. Fear clutched my heart. Marco's fingers brushed my cheek, and I flinched, recoiling from his touch. Since that night with Kason and Anna, a chilling dread had settled deep within me. Any contact from Marco now made my skin crawl, dragging me back to those moments of utter helplessness. I couldn't forget how powerless I felt as Anna ruthlessly ended