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Marco »»»◈««« She looked dazed but her eyes showed something else—a glimmer of trust, as if she dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, I could be worthy of her forgiveness. I trailed kisses down her leg, reaching her calf. Her toes curled, but she didn’t pull away. When my lips brushed the inside of her knee, a soft, breathy moan escaped her. I shifted my position on the couch, turning so that one knee rested firmly on the cushion. I continued my kissing upward, my lips and tongue traced a path along the soft skin of her inner thigh. I paused to suck gently, feeling the warmth of her skin against my mouth, then let my teeth graze the soft flesh, sinking in just enough to elicit a reaction. She gasped, the sound a mix of surprise and pleasure, and I noticed her hands, previously splayed out on either side, clenching into tight fists as she fought to control her response. I gazed up at her while my lips worked on the delicate skin of her inner thigh, savoring the taste and feel of
Lilianna »»»◈««« For the past three days, I've made a point of steering clear of him, making sure that we haven't had any opportunity to spend time together. Each time I catch a glimpse of him in the distance, my heart races with conflicting emotions. Whenever he showed up to pick me up from work, I made sure to send out my secretary to inform him that I wouldn't be available until late at night. Midnight is Marco's busiest time, so it was unlikely he could come then. It's not like I wanted to keep avoiding him, but the idea of facing him, especially alone in the car, just filled me with dread. I couldn't handle the awkwardness and tension between us. When he was busy, I'd head home and crash into bed. After those exhausting hours on set, sleep came easy the moment I hit the mattress. I'd wake up before him, quietly slipping out of the house without bothering with breakfast. Avoiding him for three days felt like an achievement, but deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling of disa
Lilianna »»»◈««« Then, suddenly, his heavy hand landed on the back of my neck, sending a jolt of fear coursing through me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair from the back of my head, yanking my face towards his until our noses nearly touched. My hands slammed onto his chest as I stared into his eyes. "Marco..." I whimpered, my voice barely audible, tinged with terror. "Imagine walking onto the set and seeing my wife getting fucked against the wall, on her knees, and on the damn fucking bed?!" he spat. His grip tightened on my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin. For a moment, he didn't seem like himself at all as I stared into his eyes. "I-I didn't..." I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart pounding in my chest, "It's my job... It wasn't real." His grip on my hair loosened slightly, but the fire in his eyes remained, "Your job?" he scoffed, releasing me completely as I sank back into my seat. "Your job
Lilianna »»»◈««« I was pressed against his side as bottles of champagne popped open, their fizzy contents spraying into the air as laughter and howls filled the atmosphere. Marco held up a bottle, a gleam of triumph in his eyes, as he looked down at me and kissed me once more. He pulled back just an inch and whispered on my lips, "Fuck it!" He took a long swig directly from the champagne bottle and then placed the bottle's lips against mine, urging me to drink as well. My lips parted willingly, and I drank from the bottle. It felt like the entire world had melted away, the shouts and cheers around us didn't matter. As I drank, his lips trailed kisses along my jawline. Pulling the bottle away, he dropped it to the floor, making it shatter. A familiar face from Marco's crew walked over, I had seen him around the house, and he slipped another set of car keys into Marco's hand. "I'll handle the McLaren, boss," he stated confidently, earning a nod from Marco. Marco dragged me awa
Lilianna »»»◈««« "What good is having a powerful husband if you can't even leverage that power for your own gain?" His touch was gentler now, his fingertips softly massaging my scalp. "I have the ability to make or break anyone's career, and I think I'm going to start with Hayes Flynn." I pulled my face away from his neck and looked into his eyes. "Please, don't do this. Hayes was just doing his job. He's a good man who loves his wife deeply. He tried to make things as comfortable for me as he could. Please, don't ruin his life...for me?" I knew I had some nerve to ask him for a favor, especially after keeping the intimate scenes a secret, but I had to try. Maybe I got the nerve because I was finally starting to believe that our relationship meant something more now. I was beginning to trust him again, and my feelings for him were growing. Slowly, I was beginning to realize that I didn't want to leave him anymore; I wanted to build a life with him. I came here as Costello's pr
Lilianna »»»◈««« Six Years Earlier »»»◈«««»»»◈««« I let out a weary sigh. It had been almost a year since I graduated high school, and Dad had made me return to Naples. Since then, life has been incredibly dull. It was the same old routine: Dad's endless restrictions and Armando's relentless advances. But lately, Armando seemed different. With our engagement approaching, he was suddenly eager for intimacy. He had never pushed for this before, but now, I could feel the shift in everything he did. His words carried a new intensity, his touch lingered a bit too long, and there was tension in the air whenever he was around. Since coming back to Naples, we have gone to a few dinners together. They started out pleasant enough, but as the night wore on, his intentions became clear. Each dinner ended the same way, with him trying to kiss me. I could see the frustration in his eyes, the impatience. The thought of sharing his bed filled me with dread. He had bought me, saving me from ot
Lilianna »»»◈««« He had been silent, staring at the ceiling, while I waited for any sign from him—a word, a gesture, even the slightest change in his expression. "Is that why you came to me that night?" That was the first question he asked. "That's why you were so insistent." I smiled softly, staring at his handsome face. "I just liked you so much from the moment I first saw you. I knew I wanted it to be you... I never realized that years from that moment, we would be here." As I looked into his eyes, memories flooded my mind—memories of our first meeting, of the feelings that had sparked between us. Despite everything, I couldn't deny the connection that had drawn me to him, even if circumstances had changed since then. Marco reached over and gently touched my cheek. "I want you to know that I made your father suffer a lot before he died." His words sent a chill down my spine. I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of remorse or explanation. I tensed up in his hold. Ou
Lilianna »»»◈««« "How are things between the two of you?" Amalia asked gently, standing behind me as she combed my hair. I sat in front of the vanity, preparing to head to the studio after breakfast when Amalia followed me into the bedroom. She took the hairbrush from my hand and began to comb my hair herself. I stared at her through the mirror, thinking, 'This must be what it's like to have a mother who loves you, who cares for you'. Mine had always been colder than the frost on a January morning. Amalia's touch was gentle, her fingers gliding through my hair like a warm breeze over a meadow, softly working out the knots with patience that felt foreign to me. "Good, better than ever." Her eyes lit up with pure happiness. "Really? Has he finally grown a pair and started treating you with the respect you deserve?" Images flashed through my mind—being pressed against a car in a dingy parking lot, our first time after marriage happening in the backseat. It didn’t exactly scream r
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