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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
Lilianna »»»◈««« Six Years Earlier »»»◈«««»»»◈««« I stepped out of his apartment and turned to look up at the building, my heart aching with indecision. For what felt like an eternity, I stood there, torn between two worlds. A part of me desperately wanted to run back inside, to throw myself into his arms and beg him to take me away from everything. To escape into his arms and forget the horrors waiting for me at home. But another part of me, the stronger part, pulled me back towards my brothers. I couldn't abandon them to those monsters. I refused to be that selfish. I might not have given birth to them, but I was their mother. A mother isn't just the one who brings you into the world—she's the one who raises you with love, affection, and care. And I couldn't fail them now. I wouldn't. I had to go back for them. Marco, with all his influence and connections as a Costello, could make sure that the three of us vanished without a trace. My father would search for us until his d
Lilianna »»»◈««« Six Years Earlier »»»◈«««»»»◈««« I jolted awake as the basement door creaked open, followed by the ominous thud of several heavy footsteps making their way down the stairs. I glanced up at the long flight of stairs, watching their shiny shoes draw nearer with each deliberate step. The closer they got, the more my emotions churned. Fear wasn’t what gripped me; instead, my heart was shattered, and rage coursed through my veins. I rested my head against the cold wall, refusing to acknowledge their presence. Their voices murmured in low tones. Suddenly, the harsh screech of a chair being dragged across the floor pierced the air. I didn't flinch, though every nerve in my body was on edge. The chair came to a stop, and I could feel their eyes boring into me. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever came next. "Get her up," my dad commanded. Two men strode over and roughly seized my arms, hauling me to my feet. They dragged me to the chair they'd placed in
Lilianna »»»◈««« I told them everything, every little detail. How I was sexually assaulted by my own father how I met Marco in the night club on my nineteenth birthday and ran away from home and everything that followed. To this day, my family has no idea who the man was. The Costellos were always our enemies; if my father or uncles knew, they would have killed him long ago. The war between the Brunos and Costellos was bound to happen, but at least, I wasn't the one who started it. I wasn't the reason for the bloodiest conflict in our history. These three women were the first to know my story. Not even Marco knows, and sometimes it feels like I don't know the full story either. The flashes come, a strange déjà vu, so vivid it feels real. I'm left questioning everything—did it happen, or is my mind playing tricks on me? The uncertainty gnawed at me. Every flash feels like a fragment, a puzzle piece that doesn't quite fit. I see faces, hear voices, but they're just out of reach,
Lilianna »»»◈««« I glanced behind me and saw at least ten soldiers in the distance. Turning back, I noticed ten more ahead as Kason drove the car slowly down the road. I had this romantic idea of walking home hand in hand with my husband, enjoying the quiet evening together. However, reality had a different plan. Instead, it seemed our stroll included an entourage of at least twenty-one men. So, while I was technically walking alone with my husband, it felt more like leading a parade. He shot me a sideways glance. "What?" I shook my head, a small smile playing on my lips. "Oh, nothing. Just enjoying our little stroll... with a small army in tow." He chuckled softly, the sound warm and familiar. "It's for your safety, you know. Armando's not going to rest easy after what we did to him." My curiosity piqued, and I looked up at him, our fingers intertwining as we walked. "What exactly did we do to him?" His grip tightened around my hand, "Let's just say we disrupted his plans in
Lilianna »»»◈««« I sat on the beige-colored couch, staring at the wall and the decorations. It was nice, everything was either white, beige, grey, or black. It went well together. The tapping of the pen caught my attention and the therapist smiled at me, "Ready when you are..." I tucked my hair behind my ears from both sides and smiled at her, "I really like the decor in here. It's so modern. Did you do it yourself?" She looked around, smiling, "My secretary hired someone to decorate but I chose the color scheme. Although too much white can feel sterile, harsh, or lonely if you just blend it with the right colors, it can represent calmness, comfort, and hope," she explained in her beautifully soothing voice. I forced a smile and managed to say, "It's nice..." "So, I heard you are an actress?" she asked. "Um, more like struggling actress/model right now but I have high hopes for my future," I said, talking about my career always made me feel good about myself. "Why don't we
Lilianna »»»◈««« Resting my head against his chest, I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains. My finger traced invisible circles on his skin, his hard-muscled body adorned beautifully with tattoos. We had been talking, and I asked him what he was like as a boy. At first, he refused to tell me, laughing it off and saying to forget about it. But I playfully pestered him until he finally gave in. "I was really good at school," he began, his eyes distant as he recalled the past. "I was valedictorian, actually. School was a piece of cake for me. Then I went on to business school—it's kind of a tradition for Costello men. We have to keep up appearances, maybe even more than others." He paused, his expression darkening slightly as if remembering something, "It wasn’t just about education; it was about maintaining the family legacy." His gaze softened as he turned his face towards me, pressing a kiss against my forehead. "But th
Lilianna »»»◈««« I glared at him, "Get out of here before my security comes in." He smirked, "What security? Oh, Costello's men that were patrolling outside? Yeah, they are kind of indisposed at the moment. How do you think I got in?" I took a step back, "What do you want from me, Armando? Everything we had is over, why are you here now?" He took a step closer, his eyes dark, "You think it's that easy to walk away from me? From us? I’m here because this isn't over until I say it is." Fear and anger churned inside me. "You need to leave, now," I demanded. He let out a scoffing laugh, the sound dripping with bitterness. "So, this is what you always wanted, huh? To cut me out of your life completely? What did I ever do that was so terrible, Lilianna? I respected you, showered you with everything you could ever want, and loved you like no one else ever could, and how did you repay me? With cold indifference." He took a step closer, his voice rising with each word. "You cou