Natalia’s POV: God!I was so angry my body vibrated with it. I have never been this furious in my life!I got to my room, slammed the door, and locked it shut with a chair against its knob. I paced back and forth like a wounded animal, and before I could stop myself I grabbed the curtain and tore it from its rails. Next, I picked up the bedside lamp, smashing it into the mirror with all my strength. I watched it shatter to pieces, panting from the exertion.Without thinking, I grabbed a piece, accidentally cutting myself. Hissing, I stared at the blood coating the glass and dripping to the floor. But I was way past caring. I felt like I could explode any second now. My chest felt heavy and it physically hurt. If I couldn't take my anger out on Carlo, I would do that to his properties! I walked over to the bed and started slashing. I let it all out. My fury at Carlo, my anger at Luca and my rage at my father.They were the reason I was in the mess, how dare they dictate my life! Firs
Carlo’s POV:I strode out of my room with my cock as hard as a rock after I’d restrained a very naked Natalia to my bed. There was no one who had ever pushed me to the fucking wall as much as she did, secretly, I loved it, it gave me more reasons to do as I pleased with her. And maybe I looked like a sick bastard asking her to be my mantenuta weeks after my son—her fiancè left her at the altar but why wait? I already knew what she tasted like, I knew how her body went limp when I touched her, I knew what she sounded like when aroused out of her mind and the way she grew wetter by the minute. Fucking hell. I knew I wanted her—who wouldn’t? She was like a walking sex, with full, round breasts that were more than a handful, curvy hips, and a fat ass. Who could say no to that? Well, Lucas would, and if he had decided he didn’t want the marriage, who was I to say ignore the piece of meat being dangled in front of me? She could resist me all she wanted, lie to herself, and say she didn't
Natalia’s POV:I may have lost count of how many days I’d gone without food or water. And I felt dead. Carlo hadn't budged, not one bit, and I was probably going to die from my stubborn act. A soft knock had me darting my eyes to the door, an action I instantly regretted. Yes, people, hunger makes your body hurt, and even the slightest movements are hell. “Hey,” Caterina’s soft voice called, and I wasn't surprised she was the one. Only she would knock before entering, unlike Carlo. I sat up on the bed, careful not to move too much so the chains at my feet wouldn't drag across the wounds there (I’d tried severally to take the chains out and I'd only succeeded in hurting myself)My eyes tracked her as she moved closer to the large king-sized bed, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. She wasn't with a food tray, so I'd assumed she was here to wipe me clean—yes, Carlo never released me so I could have a bath, the bastard made sure Caterina wiped me instead. How convenient. “What now?”
Natalia’s POV:FLASHBACK:FIRST DAY IN ITALY:Exhausted, I dropped to the floor beside the door and that was when my eyes caught something strange amidst the mess on the floor. Slowly, I picked up the brown envelope that slid out from where my bag landed. It wasn't mine. I hadn't put an envelope when I packed my bag, at least I didn't remember putting it in there. My heart rate picked up as every instinct told me not to open the strange envelope. But my fingers moved, tearing the seal off…My fingers trembled as I pulled out a white paper from the envelope and realized it was a letter. Carefully, I opened the letter, and it read:To Natalia, If you're reading this, I may already be dead. The sins I committed have finally caught up with me, the people I wronged have found me and it is only a matter of time until Don Carlo comes for me. I know I'd hurt you and wronged you so much that I don't think you could ever forgive me. So this one last time, allow me to be selfish; I’d decided
Carlo’s POV: I knew that time of the month was drawing closer again, and just like every time in the past, I was boiling with anger, frustration and anxiety. It bothered me—always did and I hated that it made me seem vulnerable and weak.But now wasn't the time to dwell on the past, there were other pressing issues at hand. Like finding out how The Amatos knew exactly when and where Luca would be on the day of the attack. I headed down to the dungeon with Enzo and two of my men. We got to the place where Elio, a relative to the Amatos leader was held captive . But Elio wasn’t who I was here for today. I might even let him go home soon, after all they had decided to plead allegiance. I was here for Benito. The same guard who had ‘died’ saving Luca.What a pathetic joke. Turned out Benito had staged his death and was in on the plan with Gianpaolo and The Amatos, funny how he thought he could escape me. I pushed open the cell door where Elio and Benito hung from the ceilings, their ha
Natalia’s POV: He did not show up. Three days and he did not show up. I was beginning to get tired and anxious about waiting and maybe this was because I had made a plan with Alessandro on what to do next when Carlo came ‘to visit.’ I don't know but what I did know was that I was exhausted. By noon, I was drifting into sleep when a loud slam broke the silence as from somewhere, a door opened and heavy footsteps landed outside the bedroom. My heart rate picked up. He was here. I knew it was him. But why was he slamming doors? Was he angry? Shit, this might not be the best time to talk to him. The bedroom door flew open and there he stood at the doorway, eyes roaming my body with so much intensity I fought hard not to squirm as my body heated up. He sauntered up to the bed and I sat up, careful not to move my legs too much. We stared at each other in silence, with only the rapid panting coming from us both to cut through the silence. My eyes scanned his tall muscular frame, tanned
Natalia’s POV: A few minutes after Carlo fled the room like his ass was on fire, I went into the bathroom to freshen up, got a robe, and slipped back into my old room. He hadn’t bothered to chain me back to the bed and I assumed he'd finally let me go, after all he'd already claimed me as his mistress whether I liked it or not. Why had I even put up with him without a fight? I shut my eyes tightly as I felt myself cringe from the embarrassing way I had let him do what he wanted with me. I wouldn't say I hadn't enjoyed it. I did. But it didn't mean I couldn't regret it afterward. The fact that this was going to be my reality for a while until Alessandro found a way out for me and Ava was depressing to an extent…My mind flashed back to the conversation I had with Alessandro days back…~ ~ ~ My brows furrowed as suspicion grew. “Why? What is in it for you?”He smirked. “When the time comes, you will know.”Huh? “What does that even mean? That doesn't even sound convincing enough,” I
Natalia's POV:“I am just kidding, but books are fun, and if you ever get to change your mind, I have lots of recommendations.”If I wanted to be close to her, I needed to have same interest as her, right? “You know what, I might just take you up on that.”Across the room, Caterina groaned. “Mio Dio!” She cried. “Don't let her influence you, we can't have two of you with your noses buried in books all the time!”Angela gasped, crossing her arms defiantly. “I don't 'bury’ my nose in books ALL the time,” she retorted. “Then explain to me why at twenty four, you haven't found a man yet,” Caterina asked with a frown. “You’ve never even brought a boyfriend home either.”“Zia!” Angela's cheeks flamed, and I could practically see steam coming off her head. “Just stop,” she gritted. {Zia: Aunt}I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Even I felt weird about this conversation, why was Caterina being so harsh on Angela, having a man wasn't a do or die affair. “I just worry about you, figlia,” Cat
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY-FOUR: Gianpaolo’s POV: PRESENT…I had taken the next available flight back to Italy, I told myself it wasn't possible. When Rafael mentioned that it was Carlo who did it, it was harder to believe.Sure, we'd stopped talking for over two years but that didn't mean he'd betray me. That was what I thought until I was back home and I saw for myself that my father had been tortured and shot dead along with his men, our main mansion burnt and brought to the ground with workers, maids, and my Sofia and Amora…I'd been frozen to a spot, I couldn't move for hours, crying as I lay next to what looked like her remains. I was a coward.I should have moved then, found that bastard, and made him pay but Rafael said I would have only lost my life since Carlo was really powerful at that time, so powerful he'd taken his father down too… That day, I died along with Sofia and our daughter. I'd spent everyday for the past fifteen years living in pain, anger, hate….wanting
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY-THREE: Gianpaolo's POV: SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD….“It's been confirmed,” The doctor said with an unreadable expression on his face as he watched my new bride and childhood friend, Sofia. Her soft hand grabbed my mine tightly, nervousness clear as day as we awaited the doctor's diagnosis.She'd been feeling unwell lately and just last night, she came down with a high fever prompting my father to send for a doctor. I squeezed her hand back in a gentle reassurance while my heart thumped away behind my ribcage. “So?” I urged. “Tell us.” He broke into a blinding grin as he moved closer, holding his hand out to me which I took regardless of the confusion clouding my head. “Congratulations,” he said in a loud steady voice as he fixed his gaze back on Sofia. “You're pregnant Mrs Ravazzani.” Sofia let out a surprised gasp as I whispered, “Pregnant?” Warmth spread across my chest as I held the doctor's gaze.“Yes,” he nodded, still smiling. “She is with child.” I
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY-TWO: Gianpaolo's POV:I watched with great satisfaction as blood oozed from the spot where I stuck my knife into Carlo's side and I twisted the weapon once more for the fun of it. My eyes flicked up to his face just in time to see that smug looking face crumple with pain and in the same second, a loud crash bounced of the walls of the building.“What the hell do you think you're doing?!” I heard Alessandro hiss just as I turned my attention to Carlo's whore who was now on the floor, still trapped in a chair. So she wasn't just a whore but a nuisance too? Great. “Alessandro, get that bitch in order!” I ordered and he quickly moved to obey. I watched him lift her up and she snarled at him, “Traitor!” “Shut your mouth or this could end very quickly for you!” “Don't you dare lay a hand on her!” Carlo growled and I was surprised at how much strength he still had despite the fact that I stick had my knife in his guts.This motherfucker must really care for
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & EIGHTY-NINE: Natalia's POV: My eyes fluttered open and the first thing I noticed was the big hand resting on my waist and I stiffened.Carlo?Carefully and slowly, I turned around coming face to face with a sleeping Carlo. Like this, he looked so peaceful and even more gorgeous. So he came back to bed, cuddling with me. I thought. I could stay like this for hours—days—and not move, I love being in his arms like this, I love being this close to him. For the next ten minutes or so, I lay quietly, until his eyelashes fluttered open revealing those gorgeous eyes to me.“You're awake,” he mumbled in a deep, throaty voice and I smiled.“Yes,” I whispered. “I was watching you sleep,” I said before I could stop myself, almost like my mouth had no filter.He smiled. “You enjoy watching me sleep?” Maybe more than I'd like to admit. “I don't know,” I lied, avoiding his eyes. “I'm thirsty, could you move your arm?” “Don't stress yourself, I'll get water for you,” he i
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY:Angela's POV: HOURS EARLIER….Rueben was finally getting better and Camilla said his infections were gone. I couldn't stand being close to him like this out of guilt but I couldn't leave his side either. Of course, being the man he was, he didn't blame me, in fact, he was relieved I had gotten home safe. Can you believe it?I was the reason he almost died and he was worried about me?‘Tell him what happened and watch if he'd still care about you,’ A voice mocked in my head and I shut my eyes tightly to make it go away.Every day was an internal battle with my head and heart. Do I tell him or not? I know if I didn't there would be no way of him knowing since none of the people who already knew were going to spill it anyways.But it was eating me up inside. No one knew how I kept reliving that day every time I shut my eyes, no one knew how I kept looking behind me. How could they tell I could still feel those bastards moving in and out of my mouth?They
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY-ONE: Carlo's POV: My knees buckled. I can count on a single hand the number of times I've felt this way. Helpless, frightened, powerless.“Don't you dare lay a finger on her!” I barked, my voice trembling. “I can't promise that, Carlo,” the bastard drawled. “Your cooperation determines how this goes. If you do as I say, she gets to walk free, unharmed.” “What do you want?” I gritted, grabbing my phone so hard it was a surprise it didn't Crack. “Name your price.”“You, Carlo?” I could hear the smile in his voice. “You're the prize.” This fucking bastard. “Fine!” From the corner of my eyes, I could see Enzo shaking his head, saying no but my mind was made up. “You will come to the location I've just sent you,” he ordered. “Come alone, Carlo. I don't need any of your minions, just you. You in exchange for your whore.” I didn't wait for any more babbling from me, I hung up, checking the location he sent as Enzo walked up to me.“You can't go there alo
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY:Angela's POV: HOURS EARLIER….Rueben was finally getting better and Camilla said his infections were gone. I couldn't stand being close to him like this out of guilt but I couldn't leave his side either. Of course, being the man he was, he didn't blame me, in fact, he was relieved I had gotten home safe. Can you believe it?I was the reason he almost died and he was worried about me?‘Tell him what happened and watch if he'd still care about you,’ A voice mocked in my head and I shut my eyes tightly to make it go away.Every day was an internal battle with my head and heart. Do I tell him or not? I know if I didn't there would be no way of him knowing since none of the people who already knew were going to spill it anyways.But it was eating me up inside. No one knew how I kept reliving that day every time I shut my eyes, no one knew how I kept looking behind me. How could they tell I could still feel those bastards moving in and out of my mouth?They
Natalia's POV: My eyes fluttered open and the first thing I noticed was the big hand resting on my waist and I stiffened.Carlo?Carefully and slowly, I turned around coming face to face with a sleeping Carlo. Like this, he looked so peaceful and even more gorgeous. So he came back to bed, cuddling with me. I thought. I could stay like this for hours—days—and not move, I love being in his arms like this, I love being this close to him. For the next ten minutes or so, I lay quietly, until his eyelashes fluttered open revealing those gorgeous eyes to me.“You're awake,” he mumbled in a deep, throaty voice and I smiled.“Yes,” I whispered. “I was watching you sleep,” I said before I could stop myself, almost like my mouth had no filter.He smiled. “You enjoy watching me sleep?” Maybe more than I'd like to admit. “I don't know,” I lied, avoiding his eyes. “I'm thirsty, could you move your arm?” “Don't stress yourself, I'll get water for you,” he insisted, pulling away as he rose to