There are some relatives you don't like—which you might shoot your own way if given the chance. But being forced in… rubs me the wrong way, like a horsewhip. My jaw tightened as poison coursed through my veins.Papa loved to kick me in the ribs when I acted without thinking. My mom usually chose to cry and treat any bruises, ending up not talking to her husband until he and I made up. With my ribs burning and a cigarette in my hand, there's no denying that the apple really didn't fall that far from the tree. And I suspect that those who know Darius de Sanctis—even my own family—would hesitate to regard that as a disadvantage.I am the mold my father and Cosa Nostra made and the world upon it. As bad as a combo of a barrel of gunpowder and a bit of flame. But my father always acted firm and not gentle but lived in love in his own way, while my mother played her role so lovingly. My two siblings and I never lack love because they bestow us with so much.But on the other hand, my father
I had expected all this before. Papa was so fond of Louis Jamesson. Of course, something about his family was the only thing that interested him.What could he do if he had two of the world's most potent conglomerates? Everything, of course. Honor and all that power would come to him without his asking, and that... makes me sick.Although Louis is a good man and fulfills the material husband package for women, I don't want to imagine how my life would be with him. It would be filled with control by my parents. Unlike Nicholas, he was the one who was always in control and never let it get out of him.My father was in his grasp, and Louis? He was too good for that; everything about him was for the pleasure of others, not for himself. That was the last thing I wanted and needed. Whereas I used to think that he would be one of the good guys who would get me out of my family or be someone who could ease my pressure, that doesn't mean anything now that I know him so well.Well, now I don't
Someone's eyes stared back at me blankly. Blood pooled on the floor, and I sat down with tears in my eyes.But he blinked.My crying stopped.He gripped my hand firmly.I screamed."Shit, Gretta." That rough yet gentle voice greeted me. "Wake up, wake up."I came to my senses.My breath was coming in gasps, and the pain radiating in my chest spread to my head. I rubbed my face roughly as if it could do anything, but it didn't. Someone helped me sit up, and without turning my head, I immediately hugged him.My ear was on top of his chest, his fast-beating heart sending a rush of calmness into me. He held me, gently stroking my bare back and placing sweet kisses on my head."Who hurt you, Cara Mia?" Nicholas growled low and absolute. Possessive and promising danger for whoever had hurt me. I didn't know what I meant to him, but I knew that he wouldn't miss anyone who hurt his toys. That thought snapped me back to reality.I pushed away from his embrace and took a breath. Once and twice
No calls from my parents, no excited screams from Elena, no concerned looks from Gallena and the rest of my cousins. And I knew that Louis hadn't said anything to his parents, or did my parents just take it for granted? That was impossible. The Jamesson family was what Papa had wanted for so long. I knew that Papa wouldn't waste the opportunity at hand. I sighed, and this made me even more anxious. Two days had passed, and I waited anxiously. I would rather receive immediate punishment than have to wait. Waiting is like the ticking clock of death that picks up more and more painfully."Sshh," I hissed in surprise as the knife sliced the skin of my finger, the result of daydreaming while in the kitchen. I sighed softly and washed a speck of blood in the running water in the sink.The sound of steps entering the kitchen made me look back to find Baron frowning. "What's wrong?""Not on purpose," I held my finger with the tiny cut.He shook his head before taking a box from the bottom d
My head turned to the side, and heat and sting followed my cheeks. The sound of skin-on-skin slaps echoed in the room. "We've let you and your sister live comfortably all this time, can't you return the favor to your parents?" "I never asked for a comfortable life." I replied, looking back at my mother with a flat look. I felt nothing at all. "I never asked to be born." "You.." she raised her index finger before me and lowered it. Sighing before chuckling, "Luckily, I didn't tell your father, or you'd be finished off right now." Finished off. That was a good option, it seemed. But I kept quiet, only seeing her coming out of my room. Apparently, Louis only told his mom, and she said to my mom. I don't know what stopped Mama from telling Papa. Maybe it was her empathy, which was very little, or perhaps she was waiting for something. I sighed, rubbed my cheeks lightly, and picked up my makeup. I was going to Nicholas's apartment. Not to get entangled in his bed but for a small di
I was pouring the whiskey neatly when Gallena appeared beside me. I stared at her as she reached for the bottle of vodka and then filled the glass to three-quarters full. She glanced at me, looked away, and then turned her gaze back to me when she noticed my attention. "What?" "Maybe try hiding your alcohol addiction from me from now on." "Let me continue with my classes and I will." "Would you rather be safe, or happy?" She blinked as if it was a much more complicated question. "Both, I guess." "Unfortunately, that's not an option." Her sigh was extinguished. "It's not my fault many men want to kill you." Many might sound like an understatement. "And now you." Her brows furrowed. "What?" "They also wanted to kill my wife," I said before adding, "Probably raped you a few times first." She frowned. "Like you were going to do to me?" Somehow, I knew she was going to say that. I stared at her, my expression expressionless. She pushed a strand of caramel-colored hair behind h
I hadn't eaten much; my stomach was already churning. I didn't want to take any chances. I stepped out of the bathroom and was stunned to see my sister's fiancé lying on my bed, messing with my phone. I tilted my head, "Excuse me, you shouldn't be here." "A warning that came too late." "You never listen to me, anyway." Nicholas smiled, stood up, and I walked over to him. "You will not use your phone from tomorrow." I frowned in distaste. "That's ridiculous." "There are a lot of guys' numbers in your chat box." I raised an eyebrow. "I don't even look at them." "But, still." He snorted, pulling at my waist. His face lowered, and whispered in front of me. "I saw Lorenzo's number." I didn't even know that because I very rarely opened my full message box. They came from guys I didn't recognize, and I only texted people who needed to: my cousin, Gal, and some friends. "He must have offered me to come to the golf course in the summer." "That's next year," Nicholas' face hardened,
I stiffened in my chair, staring at Louis Jamesson, who didn't even want to look at me. But he still had the expression he always wore. Full of honor, I used to say. Now I want to cackle sarcastically in the middle of this fucking dinner and give him my middle finger. Because, in reality.. he didn't do what he was supposed to do. He shouldn't have put me in the hot seat in the middle of two families I hated so much, and he should have respected my choice. Or he could have talked to me again; I could have given him a complete understanding of what he should do. Not like this, disappearing and then giving an ultimatum that further put me in a state of emergency. He went ahead with our engagement, and as anyone in my family would always do.. they wouldn't bother to ask my opinion. Like Gallena, I found myself in the middle of the railroad tracks and waited for the train to run over me and crush me into meaningless pieces of meat. I looked down, staring at my food with all my thoughts
Nicholas really took me away. It was a long trip because we were on a plane, and I only found out when the pilot told me where we were going."Spain?" I asked, looking at Nicholas sitting beside me with so much surprise.He nodded. "Put your seatbelt on, baby."I shook my head. "I don't want to go anywhere. I want to go back."Nicholas shook his head with a frown on his forehead. "I'm sure you'll regret it.""Then tell me where you're taking me!" my voice rose an octave.He only raised an eyebrow and let out a long sigh. "Gallena."My eyes widened."I'll take you to Gallena's place."My heart was beating so fast with emotion that I almost fell forward as the plane began to take off. He clucked, wrapping one arm around my waist. "Put your seatbelt on." He growled.I put it on quickly. Leaning against the seat as the plane began to take off. I turned to him with a twinkle in my heart. "Do you mean it?"Nicholas nodded."Is she in Barcelona?""She's in Ibiza, I think it's a safe place f
Flashback :The hollow emptiness going on inside me didn't fix anything. It was empty and frozen. I've had many losses, and I don't know what could break me more than this one. It consumed me more than any previous loss.My baby...I haven't even had a chance to see what my baby looked like before it left me.And...Why my baby?Why wasn't it just me who died?I huddled under the thick blanket that was not familiar to my nose. A hospital bed, pillow and blanket. Which was unfamiliar because I had never experienced a hospital stay. It was excruciating, and I didn't want to come back here again. But this was still better than Mikhaelovich's death house if I could choose. It was a good thing I'd been expelled, strange because the relief seeped through me like water in a dam that was never released.I stroked my stomach, something I always did these days, even though the pain seemed to split me in two.A click came from the door behind me. I didn't need to turn around to see who had just
Two Months Later Time seemed to fly by until the church doors finally opened wide, the warning of the bride's arrival making everyone look impatiently toward the entrance. I stared at the beautiful woman in a bone-white wedding dress with a high bust. After my challenging debate with her, I finally won. Of course, with a very effective tactic: making her unable to walk with our long sex and making her surrender. And I have absolutely no regrets. She was so beautiful, gorgeous, and fabulous. My heart swelled stupidly. Like the mellow atmosphere of those cheesy romance movies she always liked, but different from those stupid movies, I liked what I felt now. Enjoying everything in every part of her. I love her. Loved her so much that I thought I would kill myself when she was in pain. That agony was behind us, and I learned my lesson. We both did. Learned to be better and accept each other. My mom said it's love and doesn't always go smoothly. All we can do is stay together and go
I looked at Gretta, who was lying on the bed.In a quiet corner of the room, the serene atmosphere inside the hospital room was only interrupted by the regular hissing of breath from the bedridden Gretta. Her face reflected profound exhaustion and sadness as if a disaster had rolled over her like an endless storm. I sat beside her with a blank look. The miscarriage had robbed us both of the glimmer of happiness they had just begun to achieve.Everything that surrounded us was messing her up, messing me up. Us.The pain split me in two. Realizing what we had lost, the cause of my own carelessness. If only I hadn't come and thrown a bomb at her, if only I hadn't brought her to my apartment, if only I hadn't abandoned her.. that fetus would still be between us. That baby.. whether a boy or a girl, would have been a testament to our feelings. I loved her, damn it. I loved her so much that jealousy about her leaving me ruled me more than my trust in her. I should have known better than
My heartbeats shattered one by one, making my chest ache.My vision blurred behind the tears and the glare of the sun on the marble floor. Once the crying started, my tears flowed like I had just opened a dam that had been closed for years. I stood in the middle of a beautiful apartment and felt nothing but cold and empty. The emptiness expanded until it threatened to eat me alive.How accurate was my belief that Nico was an addiction because this felt like the worst kind? I began to realize that it was more than that-it was love and it was heartbreak.I went to the master bathroom, turned on the shower, went inside, and cried some more. My mind was spinning with desperate thoughts of how to fix it, but it all ended on a desperate note when I thought of her cold demeanor today.Nausea rolled around in my stomach.I've been trying not to fall for him, and I've fallen so hard that I'm physically sick from his rejection. I could have laughed if I still had the energy left to cry.I got o
"What are you going to do?" Baron's hoarse voice came into my ears."Keep it." I took a breath and let it out softly. Calming the chaos inside me. "I will tell Nicholas about this, but I will wait for the right time.""If he doesn't accept it..." Baron stroked my arm. " ... you know I will always be here for you, right?"I nodded, hugging Baron tightly."He's crazy about you, Gretta. I know that. He'll accept it. He won't dump you or do anything bad to you." He said as we broke the hug. "Everyone can see it. He's just too stupid to admit his feelings."Well, I hope that's true. I nodded. "I'm waiting for him." I looked down at the bracelet on my right hand, which I never took off. "I have to do something first to give my heart to him, Baron."Because I will never let go of the past if I don't let go of it myself."Are you sure that you've disappeared from his shadow?" asked Baron.I nodded. "I'm sure," I replied. My whole heart had flown away, and I was about to move back into my froz
I saw the news and couldn't imagine what was going on in my family. I was sure my parents were cursing me and Gallena, planning what would happen to their two rebellious daughters.I was the one who ran away from my fiancé's house and was with my affair. While Gallena ran away from home pregnant. They thought we should return the favor about all that they had given us, the luxuries and stuff, the limited freedom, and the damn convenience of staying in our rooms. Ironically, that's not the same as what most parents give their kids.So, now, what do I do? Do I stay here and hassle Nicholas until I can stand on my own, which... I don't know when that will be? Because I can't possibly depend on him entirely.What are we? We were nothing other than me having sold my body for my own gain and falling in love with him while he didn't love me back. I sighed.Or could I go back to my parents' house-because it had never been my home-take my things, and then go to Baron's place? They couldn't d
My control was hanging by a thread as I listened to my men. Lorenzo also seemed intent on easing our uncle's burden.Uncle Benito and Gerald seemed to be quarreling secretly, but I was sure they were planning to overthrow me behind closed doors. Benito is a coward, and Gerald is only slightly better, but eventually, they will act. Perhaps Gerald would send his remaining legitimate son to kill me."War is inevitable," I growled. "You know that as well as I do. Don't pretend you haven't been waiting for an opportunity to spill Outfit blood again." My Underbosses nodded, and so did most of my Captains. But not Benito and Gerald.My eyes were fixed on the high ceiling of the power plant. I had chosen it at every meeting of my Captains and Underbosses over the past three years to remind them of my bloody declaration. I felt their memories needed to be refreshed.Gerald banged his fist on the table, returned my gaze to him, and swatted away Uncle Torre's calming hand. "Enough," he muttered.
Being stuck with Nicholas felt different from being stuck with Louis. I realized this a long time ago.I couldn't even spend five seconds next to Louis; a strange and uncomfortable feeling always surrounded me when I was with him, even before he was forced to become my fiancé or before I knew all his secrets.But now, when I was with Nicholas, I had a different, disturbing feeling. It was as if all the storms were coming together, and I wanted nothing more than to be with him as long as possible, even though I knew he was in darkness and danger. His name is a disaster; you must escape him if you do not want to be destroyed.But here I am, and so is he. Instead of a disaster, he became one of the people who saved me from the real disaster. He's the one by my side, caring for me more than everyone who should do it for me. For the first time, I know what it feels like to be truly loved, although I don't know if he feels the same way about me.I found him in the kitchen after I'd had enou