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OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North The Stranger Knew Too Much
{INGRID’S POV}**I push open the door to Cara's office, the soft click of the handle ushers me into the room.She’s sitting at her desk, facing the computer screen and with a thick stack of papers beside her. The room smells faintly of ink and fresh coffee, and I’m hit with that familiar, almost oppressive sense of being in a place I think is quite rich for me.She doesn’t notice me at first, and for a moment, I just stand there. There’s a heaviness in the air between us, something unspoken that I can’t quite pin down. But then she looks up, her sharp eyes meeting mine, and I feel like I’ve been caught in some kind of quiet trap.In the dim light, her gaze is assessing and flicking over me before it softens. “You look dizzy,” she says, her voice softer than usual. She's concerned and it is evident, but not overwhelming. “Are you okay?”I don’t answer immediately. I’m dizzy, yes, but it’s not from the room spinning or from some feverish illness. It's the weight of it all; everything
Last Updated : 2025-02-10OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North A Betrayal That Stings
{CARA'S POV}**The study is quiet, but not the comforting kind of quiet. It’s the type that feels too heavy and too expectant, as if the walls themselves are waiting for something to be said. The lamp on my desk casts a dull glow over the papers I’ve been going through for the past hour, but my eyes keep drifting away from them. I rub my temples. I need a break.The door opens softly. I don’t need to look up to know it’s Ingrid. Her presence is careful, measured, like she’s unsure of how very much welcome she is.I glance at her. She’s pretty and she's smiling slightly at me. It’s such a small, simple gesture, but it takes me off guard. I should’ve gone to look for her earlier. I’ve been meaning to, but with everything going on, it kept slipping away. No, that’s a lie; I let it slip away.I offer a tired smile. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come to your room after work.”She steps forward, taking a seat by the table near me. “You’ve been busy.”That’s not an excuse.“If you need anything,
Last Updated : 2025-02-11OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Confronting Men
{CARA'S POV} * * I don’t sleep. The CD’s contents burn in my mind, every word twisting into something heavier. Lavanda. The car. Edmondo. Seven years of silence, shattered by a shadow in a hood. And yet, the most dangerous part of it all; the part that refuses to leave me, is the way he spoke. She wasn’t alone. Lavanda had help. Someone else wanted Edmondo gone. Someone I might know. I step out of my study, my heels clicking against the marble. The house is quiet. Ingrid has gone to her room, leaving me alone with this; alone with the weight of what comes next. I can’t sit here and wait for answers to come to me. If I want the truth, I have to drag it out myself. And I know exactly where to start. --- The first stop is the docks. The wind off the water is thick with salt and rot, the scent of old wood and damp ropes curling in the air. The docks reek of fish guts and fuel, the scent thick under the dim glow of scattered floodlights. Men move like ghosts in the mist, unlo
Last Updated : 2025-02-12OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North On The Verge
{CARA'S POV}**I don’t go to the hospital right away. Not easily just because I feel hopeless.At first, I try to ignore the urge to go to the hospital, running to Edmondo Edmondo's dead arms. I push it down like I always do. I bury myself in work, in meetings, in dead end conversations with men who think they can challenge me now that Edmondo is gone. I visit the underworld, ask the right questions, twist the right arms, but I come up empty. Still feeling hopeless. It's just that… the pieces don’t fit. No one wants to talk so easily, and the ones who do want to talk, even so openly, they don’t know anything useful.And now that I’ve exhausted every lead, when I’ve walked through the filth of the city and come up with nothing, when there’s no one left to interrogate…. I go to him.Edmondo.The hospital smells sterile, like bleach and something artificial. The air is too cold. The walls are too white. I hate it. This place doesn’t suit him. He hates it here. Edmondo was never meant
Last Updated : 2025-02-13OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Watching Lavanda
{INGRID’S POV}**Lavanda is evil and if everyone here should know the evil she's done, there's no way she'd be belonging here.She moves through the estate like a ghost that sticks to the house without an intention of leaving. Except ghosts don’t walk with their chins high, with their steps measured, and definitely not with their presence looming like a silent threat. No, she walks like she owns the place. Like she’s just waiting for the right moment to sink her claws into the heart of it all.And I don’t trust her.Ever since that CD played, ever since Cara's face changed: tight with shock, then anger, then something worse…, I’ve known that Lavanda is the mastermind to all of this. Cara has been running herself into the ground, moving place to place, digging for something, or someone. Anything that would give her clues and maybe evidence against Lavanda. But I see what she won’t say.She’s breaking.And it’s not just about Edmondo anymore.It’s about the past. It’s about what that
Last Updated : 2025-02-14OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Going To Ireland
{INGRID'S POV}**It's been just a week, a week of Cara drowning herself in an abyss of sorrow, brokenness and co fusion, and the estate already feels heavier now. The walls are carrying secrets I hadn’t noticed before. Really. It’s strange; how a place can shift without changing. The bricks are the same, the chandeliers cast the same golden glow, but the weight in the air has thickened. It lingers in the way people move, in the pauses before they speak.Everything in this house has always belonged to the D'Avi family from decades ago, bearing the name of the current Don, Don Edmondo. And that name should be stamped into every crevice, but it isn’t. Now, it feels like it belongs to Lavanda.Her voice lingers in conversations she's not even supposed to be a part of. Her shadow stretches down the halls and everywhere.I see it in the way people look at her. They measure their words, adjust their postures. All in fear of her, no more Cara. They move differently when she’s in the room.
Last Updated : 2025-02-15OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North John O'Keeffe (1)
~ County Cork~ Ireland{INGRID’S POV}**The countryside of Britain stretches endlessly, the rolling hills under a gray sky, dotted with sheep and stone walls that look like they’ve been there for centuries. The air is damp, and thick with the scent of the sea just like Northern Italy. It's not as cold here as the North but it’s colder than I expected. Even wrapped in my coat, the chill seeps into my skin.Well, it's still better than Trento.The two men who came with me; Callum, the British one, and a Western Italian man whose name I never caught, stand nearby with their hands in their coat pockets. They’re waiting for instructions. It feels nice to have people wait for your instructions. Really.“This is the place,” Callum says, nodding toward a house set back from the road. It’s old, sturdy, built to withstand the wind and rain. A single lantern flickers by the door.I don’t hesitate. “I’ll go in alone.”The Italian man frowns. “Are you sure, Miss? We could….”“I don't need you
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{GIOVANNI’S POV}**The fire crackles, low and steady, casting a warm flicker of light against the stone walls. The scent of burning wood lingers in the air, mixing with the sharper bite of whiskey. Outside, the wind howls across the Irish countryside, carrying the damp cold with it.I don’t turn when the door opens. I don’t have to. I am the boss of this place, the owner of the O'Keeffe Manor.The air shifts. A presence. Familiar. Unexpected."Ingrid."I breathe her name before I can stop myself.Footsteps come in, it's careful but quick. My eyes track the movement in the reflection of the whiskey glass. And there I see a small, stiff figure, wrapped in a coat quite too thin for this weather. Her shoulders are squared, her posture is rigid. She’s holding herself together by sheer force of will.I exhale slowly, dragging a hand through my damp curls. She's caught me.She shouldn’t be here. Why is she here in fact? Who led her here? Who brought her here?She shouldn't be in this house
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OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Don't Change
{INGRID'S POV}**The air inside the guest house in the clubhouse feels as stale as a musty basement, it's like it’s pressing in hard on me. The walls are too close. The furniture, too still.I’m curled into a ball, crying myself into nothingness in the same room. I felt bad, but everything feels different now. And it's because of him. Because of his words to me.‘I’m giving you five minutes,’ is all he says in the end. That was all he said before leaving me here, alone with the weight of it.Five minutes for what? To breathe? To collect myself? Or to decide what to do next? That time was never enough and couldn't be.I press my fingers against my temples. My mind is a mess. My pulse is erratic. I need to move. I need to get out of here.I grab a dress from the cupboard. It's good there's one there, even if it's bigger and longer. And so out of shape.I leave the room quietly and the place entirely.The moment my feet hit the ground outside, the cold air rushes against my skin, clear
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Cara Called? (1)
{GIOVANNI’S POV}**I shut the door behind me seeing to it that the slam echoes in both my ears and hers. My hands flex at my sides, my fingers tingling from where they had just been wrapped around her throat.She wanted me to hurt her. She fucking wanted me to hurt her. Punishment, hard sex... anything that would hurt her she wanted it.And for a second…. for one fucked up second, I almost did. I saw it in her eyes, that plea for something more than just words, something deeper, something that would cut through whatever storm was brewing inside her. And I could have given it to her.But I didn’t.I don't break little girls. Or maybe I do, but I don't want to break her. Also, I don’t indulge their self destruction. Not like that. Okay, maybe I do too but if and only if I should find interest in a little girl, which has never happened aside from Ingrid La Rosa. My jaw tightens, and I push the thought away. I move down the dimly lighted hallway. The weight in my chest is a familiar
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Twisted Signals
{INGRID'S POV}**“Maybe it’s because nobody will ever love me because of my past. Nobody will ever really touch me, no, not after someone else did. Nobody will ever let me know what it’s like to have a man fall in love with me for all time when my heart beats for someone else who doesn't even care. They wouldn’t, now would they? There's nothing good or lovely about me or my life.”His eyes widen on mine, and I see more than those emotions. Worse than hate or disgust. It's Pity. I see damn pity. It's directed towards me. And I hate that. “You need to get some fucking therapy and work on your self and mind,” he says, his hands still gripping tight on my wrists.“....” God I'm speechless. Really? Therapy?! What does he think of me? A lunatic? I have not lost my mind!He stares at my thighs, and I feel ashamed of them, so fierce in my pain. I have a low waistband on, which I made by myself because I feel bold wearing them, but he barely even notices. His attention is so fixed on my fla
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Twisted Emotions (2)
{INGRID'S POV}**I feel him nudge me from behind so I move away from the space close to the door. He steps forward and keys into the lock, opening the door and stepping in ahead of me. I enter. I don't even attempt to shut the door behind me after I enter, only fold my arms like a spoilt kid who is being grounded.He finds the light switch as soon as I'm in after him. He peeks out the door, his eyes checking out the neat little hallway before shutting the door. This is definitely a hotel room. No, more like a condo. But it's... unusual. There's a handmade tapestry of a dolphin breaching beside a boat hangs above the bed, and a photo of pirate colleagues on the deck sits on the kitchen counter. It isn't exactly the kind of decor I'd expect to find in a… sort of hotel condo room. But then again, life is full of surprises, and sometimes the most unexpected places can become the most memorable. So, the lady always in a yellow scarf who fed me on the street for a month before she die
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Twisted Emotions (1)
{INGRID'S POV}**I really am done with it. I am done with caring. Done with feeling. Done with living like some goddamn pushover. Maybe that punishment will really help in liberating me from this crappy stubbornness of mine and make me a better person that everyone will be satisfied with. Right?I mean, it isn't my fault I grew up to be like this, now is it?To the outside world I am a kid who should listen and be good, but my inside world is a pit of pain and memories of my lonely past. A pit of pain I’ve been breathing through in agonizing little gasps since I was a little girl trying to be good for people around to spear me some food, alms and some money. But now, I feel so fucked up, and used, and twisted with all these looks and words Mr. Giovanni especially throws at me. I've been hurt and is still being hurt by so much of the life I'm still holding dear.Yeah, I am done.And what is with all these? All these family shit, and more secrets. More secrets. The underworld, alcoho
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Twisted Ways (2)
{GIOVANNI'S POV}**I move. Silent. The door clicks shut behind me.In the mirror, I watch her freeze.Her shoulders tense first. Then her grip on the sink tightens, like she’s bracing for a hit.Slowly, so fucking slowly, she lifts her head. Our eyes meet in the mirror. Her pupils go wide, her throat tightens. What does she fucking know? What is she afraid of? Me? And yet, she doesn’t move.I step closer, watching the shift in her body. It's small movements, but still there. The way her breathing changes, the way her lips part like she wants to say something but the words won’t come.She still doesn't back away. So I move closer still.Her breath catches. She still doesn’t speak.She’s holding herself together, but I can see the tension in her arms, the weight of a thousand unspoken things pressing down on her. And I wonder, just for a second, how far she’s willing to push before I fucking break her to total obedience surrender to me.“Well, well, well,” I say. “I never expected to
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Twisted Ways (1)
{GIOVANNI'S POV}**She asks for her father. She says she's here only and only to ask me of her father. Does she know that he is a monster? That he and his empire tore the happiness of Trento apart once. Edmondo's people who are also mine.. some bled to death, girls raped, a few murdered in the eyes of their own children and loved ones.I wonder how pretty little girl La Rosa will look when it is revealed to her just how tainted she and her now dead La Rosa empire is. I wonder how her eyes will glisten with tears as she stare up into the malice in mine when I break it to her what Edmondo and I did to them in return.I wonder how much I can make her pussy stretch for me before she screams when I force myself into her again.Shit. That was random. I'm crazy. I'm a crazy old man. Haha.It's funny, looking around me at all the people in this blue hue room. They don't even have the slightest idea of just how evil a monster I am amongst them. So many idiots… living their idiot lives, havi
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North His Obsession
{GIOVANNI'S POV}**The ring display is full of light; fucking bright diamond reflections sharp like cut glass, bands of gold and platinum polished to a perfect gleam. Elise is to my right, examining a row of engagement rings with the focused eye of a woman who already knows exactly what she wants.I should be doing the same. After all she's my wife-to-be, right?Instead, my gaze drifts, tracking over the cases until it lands on a section that's further down. There's a different style that seems simpler, yet shiny and clear. It's a pretty section. My eyes skim over the sizes without thinking….. until I pause.Nine.It’s becoming a habit; assessing things that might look good on bambina, measuring them without needing to be told. I better not let it stay till it becomes old and hard to die. My fingers twitch, recalling something unbidden: the weight of a hand gripping mine in the dark of the bunker as I pound into her pussy. So small hands but steady and firmly gripping my shoulders
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North A Ring Store & The Clubhouse (3)
{INGRID'S POV}**“You don’t look like an Irish lady either,” he counters.I arch a brow. “What do I look like?”He tilts his head slightly, studying me. “Like someone who’s waiting for a reason to burn this whole place down.”The air between us tightens. He has a good sense of humour. And he just called me a lady, not some bambina. Wow. It's weird.The white haired man makes a noise; something between a laugh and a knowing hum, but I don’t break eye contact. I don’t let Ronan think he’s got me figured out just because he threw out some poetic bullshit that happened to land close to the truth.Instead, I set my drink down, lace my fingers together, and give him the smallest, sharpest smile I can muster.“Good thing I left my lighter at home.”Ronan holds my gaze. His own mouth twitches like he wants to say something else. But before he can, the white haired man claps his hands together, breaking the tension. “Well,” he says, amused, “This is going exactly how I hoped.”I shoot him a
