Isabelle’s Point of View:
His composure tightened at my question. I couldn’t help but wonder what could be so bad about the requirements, at least in comparison to all the other things he had told me.
I raised my eyebrows and he finally spoke up.
“Uh, Isabelle, you…” He exhaled. “We both have to get each other's name tattooed.”
“That’s it?” I asked, surprise filling my voice and let out a small chuckle. God, he really knew how to make a simple request terrifying. “You made it—”
“Well, it’s not a normal tattoo,” He interrupted me with an irritated tone. HeAchilles’ Point of View:As the night drew closer, I had an unsettling feeling waver over me. I met with dad earlier in the evening and told him that she had agreed to marry me, so she was officially a part of the mafia in the future and was off limits. That might have saved her from him, but that also invited her to more dangers.What bugged me was the fact that she was so unaware of the way things worked around here, and I couldn’t be caring enough to tell her. Surely her presence had ignited some feelings that I had hoped to leave far behind me, but it wasn’t enough to bring me back. I had a lot to focus on, and she wasn’t any part of it.On the other hand, she was far from being prepared to be my wife in the first place. I’ve heard people can do anything for love, but w
Isabelle’s mom’s POV:I was making dinner in the kitchen when I heard footsteps behind me. I took a small breath and tried to behave as if I didn’t notice and continued cooking the food in front of me.“Smells nice,” His compliment sounded across the room like a hollow command, leaving me speechless and nervous. Even when he acted nicely, it was too obvious that it was all it was—an act. Oh, I needed to reply.“Thank you,” I whispered, barely audible as I turned the induction off.“You’ve improved a lot over the years, haven’t you?” He said as he came to my side, looking into the big utensil which had the soup I was cooking.
Achilles’ Point of View:“So what are you suggesting?” I asked with a smirk painted on my face. She didn’t waste another minute and pulled me closer by my shirt, joining our lips in a passionate kiss.I tried to resist but as her taste dissolved in my mouth, I ached for more and kissed her back. Her lips were as soft as the last time I felt them, the feeling of ecstasy making me almost high. It had been so long since I felt her lips against mine, something I had known to be impossible happening ever again.As I continued kissing her passionately, I felt my senses kicking in. I couldn’t do this, not after everything that had happened. It took everything in me to stop and pull back. She looked at me as we separated, holding my gaze for a few seconds. Her eyes were as pretty as they had al
Achilles’ Point of View:“Really?” She said with her gaze challenging me. “Even if it means I’ll forgive you for cheating on me?”My eyes snapped at her at her words, suddenly feeling overwhelming emotions running through my veins. It wasn’t as if I had forgotten about it or didn’t wanna remember it, but her blatantly mentioning it wasn’t the best thing I expected.“What? It’s a thing we don’t talk about?” She said, perceiving my silence as a way to ignore the subject at hand. She shook her head, as if disappointed with my reaction.I exhaled. “Look, Isabelle. You’re drunk and I don’t—”
Isabelle’s Point of View:I woke up with a strong headache and a terrible pain in my hand. I groaned as I looked around the huge room, and realised I had slept in the base last night after getting drunk. Flashes from the last night conversation started coming back to me, and I was shocked to realise I remembered most of it even after being both high and drunk.Dragging myself to the bathroom, I quickly turned on the shower and let the hot water wash away the soreness of my skin. Taking a look at my tattoo, I realised the letters that were originally faded enough, were almost invisible now but the square wound remained as before. There were a lot of emotions attached to the scar—I couldn’t believe I had his name tattooed on my bone. I mean, that’s some cult-level love, isn’t it?I shrugged and took a bath. After coming out and getting dressed with so
Achilles’ Point of View:I couldn’t comprehend the reasons why Isabelle was behaving like that. I was trying my hardest to not feel anything, but it wasn’t in my control. Not anymore, anyway. One look at her, and I felt like everything was coming back to me.Her offer seemed to hold the weights to set me free. She was allowing me to feel whenever I wanted to, and for her to be there for me. It was too good of an offer for someone who cheated on her.Part of the reason why I was reluctant was the fact that I couldn’t believe it. I had seen too much of the bad side of the world and to me, there was a possibility she was trying to play me. Maybe she was the one scorned, and this was all supposed to end with her hurting me as much as I hurt her.But on the other hand, a part of me screamed to agree before the moment was swept away, and to
Isabelle’s Point of View:I yawned as I opened my eyes. It had been a long sleep after months. I wasn’t completely happy about my life at the moment, I wouldn’t lie—it wasn’t exactly a fairytale, but I thought that I still made the best out of it.Today I was supposed to get married. Yep, it was my big day—but I didn’t have the slightest excitement. Not because I didn’t kinda want it, but it was to be over whenever Achilles left Mafia and I didn’t want a reason to not pray for that to happen. Well, okay, I was a little excited but who wouldn’t, right?Anyway, I gathered myself and got up. I was in my own apartment, I hadn’t visited him in two days and he asked me to take some time off since he was on some “missions” and obviously, I really
Isabelle’s Point of View:“I thought you said we wouldn’t have a huge wedding?” I asked Achilles as we pulled over to the wedding location.“Yes, and that is why we’re having it here,” He said and got out of the car. I got out and he came to me, his eyes wandering between the two of mine. “And not in the city of love.”“This is huge. This is a huge wedding, Achilles,” I said to him as if telling a five-year-old.“What’s so bad about it?” He looked toward the place that was decorated like heaven on Earth and we hadn’t even stepped inside yet. “Who doesn’t want a big wedding?”“People who are getting married only to be divorced later?” I said, trying not to say something wrong.He smirked at me. &ldqu
Achilles’ Point of View:I went back to my apartment as I made an anonymous tip to the police that somehow the rich billionaire had died. It was already over two hours, and Isabelle was probably waiting for me, so I didn’t want to waste any more time trying to clear up the mess at the mansion. My people had already managed the security tapes and the fingerprints.As soon as I reached my place and went inside, Isabelle ran up to me and hugged me. “Achilles.”“Hey,” I smiled at her. “Everything’s gonna be fine now.”She was confused at my words. I didn’t really know how she would react to this. I mean, she knew I was no saint and I had killed hundreds while working as a mafia leader, but right now I had murdered my own father and without any Mafia influence.But I couldn’t hide it. No more secrets. I had to tell her if I wanted her to trust me.“I killed my father.” Those words rolled out of my tongue, leaving her stunned.Her eyes widened. “What?”“Yes.”She took a few minutes as she st
Achilles’ Point of View:“She didn’t cheat on you, Achilles!” Lucy shouted and my eyes snapped in her direction.“What are you saying?” I asked, my mind fogged by the words she was speaking. I didn’t want to talk about her, or the topic she was speaking on—let alone made me question the reality.“She told me. She told me that Mr. Roman had forced her to say that to you. And I know that I wasn’t supposed to tell you this, but I couldn’t bear to know the truth and still go home to my husband while you didn’t get to go home to your wife. She told me that she had to do it because your father said that if she didn’t, he’d kill you.” She said in one breath as she looked at me.
Isabelle’s Point of View:I looked up and found Lucy standing. She gave me a hand, and helped me stand up. I slowly managed to stand on my feet, still lunging forward like a junkie.“Who—who was the highest bidder? Do you know?” I asked as I was dying to know who I was supposed to be a slave for.She smiled. “No one told me who it was, but whoever it was gave the highest money to the main mafia bank and set you free.”“What?” I thought she was kidding.“Yes,” She smiled again, this time wider. “There was an anonymous message on the table just after the bidding. It was to me, and it said that I should let you know that the highest bidder had
Isabelle’s Point of View:“She gets one wish before fulfilling her punishment, boss,” One of the men pointed out as the guards were dragging me away from the main room, and I saw that it was Romero.I looked over at Achilles who was staring right at me, his face stone cold. “What do you want?” He asked me across the room and I took a deep breath. I didn’t want anything but one thing—and this was probably the last chance I’d get.“I want to talk to Lucy once. In private.”He was confused at my request, but didn’t think about it much. “Let her. I will give you one hour. Her punishment will continue after that,” he looked at his men mid-conversation and then walked out of the room
Isabelle’s Point of View:I was on the ground, barely able to breathe. I didn’t know that hurting him would hurt me so much, I was out of my mind. My heart was shattering with every passing second thinking of the pain I had caused, my tears falling relentlessly.Mr. Roman wouldn’t have asked me to do this without making sure it could be supported by proof. I was sure he did something for that too. Achilles was going to hate me all over again. This time it was going to be even worse. And I… I wouldn’t be able to tell him how much I actually love him and would die for him, and would have to just stand there to take it.God, I had never felt this low in my entire life.It took him three hours—three hours before he knocke
Isabelle’s Point of View:“What’s wrong, Isabelle?” I heard mom say as she came out of the room and caught up with me. I was still in a daze from the conversation with Mr. Roman, cursing his name to the highest degree and replaying the conversation I was supposed to have with Achilles now.“Isabelle?” She called out again, finally getting my attention.“Oh, mom!” I said as my trail of thoughts ended. She looked at me, confused.“Where are you lost? I thought after your talk with Achilles, things would be better, no?” she asked, her voice laced with obvious concern.“Uh…” I exhaled. There was no use telling her what was happenin
Isabelle’s Point of View:After spending three hours of a very… amazing time with Achilles, he told me that he had to go back to the war. This time, it wasn’t as bad as when I heard the first time he left. Obviously, he bid me goodbye in the best way a person can, after meeting with mom and then paying a visit to the basement. It was as if everything was normal again, even though I just sent my husband in one of the most difficult mafia wars.I still couldn’t completely understand what happened. He was suddenly way more angry at me than he normally would be, and then now he was suddenly sorry?I guess I couldn’t judge a man like him against the parameters of a normal person. At the end of the day, I had to admit that I couldn’t be happier that I practically got him back. All my thoughts were killing me, and now it’s been quiet. A silent
Achilles’ Point of View:“Do you want a divorce, Achilles?” Her voice rang in my ears, making my head spin round—and I scoffed.“No! No. What part of ‘I still love you’ screams ‘I want a divorce’ to you?” I said, my breath running out. She opened her eyes and looked at me, her eyes bearing an unreadable expression.“I just—I thought you were letting me down easy. Saying you still—you still loved me but…”“No,” I said and pulled her closer again, holding on to her and trying to reassure her. “God, Isabelle. I love you. No buts. No conditions. No complications.”I could feel her sob against me
Achilles’ Point of View:After thinking for a few minutes, I walked over to Lucy’s room and knocked on her door. She had been here with Isabelle all this time, so she must know her feelings best. I knew I had to apologise to Isabelle, but the more I knew about how she felt, the better it would be.Lucy opened the door, shocked to see me. We barely ever interacted, and if we did, it was to convey a message to someone.“B-boss?” She asked with a little uncertainty and I exhaled.“I need to talk to you about something. Come in my room,” I said as I walked over to my room. I didn’t want to talk to her there because Isabelle might see us but I didn’t wanna barge in her private space either.As we reached my room, it was obvious she was scared and worried about what I wanted to talk about. “Relax. This is about Isabelle.”She nodded slowly, a load of tension leaving her forehead. “Have a seat,” I offered as I sat down on one of the chairs and gestured toward one from across to me.She sat d