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
[This chapter contains mature content. It also includes kinky//BDSM//Dd/lg stuff, so if it’s not your type then you can skip over and it wouldn’t really make a difference to the storyline. Thank you.]Isabelle’s Point of View:We pulled over to Achilles’ apartment and went inside in a rush. It took a lot for me to control myself from kissing him right then and there outside his place, but it probably wouldn’t be a decent image running around in public.As soon as the door was locked, he pulled me in for a hungry kiss, sloppily dominating my mouth with his tongue. His hands traced my hips and waist in a lustful movement, but couldn’t get much access due to my huge dress.He pulled back and quickly unzipped my dress from the back. After it fell down on the floor, he picked me up to help me wiggle out of it without falling down and then kissed me again, not wasting any breath.“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered just like he had done so many times before, and continued smothering me with
Isabelle’s Point of View:“Now,” Ace said, breaking the three-second silence, “Let’s see how long you can hold your orgasm, my little girl, because if you cum without my permission, things are gonna take a turn.”Oh, I could already feel myself on the edge at his words. My legs squirmed sightly with the anticipation of his next moves.I felt him run his fingers over my pussy lips as I moaned. His fingers sent electric jolts across my body. “You’re so fucking wet,” He said and let out a small moan, “so fucking wet by this, aren’t you?”“Mm…” I replied, my eyes closed behind the cloth. I didn’t know he was so good at this, I didn’t even really need him to touch me to take me to paradise. His words were enough rto make me tremble.“W
Isabelle’s Point of View:“Thank you, Rob,” I said with a smile to the guy who just told me how happy he was that I was the Mafia’s first lady. He said he had been having trouble with his wife, and would love to talk about it some time if I could, and I agreed.He left and I returned to my room. Achilles was still gone. He left the day after we made love that night, without even another word. The morning was cold as I searched for him everywhere, only to find out he was on a mission in Europe and would not return for a few weeks.I figured he probably couldn’t spare any time to tell me, otherwise he would have. It had been a week since that day, and he hadn’t returned calls or any messages. My assistant here, the only other woman—Lucy, she told me that whenever “boss” was on a mission, he wouldn’t bear any contacts with the people back in the base. He would only talk to the men he took along with him on the said mission.I heaved a sigh. The thought of my mother crossed my mind for th
Isabelle’s Point of View:“Isabelle!” Someone called out and I turned around, pointing the gun at the man instantly, as my eyes widened in horror. My hands were shaking slightly, not even believing what my eyes were seeing.My breath was hitched up as I saw Cole standing in front of me. What was he doing here? Why was he holding a gun against me? His eyes weren’t the same as before.“Or Nicole. Or whatever fake name you have now…” He said as he took steps toward me, his voice condescending. I tried to look confident, even when I didn’t even know how to shoot at all.“What are you doing here, Cole?”“Oh, you remember me?” He asked, chuckling. “That’s rich. Heard you got married.”“Cole, what’s going on?” I asked again, trying
Achilles’ Point of View:“I am sure this reaches you, Achilles Roman. I have your pretty wife and this isn’t your usual kidnapping. Meet me at 67 Hastings Street and we’ll discuss your downfall.” I read on the phone screen and a deep breath left my mouth at the realisation.I needed to be smart about this. Generally, I wouldn’t even think to dive in and save her, but it wasn’t just me at stake. I was responsible for all of my men, and I had to make the decisions in the capacity of a Mafia boss, and not a husband. I needed to use my head instead of acting on impulse.I left the message on read and kept it down. They must have left the phone on purpose, obviously.“Boss? What’s the plan?” Robert asked me after a few seconds passed, and I put up a strong face. “The person who took Isabelle has called me to 67 Hastings Street for a… negotiation. I believe I should go alone.”“But boss, it might be a trap,” He said, rationalising his point.“I have to take the risk,” I said, still thinking
Isabelle’s Point of View:My heart was trembling with every passing second since Achilles went with Cole. I was so scared of what was going to happen—but relieved that at least he was okay.I knew that now that he was here, I was gonna be alright. Although it was still hard to believe Cole turned out to be like this… I mean, I was aware I did wrong, but did I really deserve to be kidnapped for dating him for three days and leaving? Wouldn’t someone feel like that was a bit of an overreaction?It wasn’t as if I played him for months. I didn’t even wanna play him at all, it was all just a big misunderstanding.My thoughts were interrupted by Achilles and Cole entering the room again after a ten-min
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