She was glancing out of the window with half opened eyes. She wanted him to ask to go home instead of his father's house.
'I would have never done this to them. I was sure they would try to kill me when I saw the look in their eyes after fear. They're crazy and cruel people.'
" We're home, my love." His saccharine voice drew her attention.
She closed her eyes and placed her head on his shoulder, "Can we go home, Ales? Our home?" She asked.
She perceived his lips pressing on her head, "Open your eyes," He asked tenderly.
Unfurling, she glanced into his beautiful eyes and then drifted out of the window. Her lips parted into a huge grin when she saw his penthouse's building. Enthusiastically, she opened the door and interl
Her eyes flung open when she heard someone rapping on the door. She blinked her eyes and her attention flocked to the door. Pushing herself up, she drifted toward the door. The door creaked open before she could open. Matteo emerged from behind the door. "Hi," He smirked, charmingly, looking at her from behind the door. Her lips twitched up. It made her forget her husband's cruelty, "Hi, when did you come?" She asked, hurrying her steps to the door. He kissed her cheek and stared at her with slightly furrowed brows, "Don't make yourself a target," He said, Pocketing his hand. She shook her head, glancing behind him tilting her head. Her gaze met his intense gaze, "I don't know. what are you saying?" She muttered, straightenin
The broad door led her deep into the penthouse. She hadn't been to this part of the house. But she was glad to be back here instead of his father's house. She didn't want to know. What would be going on in Giovanni and Elizabeth's minds? She stared at the grass, sitting behind the glass wall. The cool air was sending shivers down her spine. She turned off the AC. The thought of being locked with Nico and Bianca sent shivers down her spine again. But it was scary this time. She was having difficulty seeping into the reality of her husband. She ran her fingers in her hair, trying to think about her hair, make up, and new dresses. 'I can't call Emlyn. She won't object to it. I don't need to ask. I can tell. She knows - Who are they? What do they do for a living or I should say power? More than food on their plates. It seems - Who is empowering the world wi
Her gaze caught the cocktail diamond rings and golden bangles. Her cheeks turned red with shyness. She lowered her gaze to hide the colors. "We're trying," Alessandro's reply shocked her more. She felt tingles in her body. Elizabeth smiled, "I'm baptising them," "Of course, grandma," Alessandro said. "Dad is seeking for you," Matteo said, frowning. "Be a gentleman, Matteo," Elizabeth said, smiling. Matteo kissed her cheek, "How are you, sister-in-law?" "Good," She smiled. Matteo rolled his eyes at Elizabeth and held out his hand for her. Rapturously, Elizabeth wrapped her arm around his and Matteo led her to the dance floor. "Genuinely, I didn't expect this from Elizabeth, particularly for me, she smiled at me. She di
Panic clawed her as her eyes snapped open. Her thoughts were girthed with fear that he would know that she tried to run away and worse - He'd think she tried to escape with Diego asking for his help. Her chin began to quiver. Her eyes turned glassy. She held her breath and peeked around. She let out a huge breath. Stepped out of the bed, she stumbled toward the door. Her trembling hand reached for the door, "There are guards outside," She recognized her voice. She spun and breathed out slowly, seeing Emlyn, "I'm not running. Where's Ales? I need to talk to him." She said in a groggy voice. Her grip was tightened on the doorknob. Emlyn rushed at her exasperatedly, stopping at her face, "You know what he can do to our family," she snarled. "He won't do anything," She snapped, letting go of her grip. Her knees wobbled.&n
She stumbled on her feet as she walked toward the hall. She stopped with fear and confusion. She wasn't certain it was a gunshot's sound or something heavy had just fallen. She trotted toward the hall. Her eyes widened when a strong hold grasped her and yanked her back. A hand came over her mouth, blocking her scream. Her eyes met a dark set of grey eyes, his hair was grey, the forehead was creased, but his expression was soft. She blinked, her heart pounding, she pushed the man away. He was looking like an aristocratic, noble, respected gentleman. She stopped struggling for a second. Blinking, she came out of her shock zone and pushed him away with both of her hands. Her body jolted with fear again when she heard another gunshot. She stopped struggling and looked over t
She drove a car to her usual meeting place with Emlyn. Her self-respect was bigger than anything right now. She parked the car and pulled the hood over to her face. She glanced over the shoulder to see the guards. His guards were respectful toward her but she wanted time for herself. Locking the car, she sauntered toward the door. She pushed open the door and stood as she saw Emlyn with Camila. She ungripped the handle and the door slid closed. Astonished, she whirled to pace toward the car. Her entire body was rigid and pain could be seen through her eyes. She had a glimpse of Matt looking at her from behind the tree. She must not have noticed him if she were in a cheery mood. "Barbie," Sh
Many things astounded her. There was no guard visible in the doorway. Her father should be in the hospital in case he could be injured. It was a new thing for her, she had seen this kind of love only for his real daughter. It was the second time when she had seen him smiling because of her. The first was when she agreed to marry Alessandro. She walked toward the door. She shuddered in fear when she saw all the guards holding guns, Romero was issuing the orders. "Romero," Her voice was weak, full of puzzlement, eyes wandering on their dangerous faces. "We heard a gunshot," Romero walked over to her and halted his feet in front of her. His predatory gaze roamed around her, seeking danger. "But I didn't hear anything," She said, gulping looking at his back at the tall, broad shoulders men. Romero saw at the beeline of
A chill slithered down her spine when his gaze lifted to her. She grew wary and tense as fury formed in his eyes, " I can't speak if you're giving me that look.' She said, "But you're speaking," He retorted, taking a step closer. It took everything in her not to step back. She thinned her lips not letting her anger control her mind, "I can see you already know. Like other things," She retorted back. His signature smirk flashed over his face. Her eyes widened, pupils dilated. His smirk astounded her, scared her and sent a wave of warmth at the pit of her stomach. His other step at her made her heart pound louder in her chest, "Dad caught in an accident. He needed money to settle it." She blurted. He tersely nodded his head and took out his phone again. He hovered his thumb over the screen. She kept looking over his t
EPILOGUE She ran her hand on her hair. A rare smile was over her face but there was fear too. She wasn't certain she would like to see her baby surrounded by danger. Deep concern embedded her expression. Elizabeth had invited them to dinner. She hadn't spent a pleasant day with her family. She was scared they would say or do something which would only upset her. The horror of what they had done to her in her past, how they wanted her out of her husband's life. She couldn't forget anything. She buried her fear and drew herself on her feet. She wanted to deny it. But Elizabeth was nice to her now. She didn't want to think about the past. She sounded excited hearing about
She felt pain as she opened her eyes. First, she noticed mumbles out of the door and then pain. She pushed herself on her feet and sprinted toward the mirror. She closed her eyes for a second, holding the edge of vanity to support her weight. Gradually, She opened her eyes, running her gaze over the sutures. She felt goosebumps over her arms in fear he could have killed her. She was certain after watching five sutures. She was also certain about one thing, Alessandro would make his remaining breathing worse than hell. She spun on her heels as she heard the mumbles getting louder. She walked over to the door. She wanted to check the lock. Lifting her hand, she curled her hand over the doorknob.
She was walking out on the grass, the sun was shining bright. She was wearing a designer grey cardigan and black jeans. She was loving the sun heat on her skin. She drifted her gaze around. Her guards were patrolling the area. She sat on the chair and closed her eyes, resting her head back, enjoying the sunlight over her skin. A soft smile touched her lips as she thought about her husband. He took her out, the time she spent in the park with him, his guards weren't surrounding them. But she was aware of them. Her lips curled more in a full smile. Her body jerked with fear when she felt cold metal on her neck and a rough hand gripping her by shoulder rudely. Her eyes snapped open. She saw a filthy face grinning down at
After eating her meal, she came back to her room. She didn't want to be in the same room where she had seen someone dying. She spun to Alessandro. He was in a deep talk with Kruzenski. "Ales," She softly said. Kruzenski smiled broadly and she noticed a dimple in his right cheek. Alessandro noticed her hesitation, "Yes," He asked. "I don't wanna stay in this room." She said, gulping. She lowered her gaze to avoid his harsh expression. She was expecting him to deny her. Alessandro glanced at her, "Sure, you can shift the room." Kruzenski held out his hand. She looked at her husband before linking h
She bit on her lower lip softly as she began to turn the stick in her hand to see the result. She froze when she felt a cold metal pressing against her forehead. She twirled gradually, eyes widened, heart pounding loud in her chest. Her eyes met a smirking, notorious man, she recognized him from the airport. His lower lip was bright red and swollen. She pushed herself back, the stick fell from her hand, making a soft sound. She heard the click from his gun. She swallowed in fear looking into his smirking eyes. "What should I do first? Moy angel." He smirked evilly. She lifted her knees and hit him with full force. The man groaned in pain, "Yobanaya suka!" He glared at her and pointed the gun at her head.
His arm was warming and comforting as they walked down the plane, "It's cold here," She said, watching the mist around herself. Her skin was looking more white because of the cold. He pulled her closer, "You wanna be at the cold place," He looked at her. "Yeah, but it's too much." She rubbed her hands together. His expression hardened as he saw two men walking to them in black suits, "Get in the car," He said to her, motioning at Cassio. "Ales," His dark glare shut her up. Sadness clouded her beautiful features. Without wasting a second, she twirled on her heels and trotted toward the car. She was perplexed that Cassio wasn't wearing warm clothes, still, there was no sign of coldness over his face.&nbs
The next side of her was empty as she climbed down the bed and drifted her gaze around. Her gaze stopped on the half opened door. She smiled and plucked her steps toward the washroom, gathering her hair in a bun. She brushed her teeth and grabbed the towel from the hook. She took a quick shower. Taking a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she spun to the bedroom door. She was draped into a red mini dress, and thigh shoes, the soft curls of her hair were dancing with her every move. Alessandro harbored the beast, no one wanted to face. When she pulled the door, her husband was standing on the other side of the door. Her smile couldn't hide from flashing, "Good morning," Her gleeful voice re
She was toying with her phone, staring blankly at the kitchen. Her mind was hovering over where her brother was sitting on the metal chair, his nose was bleeding. Her throat tightened. She believed that he wouldn't hurt him. Footsteps echoed in the hall. It wasn't Alessandro as he never made a noise, nor did he make noise neither his guards. She whirled her head and a broad smile appeared on her face. Drawing herself on her feet, she rushed at him and jumped in his arms. Noah caught her, wrapping her in his arms. Instantly, she pulled her face back and gazed at her brother, "Your nose looks okay." She sm
It was hard for her to adjust to her new world when she was certain she didn't want to be at this wedding. With passing time, things changed. Her likeness turned into love. His fingers dug in her skin. Breaking her thoughts, she looked at him. He pushed open the door of the bedroom. She could never bring herself to insist, to know more about his dark life. She was so pleased with his caring nature that tears appeared in her eyes. For a moment, she couldn't see him clearly. He glanced down at her and scowled, "Does it hurt?" He asked, turning his gaze to her arm. Blinking, she noticed his handsome face and blue gaze, "Do you always face danger?" She asked. He looked at her, "Ups and downs are a part of life. I don't care m