She had lost track of time as pondering over her marriage. The pain was getting worse every day. She was planning to go with him. No excuse could persuade him to agree.
She paced toward the dress lying on the mattress. Her gaze went to the clock. He must come home soon. Her heart pounded, imagining Bianca and her cruel father sitting around her husband. Her eyes began to sting but she was certain not to cry.
She took a deep breath and grabbed the dress. ' I won't allow them to degrade me. She should be the one. She's marrying my husband. I'm not ruining someone else's marriage. I don't allow him to touch me. Is it the reason he easily agreed to marry her? Of course, what could be else? Go to hell. I don't care. But why does mere thought hurt so much? '
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Her jaw hung slack as she scanned the view in front of her. She let the shock sweep over her. She gazed at her husband, a question hovering over her mind, "It's not your grandma's place." She asked.He flashed his lopsided smirk. Her heels clicked on the marble floor. She stared at white walls decorated with real plants and flowers. This look was from one of the magazines."You could have told me," She couldn't hold back her smile."Then I won't be able to see you smile." He said as he pulled the chair out for her.Her gaze turned depressed. 'Will he plan dinners for her, too?' His fa
He was dressed in a black suit. But his expressions were unreadable A new kind of fear surged through her body. Her heart was racing rapidly. She was afraid. He would shove the divorce papers at her at any time. A part of her expected him to cancel his engagement. But his grandma wouldn't let it happen. She hardened herself against the pain. 'Emlyn is busy in her life. At least, she won't go through all this. Romero won't do this. They love each other. And we! He got me instead of his debt. Huge difference. I'm just a thing for him. ' "Nico, where is Romero?" She asked as she couldn't see him today. Her husband was already gone befo
She glanced at the dark skin of her phone. She was missing her sister and wanted to apologize but it wasn't her fault, why should she feel sorry then? She was struggling between calling her and avoiding her. She had to make an effort not to advance her hand and hit on her number. 'She isn't staying in our apartment. She lied to me. And hid the facts. That isn't.... how our sisterhood works. Alessandro is engaged. This hits me every second and mocks me - how could I endure it? Why didn't I ask for a divorce? It's illegal. He can't have a second wife when I'm still alive. I don't trust Elizabeth, a Proud Egoistic woman who can order to kill me too. But that's not my concern. She's enjoying torturing me. I won't let her have her happiness. I can't ask Ales, but Lorenzo and Matteo must have known when he's going to marry her. I haven't hated anyone. Bianca, I hate her beyond the limit. Her eyes were far away caught in h
She slammed her head back and shut her eyes tight. Her eyes burned and tears slid down her cheeks. There was no such thing that could take the pain away that she was feeling in her chest. 'He got engaged. He will marry her too. What does she mean by 'You're attending it too?' Fuck off, old woman. ' Someone rapped on the door, "Barbie, let me in." She heard Emlyn. She took a deep breath and swiped her hands under her cheeks. She wasn't feeling herself like before. But she couldn't show her that she was broken, his wedding was affecting her. Spinning, she opened the door and confidently looked into her eyes. "Are you alright?" Emlyn asked. She was grasping the door, "Why are you asking this? I just don't like her." She whirled leaving the door open and walked over to the couch.
She couldn't stop yapping when she was scared and nervous, "Instead of telling me that I won't marry her. He sent me to the kitchen to cook. What he thinks of himself. " Her facial expression twisted. But she was also excited he never stayed home for lunch. He walked in the hall. His lips pulled tight, "Don't tell me you have changed your mind. I've spent an hour in there," She gestured at the kitchen. His blazing eyes rested on her. She swallowed. 'What's got him all fired up in just an hour? If it would be about his wedding. He could drop. No one would be more glad than me.' "We're leaving," His voice suddenly sent a shocking tremble to
'I like his idea, kidnap him. I want to execute it as soon as I can. Though I haven't tried anything like this before. But kidnapping my husband sends tingles in my body. ' She took a long shower. She didn't hear anything from her husband. She changed into black flexible jeans, black full sleeves top. She tucked her hair in a ponytail. Grabbing a black animal printed scarf, she hurried out of the room. ' I don't know. Where's his room? A maid must have known the way,' She was walking through the hallway, staring at the roof and the decor around her. This place was like an elegant palace. She felt two hands upper her arms. Her head jerked in front of her alarmingly. She breathed, "Lilliana, I'm sorry. I didn't see you." She apologized with a nervous smile on her lips. She hadn't been in talks wit
Furiously, she pushed opened the door and darted her gaze around. Her eyes caught the sight of his car keys resting on the glass table. Sauntering over it, she grabbed the keys and shoved them in her shorts pocket. She heard the water running in the washroom. She stood at the side of the door and took out the knife she took from the tray. She waited for him to come out. 'I can do it. I won't hurt him. He's my husband. I'm just kidnapping him until the weekend. That's it. I'll persuade him to refuse this wedding. ' She consoled herself but the knife was shivering in her hand. A wounded look appeared on her face. But she wanted to save her marriage. She didn't want him to marry Bianca or anyone. The door opened. He w
She stole a glimpse of his half-naked body. She woke up early today. She glanced at the clock, it was showing five o'clock in the early morning. She woke up with him at 3 am when he slid away under the comforter and couldn't sleep. He started his day at the gym. His blue eyes bored into her as he grabbed the dark blue shirt from the edge of the bed, "Go back to sleep." He said, it didn't feel order but she laid back and kept her eyes open trained on him. She was watching him shamelessly. Softly, she was rubbing her thumb on the comforter. But her lazy gaze was following his every move when he donned his shirt and buttoned it. He walked toward the bed. Perching himself on the edge of the bed, he leaned in and kissed her cheek. His gaze was questioning. She was waiting for him to question her. But he did
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