GUILIAEverything happened in a blur after that. From the time Roberto told me I was his daughter, to his conversation with Mark before he took me with him. Within a month, I had changed from a girl who had nothing to a princess of a damned villa. It was surreal. Like a dream, I would probably wake from if I pinched myself hard. But I dared not do that. The dream was one I didn't want to wake from. A month into living in the villa, and getting dotted on, I started picking up titbits of memories I'd forgotten. More intense was the one that hit me last, one that caused tears to stream down my eyes.I had lost a baby. Not only that, but it would be difficult to conceive again, if not impossible. Though Dr Sheldon promised it would happen.Roberto tried to console me, but I refused to be consoled. Oddly enough, the thoughts of so many things at my disposal didn't ease the heaviness in my heart. Wealth couldn't fill the hole, couldn't mend the broken heart. I cried myself to sleep last n
MARKHolding Giulia close, I buried my face in her hair, inhaling the familiar scent that grounded me. Fuck, I missed this. It felt like I’d been drifting for so long, waiting for this exact moment to feel whole again. Just holding her, feeling the gentle rhythm of her breath, was enough to make the world outside our embrace fade away. As I sighed, she slowly pulled back, her beautiful eyes searching mine, sending silent messages only the two of us could understand. Her gaze softened, and I felt an ache that I recognized as much in her expression as in myself.A single tear slipped down her cheek. My guts twisted. Her lip trembled slightly. “I missed you,” she whispered. Despite how beautiful she looked with the silent stream on her face, I couldn't bear to see her this way. I reached up and brushed the tears away, lingering my touch on her cheek to enjoy the warmth a little longer. Without saying a word, I leaned in and pressed my lips softly to hers, savouring the taste of her l
NOTE: You can read this work as a standalone, but for better clarification, I would recommend that you read the first book.GIULIAI kept peeking behind me as I dashed down the busy streets of Madrid. Most of the pedestrians gave me curious looks as I weaved through them. My heart was thumping violently in my chest. I was sweating, but that was the least of my problems.I knew there was no way those monsters could have tracked me from the States to Spain, but I couldn't help my intrusive thoughts.I securely gripped my purse, clutching it to myself to discourage pickpockets. The minute I left the airport, I went to a Bureau de Change to get my currency changed from Dollar to Euro. I only had 700 Euros with me, and I hoped to use it sparingly.I intended to find a motel that wouldn't cost more than £3. If that was possible. I didn't mind living in a rat-infested place until I got a job, which didn't sound like something that would have happened anytime soon.“Sorry!” I apologized to a
MARK"This isn't all." For the second time, I grabbed the bundle of cash on the table, threw it up, and promptly caught it midair. "You're lying. This isn't all."The idiot, who stood by the fireplace with his palms clasped before him, laughed nervously."Boss, that's all."I sighed and leaned better into the chair, so my head could rest on the pillowy boobs of the lady I was to spend the night with. She promptly weaved her fingers into my hair and began to massage my scalp.The room was dark—I had ordered all the lights to be turned off—because it was better to think in the dark, and I didn't want to miss the natural glow from the sky.The embers in the fireplace combined beautifully with the glow from the moon to give the sitting room just the amount of light sufficient for me."Kenzo," I called out softly. A figure materialized from the dark and stood before me. The room became pin-drop silent."Yes, boss. You called me." A dark handsome man with a few scars on his face — his pride
GUILIAFucking arse hole! I gritted my teeth, trudging down the street, still thinking of that weirdo. Grumbling, I shoved what I purchased into my purse. I would have to eat that when I got to the place I would spend the night in. My stomach rumbled, but I ignored it. It wasn't as if this was the first time I had gone hungry for the entire day. My foster parents frequently starved me whenever I did something they warned me against. And did it work? Of course, not. Mary, most times, laughed at how willful I was. A pity she never fully got to know why I was that way. Halfway down the streets, my eyes landed on a neon light. 'De Parish Bar.' Huh? I frowned at the long line of people waiting at the door to be ushered in. I peered around the place, noting how deserted it was. In my angry state, I didn't realize where I was heading. It seemed I left the road I took to the convenience store, for the one behind it. I grimaced as a certain thought came to mind. I touched my purse. The
GUILIA“How dare you?!” Before I could stop myself, I had already landed a slap on his face. My patience had gotten to its yielding point. Almost immediately, three of the men sitting behind us rose. Attired in identical red suits, they seemed to be together. I observed in fear as the guys approached me. The man I slapped cocked his head to the side as a smile danced on his lips. “Do you think you have a say in this, pumpkin? You will come with me!” He added with a bit of force, eyes gleaming with mischief. I anxiously darted around at the party going on in full swing. None of them were aware of what was taking place. Even the bartender acted like he was blind.I gulped, turning my head slowly to look at him. “In your fucking dreams! Even if I want to shag, it wouldn't be with someone as ugly as you are.”I could even manage the pervert I met at the convenience store and the stupid bartender. Hell, I would manage anyone as long as they are not this psycho. The man smirked. “I lo
GUILIAMy mouth tasted acrid, almost the same as it did when I received an injection months ago. I coughed, feeling an acute pain in my lungs. My eyes felt heavy — like something glued them together.“You have to treat her well. I didn't spend five million euros for nothing. Get her ready for tonight,” a voice instructed. It sounded so familiar, but I couldn't rack my brain enough to place the voice.“We will do as you ordered, my Lord,” another voice —feminine—affirmed.I heard footsteps before the bang of the door. I tried to force my eyes open, but the heaviness was still on my lid.It wasn't until I dozed off and woke up for the third time that I finally opened my eyes. I was in a tiny room. There were no windows to tell the time. Aside from a couch not too far from the bed I was sprawled on, there was nothing in the chamber. They painted the walls red, a sharp contrast to the light green tiles used. The huge chandelier, hanging from the roof shed sufficient light to the place.I
MARKThat was the most awkward situation I'd ever gotten into.I mean, who does she think she is? I got my share of arse and pussy whenever the hell I wanted. And I got them in bulk, too! Why would I need to beat around the bush just for a feel?The people in the store kept throwing me crazy looks even after the lady I helped from splitting her skull on the floor walked out.There was the particular grandma who kept looking away from the carrots to steal a glance at the perv who touched a 'helpless' lady's arse.Pathetic!I gritted my teeth as I walked to the end of the shelf and snatched three chocolate bars.When I turned back, too many eyes were on me. The little patience I had left flew out of the window."What the fuck you imps lookin' at?!!!" I yelled. It got the desired effect. Seconds later, the store was back to normal. I went around the shelves, fuming and picking things that were not even necessary. On second thought, I grabbed a loaf of garlic bread and some apple juice f