I glanced out the window, as the taxi drove into the outskirts of the town. I felt both warmness and anxiousness coming over me as I took in the nostalgic air. Fear of abandonment became my core belief because of events outside of my control when I was just a child. There were ways to fix and counter that, ways to learn by myself. The driver pulled out in front of a big two-storied mansion, as the driver finished parking, my sister came running out of the house and down the stairs. I met halfway as Emilia collided into a warm embrace."Emilia," I contemplated as I took in her familiar scent."Aeval, it's been so long," Emilia whispered with tears in her eyes as she took a minute to look me over. "My God! You're more beautiful than I last saw you." I chuckled heartily holding my little sister by the shoulders. "Have you been eating enough?" Emilia playfully rolled her eyes. But she couldn’t fool me. I could see specks of sadness in her eyes."Oh come on, this is today's beauty stand
"Do you, Enrique Bianchi, take Avel Flores as your lawfully wedded wife?""I do," "Do you, Avel Flores take Enrique Bianchi as your lawfully wedded husband?"I closed my eyes. A deep sigh reverberated through my chest as I held back my tears. What was the point now? The strong facade I wore for years now was slowly slipping. "I do," It was an instant wedding in the late afternoon after two days after my arrival. The area faced the breathtaking sunset. At the end of each seated aisle, jasmine-scented candles hung from naked tree branches. Spread down the aisle were white leaves, as far as the eyes could see, slightly moist so they wouldn’t crack when you stepped on them. We’d have a small group of close family and friends dressed in bright attires only to intensify my anxiousness. On either side of the aisle, they sat in white chairs set up for them on the sand. “Okay, okay Avel, you need to breathe… Can you do that for me?” one of my bridesmaids whispered in my left ear. My cheeks
The ride to my new house was awfully awkward. My face was all red and sweat was pouring down my spine like someone had thrown me in front of the raging lion. Maybe it was true ‘cause Lorenzo Bianchi’s intense gaze was anything but gentle, it was relentless and piercing. For god’s sake, why did he have to ride with us? “Should I open the window?” Enrique asked worriedly. I frowned moving my head to look at him to find his gaze on my hands. I gulped tensely rubbing my sweaty hands on the most expensive dress I had ever worn. His gaze lingered on my face for a moment and I shook my head with a small smile. I was worrying him for no reason. “No, it’s alright,” I mumbled avoiding his gaze to look outside. The environment in the car was intense and even when tried, I couldn’t manage to ignore Lorenzo’s intense gaze as he glared at me from the mirror. Some gazes were the promise of warmth, his was dangerous and lethal. Under different circumstances, I would've been amazed by his mystical
I woke up to the chirping of birds. All my life I had been a heavy sleeper but today was an exception. The gnawing feeling of sleeping in someone’s bed, a stranger who I knew for a day now, was unsettling. I couldn’t sleep. It was uncomfortable. He was still asleep when I woke up. Deciding not to disturb him, I walked into the closet grabbed my clothes and walked into the bathroom. Setting the temperature of the water at warm, I brushed my teeth. Everything felt so strange and wild. My life had taken a whole 360-degree turn in a few days. I broke my own rules by sleeping with a man, marrying his brother and now living under the same roof as him. He must hate me so much. But it was not like it bothered me, life was supposed to be like this, unexpected and bitchy. Mine was too bitchy to be true in fact. Gosh, I hate this so much. I was not allowed to complain cause I was not a saint either. Heaving a deep sigh, I steeped into the shower. The warm shower washed my tiredness away and
Lorenzo uncuffed the buttons of his sleeves and rolled them. Cunning little bitch. His manager followed behind as Lorenzo took large steps not caring about the Middle-aged man’s struggle to keep up with his strides. His mind solely and exclusively focused on certain brunette. Fuck her and her pretended innocence. His jaw clenched tight. The workers around him bowed and made way for their boss. His powerful and domineering aura had people around him feel intimidated by his tall yet muscular physique, the frown that marred his brows, a slight twitch under his eyes and a stone-cold look in his eyes. His assistant was already standing near the door to his office with a conserved expression as he marched down the hallway. She opened the door. “Good morning,-“ she flinched as Lorenzo fidgeted with his wrist watched and unclasped it before throwing it towards her. Her eyes widened as she jumped unsteadily on her five-inch heels scutching them mid-air. Entering the office both his assistant
Burning sensations of tears in her eyes blurred her vision completely. Anger, rage, sadness and whatnot. She couldn’t describe it. It was suffocating. To the point, she didn’t want to go back to the dining hall and see the apathetic selfish face of her father and the delusional facade on Emilia’s face. She should’ve known it. How could she be so easily manipulated? Emilia was always someone who supported her, even when her father kicked her out, she was the only one who was good by her side throughout the time. They had a bond that couldn’t be just described with simple words. But now, everything was changed. How could she do this to her?! She wanted to yell, to scream her fury out. Her selfish desire to marry Lorenzo destroyed Aeval’s life. A feeling of bitterness crawled up her stomach making her dizzy and lightweight. Her steps stumbled as she grabbed the nearby pillar for support. Her breathing was harsh. She couldn’t breathe. When the angst slowly started pouring down, she miss
I was pacing around when Rina wheeled Enrique into the room. Our eyes met for a brief second before he let out a weary exhale. “I’ll manage from here. You can go, Rina.” Did my family leave? I wanted to ask but couldn’t bring myself to. Fidgeting with my hands, I walked to stand behind him. Enrique let out another sigh. I could see the indecisive emotions swirling in his eyes—sympathy wafted enormously. He pitied me. I bit my lips to stop them from wobbling. How could I even think of betraying this man? He might not love me, but he sympathises with me. “How are you feeling?” He asked when I wheeled him to the bed. He was wearing semi-formals, I needed to help him change. “The dinner was quite…unexpected. You must be startled.” He added when I walked into the closet to retrieve his sleeping attire-a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Despite the upheaval in my heart and head, I couldn’t show him how I truly felt. If Father gets a word of it, he might–I shook my head–there was nothing to
As his fingers touched my clit, my face transitioned from the pale pink flush of sexual arousal to the reddish-burning shade of embarrassment.“Lorenzo-”SMACK!My rambling was halted abruptly when he gave me a swift smack on the backside. I became completely still as he embraced me tightly, pressed me against the wall, and passionately kissed me, transporting me back to the first ardent kiss I had shared with him.With determined passion, his lips met mine in a fierce embrace. Our kisses were an enchanting dance, teasing and exploring with tantalizing flicks of our tongues. His motions were both short and deep, stealing my very breath away. As desire coursed through me, his finger traced seductive circles on my breast, the silk adding to the heightened sensations. A sense of delicious anticipation washed over me, recognizing the inevitable regret that would follow tomorrow. He continued to caress my nipple, causing it to stand at attention, defying all odds. A sharp gasp escaped me a
I woke up to a dull ache radiating through every inch of my body, a reminder of every touch, every caress, every demand he had made. The sheets were tangled around me, and his scent clung to my skin like a second layer. For a fleeting moment, I let myself sink into the remnants of the night—the heat, the darkness, the sheer madness of Lorenzo. But the urgency jolted me back, reality piercing through the hazy memories.My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I registered was that I was alone. I cursed under my breath, bolting upright, my hand reflexively going to my neck, brushing over the tender, bruised skin. His marks. My pulse raced as the memories crashed over me, each one sharper, more unforgiving, than the last."Dammit," I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, the soreness making me wince as I tried to stand. How could I have let this happen? I’d stayed, slept, and worse—forgotten myself. I was supposed to have left hours ago, maybe never have come here at al
I was shackled, not by chains but by his gaze—a prison I had willingly stepped into. Every inch of my skin tingled under his intense scrutiny, under the weight of his possessive stare. This wasn't a man who would simply let me walk away. No, he was the kind that thrived on power, the kind who would stake his claim and carve his initials into your very soul.Lorenzo watched me, his dark eyes devouring every tremor that ran through my body. He didn’t move closer, but he didn’t need to. His presence alone wrapped around me like smoke, thick, intoxicating, slipping under my skin and into my veins. I could almost feel him there, whispering that this—this ache, this surrender—was as inevitable as the tides. “What are you thinking, Bella?” he asked, his voice low, honeyed poison sliding across my skin. “Are you still trying to convince yourself you can resist?”I swallowed hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But he knew. He always knew. He took his time, his thumb tracing over his
The invitation came in the form of a package, just like last time. But this time, the note was brief, almost careless.Tonight. Same place. Wear this. My hands trembled as I opened the box, pulling aside the layers of tissue paper to reveal what lay beneath. The dress—if you could even call it that—was an assault on my senses, a vivid, cherry-red creation of lace and satin. It was delicate, sheer in all the wrong places, and designed to make me feel exposed. Vulnerable. The colour itself screamed danger, passion, a warning I should’ve heeded but couldn’t.The fabric was soft, and seductive, yet far too revealing. The plunging neckline would leave little to the imagination, while the lace clung to every curve, emphasizing parts of myself I wanted to hide. The thin straps that crisscrossed down the back were more decorative than functional, and the hemline barely grazed the tops of my thighs. It was less of a dress and more of a promise—one that Lorenzo intended to collect on.Pervert.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, every second dragging painfully slow as I tried to carry on as if nothing had changed. As if I wasn't breaking into a thousand pieces from the inside out. But with every glance, every smirk Lorenzo threw my way, I felt those shards dig deeper, tearing me apart.Enrique had left for his physiotherapy session, leaving me and Lorenzo alone in the house. The silence settled between us like a thick fog, heavy with unspoken words and dangerous truths. I was cleaning the dishes, my hands scrubbing the plates harder than necessary, trying to focus on anything but the man leaning against the counter, watching me like a predator eyeing its prey."You’re quiet today, Aeval," he said, his voice cutting through the air, smooth and taunting. "Lost in thought?"I didn’t respond, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood again. I could feel his gaze boring into me, dissecting me piece by piece, stripping me down to the raw, guilty nerves that he knew were there. I kep
I stood in the kitchen the next morning though my hands were trembling as I cracked the eggs into the skillet. My body was sore. Screw that damned man.He was so big. That I didn’t notice how much it’d hurt after that. He twisted and bend me to his will.The sizzle filled the silence, but I couldn’t stop my mind from replaying the night before. Lorenzo’s touch lingered on my skin like a burn that refused to heal, even as I tried to focus on the simple task of making breakfast. It was miracle I sneaked into the house without anyone noticing. Enrique was fast asleep. Grateful for his sleeping pills. But in the corner of my heart, I couldn’t shake the pain. He looked so peaceful sleeping. And as his wife, I slept with his brother. I was ashamed of myself. To the point I couldn’t sleep anymore and woke up earlier than anyone. What kind of person had I become? I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror this morning. Couldn’t bear to see the guilt in my own eyes, knowing what I had done. W
Slapping against me from behind Lorenzo reached around and find my clit with his thumb. Alternating between small light circles and hard-pushing snaps he stimulated me inside and out as I lost all control and was nothing but clay in his hands. I felt my body tensing as the cliff of passion appeared before me. I was running up that cliff climbing higher and higher, feeling his strong cock lifting and pushing me, his hands teasing and twisting me, my pussy quivering on him I saw the edge of the cliff. My legs were tense against him. I tried to hold back but my whole body became rigged as the relentless motion pushed and prodded me. My mouth dropped open as my hands grip the sheets ready to jump off that cliff and then...I flew. My pleasure moaned filled the room as my muscles jerked and spasmed and my body gripped and convulses on his rock-hard cock. I let go of everything – my mind, my need, my self, my soul I was just a quivering mass of warm, wet delight. I collapsed on the bed as he
As his fingers touched my clit, my face transitioned from the pale pink flush of sexual arousal to the reddish-burning shade of embarrassment.“Lorenzo-”SMACK!My rambling was halted abruptly when he gave me a swift smack on the backside. I became completely still as he embraced me tightly, pressed me against the wall, and passionately kissed me, transporting me back to the first ardent kiss I had shared with him.With determined passion, his lips met mine in a fierce embrace. Our kisses were an enchanting dance, teasing and exploring with tantalizing flicks of our tongues. His motions were both short and deep, stealing my very breath away. As desire coursed through me, his finger traced seductive circles on my breast, the silk adding to the heightened sensations. A sense of delicious anticipation washed over me, recognizing the inevitable regret that would follow tomorrow. He continued to caress my nipple, causing it to stand at attention, defying all odds. A sharp gasp escaped me a
I was pacing around when Rina wheeled Enrique into the room. Our eyes met for a brief second before he let out a weary exhale. “I’ll manage from here. You can go, Rina.” Did my family leave? I wanted to ask but couldn’t bring myself to. Fidgeting with my hands, I walked to stand behind him. Enrique let out another sigh. I could see the indecisive emotions swirling in his eyes—sympathy wafted enormously. He pitied me. I bit my lips to stop them from wobbling. How could I even think of betraying this man? He might not love me, but he sympathises with me. “How are you feeling?” He asked when I wheeled him to the bed. He was wearing semi-formals, I needed to help him change. “The dinner was quite…unexpected. You must be startled.” He added when I walked into the closet to retrieve his sleeping attire-a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Despite the upheaval in my heart and head, I couldn’t show him how I truly felt. If Father gets a word of it, he might–I shook my head–there was nothing to
Burning sensations of tears in her eyes blurred her vision completely. Anger, rage, sadness and whatnot. She couldn’t describe it. It was suffocating. To the point, she didn’t want to go back to the dining hall and see the apathetic selfish face of her father and the delusional facade on Emilia’s face. She should’ve known it. How could she be so easily manipulated? Emilia was always someone who supported her, even when her father kicked her out, she was the only one who was good by her side throughout the time. They had a bond that couldn’t be just described with simple words. But now, everything was changed. How could she do this to her?! She wanted to yell, to scream her fury out. Her selfish desire to marry Lorenzo destroyed Aeval’s life. A feeling of bitterness crawled up her stomach making her dizzy and lightweight. Her steps stumbled as she grabbed the nearby pillar for support. Her breathing was harsh. She couldn’t breathe. When the angst slowly started pouring down, she miss