A woman recently came out of an abusive marriage thinking that she is free, it's soon taken from her when her uncle's arrange her into another marriage with a feared man and head of the Greek mafia. Lucifer Drakos Hatred for the married couple spills causing dark secrets and lies to unleash into the marriage which will endanger the couple. Will one of them get killed from their past or both families go into war from the secrets which may cause the deaths for the married couple. Lucifer Drakos She’s my weakness, my obsession. I’m not a good man. I never pretended to be one. She can love me, but she can’t change me. I can, however, change her.
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Hilarious if you ask me.I will never forget the day when my freedom was forcefully taken away from me the minute I said "I do." at the altar in front of dozens of eyes gawking at me...I was screaming my lungs out on the inside, wanting to rip my heart out.I lost everything, the reason to live, the reason to love, the reason to breathe.I tried, Jesus I tried so hard to end the suffering but it only made the situation worse to the point I couldn't even recognize myself anymore.But today, today is the day I finally get my freedom back.I continue to scrape the edge of the blade along the steel rod as I stare into the lifeless eyes of the painting of my husband hanging on the kitchen wall in front of me.Five fucking years. Tortured by my dear husband.I called out for help, they laughed at me like I was nothing. They laughed at me like I was not human. Like I somehow deserved the pain and endless torture.I let out a sigh, a tear gently caressing my cheek, dripping onto the kitchen island.The timer goes off for the roast chicken in the oven. I set the knife and the rod down walking over to the oven. I put on my oven mitts and took out the chicken, it sizzled the smell of butter and garlic lingered in the air.Today is a special day for me and my husband.The sound of the front door shuts and a small smile stretches across my face.His home.I hear heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen, it finally comes to stop and I feel his stare burning as my back is faced towards him.I put on a fake smile and turn around."You're just in time for dinner." I beamed, removing the oven mitts.His brown eyes grew suspicious by my behavior. His hair was wizened and straw-like, nearly fossilized. It was so dry. He had intense cold, way worn eyes and a distinctive beard. It wasn't thick, His face was toil worn and tanned from exposure to the elements.He loosens his tie around his neck and removes his jacket, before walking out of the kitchen he flashes me a quick glance and walks away.My grip around the mitts tighten as I picture myself strangling his neck , suffocating him to death.I took a deep breath, my eyes focused on the open entrance of the kitchen, I reached over the top drawer pulling it open and heaved a small bottle containing cyanide salt.I've been collecting seeds from the core of an apple for a long time. It takes several thousand crushed seeds of an apple to kill someone. What's so special about an apple is that the seeds contain cyanide. It cuts out oxygen from the body, stopping the brain and the heart which are the most important organs in your body.It's a quick and effective way to get rid of someone without suspicion. Especially if you are the wife and live in a world where crime is a way of survival.Tucking it in my apron front pocket, I scurry into the dining room with other dishes I prepared earlier, gently setting the chicken in the middle of the table.Soft melodious music was playing in the background; Nocturne No.2 , the room lighting dim setting of a warm cozy atmosphere with romantic scented vanilla candles, placed in every corner of the room. I love the smell of vanilla. The beautiful crystal chandelier hangs above the dining table, the table filled with many options of food.Salad, freshly baked bread, roasted chicken, steamed seasoned vegetables and the classic red wine.I quickly dish both our plates with small portions of all the food options I prepared today from scratch . Pulling out the cyanide salt I sprinkle it onto my husband's plate. Making sure that each grain is not wasted.When I heard footsteps I shove the bottle of salt back into my apron pocket and walked over to my side of the table which was the far end of the table.I removed my apron, revealing my black pencil dress as it hugged my body portraying every inch of my curves. I set the apron underneath the table and took a seat, patiently waiting for my husband.Moments later he walks in wearing a nightgown with a lit Cuban cigar resting at the corner of his chapped lips. He takes a puff before sitting down.I shuffled comfortably in my seat, grabbing the knife and fork and began to dig in my meal. His eyes seemed to laser in on me as if I was his target for the day. Ignoring him I continue to enjoy my meal unbothered by his threatening gaze.I take the wine glass, my lips pressing the rim of the glass as I sip on the wine, my gaze lifts and meets my husband.Smiling, setting the glass down I say. "Eat, the food will get cold."He took one last pull before burning out the cigar and set it aside for later. He slowly cut the meat as his eyes watched me carefully.I watch closely when he brings the piece of meat to his mouth, chewing it as he gawks at me.He pauses and swallows."How is it?" I ask, buttering my bread. "Good." he stated and continued to stuff his face with vegetables and meat.I picked up a few vegetables with the fork and ate it, after I took another sip of the wine. The bitter-sweet liquid trails down my throat.A silent moment passes, I lift a brow when I catch him clearing his throat as his breathing becomes heavier."What the fuck is in this?" he demands, staring at me wide eyed. I fight back a smile and reply as I cut through the chicken in front of my plate. "I think I might have added a lot of paprika."He yanks the glass of wine and gulps it down but that only makes it worse, he coughs violently, his wrinkled hand gripping his chest as he tries to breathe.I sit there quietly, watching him with satisfaction.His eyes grow terrified, anxiety creeping in from the depth of his soul. He looked around confused by his surroundings. His skin turning red, thick veins popping out from the side of his head to his neck. He tries to stand up but falls back down to his seat gasping for air.My painted red lips curl up into a smirk, "I forgot to mention that I added a special ingredient for my special husband..." I pause, twirling the red liquid in the glass. "Cyanide salt." I let out blankly.He looks at me terrified and angry, I glare back bitterness awaking under my skin.His gasp becomes shallow, tears pouring out of his eyes, his body trembling uncontrollably.I took another bite of my food then sipped on the wine watching my husband's life slowly being sucked out of his body.He takes one last breath, his head dropping onto the plate with a half eaten meal.Silence pours out into the room, the only sound is the soft classical music humming in the air. I continued to eat my food. My gaze focused on my husband's lifeless body.Once I am done, I refill my glass of wine, lifting it to the air, I stare blankly into space and smile."Happy Anniversary, skurwielu."23rd April 2015Laughter filled the room.Placing the tray filled with all sorts of fruits on the table, I inhale the intoxicated scent of tobacco."The corruption inside the police force is a fucking blessing." One of Vicktors friends chirp, his round figure sits on the chair like a block with a thick neck and red face, his thin hair slicked to the slide to cover his bald spot. He blows out a puff of smoke before releasing an aggressive cough causing me to cringe. "Tell me about it, those bastards will fall to their knees just to be bribed with money. So fucking desperate." The other man says besides me, his copper hair with white strands of hair kisses his cream toned forehead. He lifts his gaze, his eyes dropping to my breast as I reach out to grab the empty tray sitting on the table. I try to ignore his perverted gaze, just as I was about to leave he says something that causes me to pause in my tracks. "Vicktor, where did you get her?" He questions, gesturing his head towards me
"Angelo was not working alone." Abel declares, jamming his hands in his pockets. Prince walks out of the warehouse as he pulls out a cigarette from his pack, sliding the pack back into his jacket then lights it up, he inhales the red cherry blaring bright then pulls the cigarette from his mouth as he puffs out the smoke. He stops right in front of us, his eyes scanning my body. "What?" I snapped at him. "The blood ruined your suit. There is no need to wash it, you should throw that shit away instead." He suggested, gesturing to my clothes covered in Angelo's blood that is now soaked into the fabric and has dried up. I stared down at myself and shrugged before turning my attention back to my brother. "Why do you say that?" I questioned, my gaze narrowed in suspicion. "We know he's jumped right but people on the street are saying that Angelo was not the only one who has been offered to turn on you. Apparently other of our high class workers have been approached. Nico, Chris, Marcello
Laughter filled the room.As I set the fruit-filled tray down on the table, the smell of tobacco fills my nose. "The corruption among the police force is a good thing," declares one of Viktor's friends, whose rotund frame sits heavily in a chair. He exhales a cloud of smoke, sending himself into a fit of coughing that causes me to wince. "I know what you mean," agrees the man beside me, whose hair has strands of white among the copper. His eyes drop towards my chest as I pick up the empty tray from the table. "Those bastards are so desperate they'd do anything for a bribe."As I prepare to leave, I try to ignore his lecherous stare. However, his question stops me in my tracks. "Where did you get her, Viktor?" He gestures towards me. Viktor's stare changes from intense to wicked as he responds, "She's from the Nowak family. They paid a good fortune for me to marry her." My stomach twists in disgust.Every year, Vicktor grows increasingly aggressive towards me. His unwelcome advances ha
He is staring at me with those lifeless eyes.Blood covering the floor, spilling out of his corpse, laying dead on the ground. I can still see the fear haunting his eyes. His screams ringing in my ear. The sound of the gushing body parts being cut out. Him gurgling down on his own blood as he takes his final breath.I killed him.Not with my own hands but his death is on me. His blood is on my hands because of my stupidity. I did this. Knowing the consequences I still turned the other cheek and allowed a man to follow me in his own death trap.Tears shimmered in my eyes, biting down on my lip as guilt washes into me like a strong tsunami crashing its powerful waves into the city destroying everything and anything in its path.I stuck my nose in the air, inhaling sharply whilst I fought back the tears threatening to pour out of my eyes. My mouth is set in a hard line as my throat tightens up like a knot. My heart beats in my ears.His death is on me.Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Mur
Laughter filled the room.As I set the fruit-filled tray down on the table, the smell of tobacco fills my nose. "The corruption among the police force is a good thing," declares one of Viktor's friends, whose rotund frame sits heavily in a chair. He exhales a cloud of smoke, sending himself into a fit of coughing that causes me to wince. "I know what you mean," agrees the man beside me, whose hair has strands of white among the copper. His eyes drop towards my chest as I pick up the empty tray from the table. "Those bastards are so desperate they'd do anything for a bribe."As I prepare to leave, I try to ignore his lecherous stare. However, his question stops me in my tracks. "Where did you get her, Viktor?" He gestures towards me. Viktor's stare changes from intense to wicked as he responds, "She's from the Nowak family. They paid a good fortune for me to marry her." My stomach twists in disgust.Every year, Vicktor grows increasingly aggressive towards me. His unwelcome advances ha
His eyes are entirely black and devoid of life.As I stare into their empty nothingness. It is as if the abyss itself is staring back at me.His features are sharp, topped with malice. A prickling sensation webs my nerves with fear yet conquered with interest eager to know what he might do.Saint runs his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip. After a beat of tense silence he grabs my face, his face inches away from mine, heat and disgust licks my core as his warm breath laced with whiskey and mint kisses the tip of my nose."You're going to regret saying those words little doe." He whispers as it sends unwanted chills travelling throughout my body.In a blink of an eye Saint spins me around, he forces both my hands behind my back, my brows furrowed in confusion to what he is about to do.My questions are soon answered when I feel a fabric wrapping around my wrist till it's tightly in place. Trapping my hands from its ability to move.I try to wiggle my hands free but it doesn't s
I looked up to the soothing yet vibrant streaks of colour that had filled the canvas of the sky. Strokes of pink and orange resembled the soft, supple skin of a perfectly ripened peach. The setting sun's radiant face is mirrored by the shimmering clear blue waves of the sea.Music fills the air without effort, like the waves filling holes in beach sand; the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. Some react to the beat, others continue in chatter.The distinctive scent of grilled meat and chicken along with the fusion of tangy spices of lemon and chilli aroused my taste buds. It came from the kitchen inside the club restaurant, table and chairs lined up inside and a few outside, with rose petals scattered all over the wooden floorboards as a mini lava lamp is placed on each table for light and to also set the romantic mood.I took a sip of my martini, the gentle wind brushing against my skin as I stood at the edge of the wooden dock, the waters gleaming with soft light j
I've been avoiding him for the past 3 days.Call me crazy, but I can't be around a man who makes me feel some type of way. I don't like the way he makes me feel, I don't like how he finds joy in my suffering.The way my heart speeds up, thumping like thunder against my chest, the way the hairs on the back of my neck rise, the way goosebumps travel all over my body, how I forget to breath, to speak, to move.I don't like it at all. So the best way to avoid the feeling is to keep distance from Saint.I felt like all eyes were on me as Saint and I sat quietly at our breakfast table. It's a special occasion where couples that are on their honeymoon have an all eat breakfast buffet.All I took was an apple, pomegranate seeds and pineapple slices. I was not in the mood for anything heavy. Saint just took two croissants with strawberries and yogurt with a cup of black coffee. Just like his soul.This is the closest I've been to Saint. When it's time for bedtime. I sleep on the couch and he s
The rush of blood sears my veins.My throat tightens under the suffocating weight of anxiety, and I summon every ounce of willpower to steady my breathing even as a fierce ache threatens to consume me whole. My heart pounds frantically, a relentless drumbeat of fear that makes me question if this agony is destined to haunt me forevermore. The cruel ministrations of Saint have pushed me to the brink of what I can bear, stretching the very limits of my endurance.I barge into the bathroom and slam the door with a heavy hand, scrambling to the toilet like there's no tomorrow. Kneeling before it, I grasp my locks tightly and emit a deep sigh before a wave of sorrow hits me, forcing me to violently vomit into the porcelain bowl. My tears flow freely as I purge my emotions along with the stomach acids.When the ordeal is over, I release the seat with a heavy clack and lean my forehead on my arm, bowing to the flood of memories that assault my mind without warning.Today is his birthdayAs I
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