NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A TRIGGERING AND MATURE SCENE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.SARAHI laid on my bed, sobbing bitterly like someone who just lost something valuable and precious.The sound of my wailings reverberated round the room and bounced back to my own ears like a music on repeat. I did not know how long I had been crying but by the time I had become a bit stable, it was already past midnight. I could barely make out the beat and rhythmic of the music downstairs anymore. It had long died down signifying that the party had already come to an end probably hours ago.I never wanted to even step a foot downstairs but Emilio ordered me to show up. And when I did what did I get in return? I was humiliated like a petty thief. I could hear the disgusting comments hurled against me at the party when the necklace was found in my bag.They called me all sort of horrible names; a thief, a pauper, a lowlife scum. I heard it all.I could feel the hot angered glares of the audienc
EMILIO Two bruised up men, attired in worn out clothing were on their knees, unconscious and surrounded by armed guards.Within the confinement of the gloomy doomed warehouse, my men had successfully captured Sarah's elusive uncle and also apprehended his best friend and partner in crime as a bonus. My arrival into the warehouse signified a change in the atmosphere as all my underbosses became rigid as statues, firmly clutching on to their guns and awaiting any order from my lips. I sauntered in with an air of authority, the warehouse lacking the luxury of my home as broken windows, blood stained floors, dusty surfaces and a chilly air permeated.I sat down on the only available sofa in the area, its foam already poking out of the surface. "Get me the dagger" I ordered one of my underbosses. Like a loyal dog, he sprinted towards me and handed me a silver coloured dagger. My hands drew imaginary lines along its sharp and shiny blade, a devious grin playing on my lips."Wake the
SARAHTwo days has passed since Emilio forcefully tried to have sex with me and I haven't set my eyes on him since that terrible night. It all feels like an awful nightmare, a delusion that was never real.But the memories, the imprints of his fingers in me, the marks he left stood as a testament to the horror I had to face that night.God I just can't stay here anymore.I want to leave. It is awfully clear to me now that Emilio really despises me and he will or rather still, does not care about my consent in satisfying his urges. He bought me as a sex maid and he will make sure I turn into that very maid so that I become one of his slutty toys.The realisation brought about a sharp reoccurring pain in my chest.Haven't I suffered enough? I lost my both of my parents to the cold hands of death, I worked multiple shifts to take care of I and my brother, I still went as far as turning myself into a commodity that men bought just to put food on the table, clear my outstanding debts and
SARAH I walked out of the bathroom with my body drenched and warm, signifying the hot shower I just had. My hair was let to fall, dripping out and moist. Going over to the windows, I pulled apart the curtains of my room, allowing the warm rays of the morning sun to flood into my room, filling my chilly room with their warmth.Emilio's words from yesterday's visit to my grandma still resonated in my ears. If I wanted to see grandma hale and hearty, I'd have to sleep with him for money.But I am not an item, a non living thing neither is my virtue and modesty a commodity. How can I sell my body because of money? What if Emilio decides that doing it once is not enough and forces himself on me everytime he is fucking horny?I mean it's not something he can't do. And what if in the long run, I get pregnant for that brute? Heaven forbid I have an abortion. I'd never kill an innocent unborn baby because of a mistake I willfully consented to doing.God. I slumped on the bed, burying my face
THE NEXT MORNINGSARAH "Let me help you with that Grace" I suggested, quickly rushing over to her aid and attempting to help her carry the laundry basket but Grace shook her head at me."No. You can't help me miss" She refrained me from assisting her. "But why? I mean I don't get to ever do anything in this house so why can't I assist you all here for once?" I whined like a baby who just got her candy taken away from her, my lips turning into a pout.Grace chortled at my words and patted my back, "Because Emilio might have my head if he comes downstairs and sees you working" she leaned down and whispered in my ear.I pulled back and rolled my eyes at her, "That silly excuse again?" I scoffed. "Yes that silly excuse again. If you want to help me out so much why don't you ask Emilio for his approval?" Grace nudged at my shoulders, walking towards the stairs. I followed her steps, my face still mirroring my dissatisfaction. What is Emilio's problem? I can never understand that man.
EMILIO"Man so we've got nothing on our hands that will lead us to whoever is pulling this shit on me!?" I yelled, frustration eating me up. I ran through my already messed up hair and face palmed myself, groaning out loud. "You have to calm down Emilio" Marcello one of my capos said to me.I and three of my capos had been in my conference room for over an hour now discussing about the recent and reoccurring attacks on our men and goods.And yet it felt like we were just moving around in circles. We've gotten nowhere, not a single lead, nor a single clue. We haven't even been able to find any henchman or assassin that can lead us to the sorry excuse of a gang that is trying to fuck with me and my mafia."Calm down!? I should calm down!?" I banged my fists on the glass table, a false chuckle leaving my lips."Getting angry won't solve anything Emilio. Cazzo where did you inherit this your bad temper from?" Luca grimaced, rolling his eyes at me."Fuck you! You are telling me to calm d
SARAHOh my God! I am finished. Why am I always so clumsy?I know I'm done for. Eavesdropping on his conversation with his colleagues would definitely be the last straw that broke the camel's back.Emilio would kill me.And it's even more frightening because I am not bluffing. I literally just overheard him sending orders to kill someone or some people, whoever they were. Fuck. I shouldn't have stayed too long eavesdropping on their conversion.Curiosity just got the better of me. Before Emilio could lash at me, I opened my mouth and began rambling out pleas. "I am really sorry sir. I truly am. I did not mean t-to interrupt your conversation. I swear. M-my bracelet just got tangled with the door knob a-and I yanked it out forcefully. I am really sorry..." my heart was in my stomach as I pleaded, my breathing heavy and rapid.Emilio just glared at me, "so how did your bracelet get tangled with the doorknob?" He questioned, not buying my sorry excuse of an apology."I-I d-don't..." I
SARAHIt's been two days since Emilio pulled that nasty stunt on me. And my life has not been any better. To think I have a whole year to spend with this man!A deep sigh escaped my lips as I laid on the bed reading one of my favourite novels of all time from one of my favourite authors, J.k. Rowling.The novel was Harry potter. I just love her talent and also her life story so much. She grew from nothing to something. She was divorced, so many publishing companies rejected her work and she was damn broke. And now Harry potter is a global success. I wish I was that lucky. But my life doesn't work on luck. I know that for sure. It worked on hard work and taking risks.I glanced out the windows, it was already past nine pm.I and Emilio had eaten dinner and I didn't want to see his face till tomorrow. During weekends such as these, I get frightened and just lock myself in the room. This is because the maids don't sleep in the house during the weekends. There are cozy picaresque buildin
SARAHWEEKS LATER I applied the finishing touches of my makeup on my face, observing my reflection through the mirror whilst Emilio tucked in his shirt. It's been more than one week since that dreadful incident and honestly I am glad it's behind me, behind us all. Finally. This all seems like a new beginning for I and Emilio's relationship. He has actually become less controlling and more open to my ideas and thoughts. He doesn't assume I'm too feeble to handle things but instead he believes as his woman, I should be tough enough to take charge of certain aspects of his mafia.He asks for my suggestions concerning issues relating to trade and he has even thought me how to handle the gun more efficiently.More especially, he has been a great father to Asher. I've never seen Emilio so soft and undone as he is when it comes to his little boy, he becomes the best father!He is trying to make up for all those months he didn't spend with either of us and it's quite cute.Things are look
SARAHI struggled with my might, enduring the pain as I tried to cut myself free."Please....stop...leave me..." Emily begged frantically as Nikolia gropped her breasts and pressed his weight down on her body.The sight had me teary, my fear rising tremendously. Fuck. Cut goddamit.And then it snapped loose! Triumph surged within me.Quickly, I picked a rod lying on the ground and used it on an unsuspecting Nikolia.He staggered back and dropped to the ground, groaning in pain, "what the fuck!" He screamed, his hands clenching tightly onto the back of his head which now had blood gushing out.I couldn't afford to hit him anymore, his men must have heard him by now and they are probably on their way. My heartbeat was erratic as I freed Asher and Emily from the clutches of their ropes."Sarah..." Emily gasped, crying even hard. "Take Asher and run. Run into my car. The key is there! Drive away from here and don't stop. Just be safe please" I instructed."I can't leave you" she protes
EMILIOFUCK.It feels like my entire life is spiraling out of control once again.Sarah has driven off to save our son and I am here, forced to stay behind and utterly helpless when I could have driven off myself and killed that bastard!My heart beat ceased and pain clogged in my chest as I reminisced the day I had my men throw her out of the mansion. The puzzle pieces begin coming together, she was pregnant, pregnant and abadoned.How did she survive? God. The bravery and strength of that woman has me drooling! Will I ever see her again? Or our son? Our beautiful boy! Goddamit. Nikolia thinks he can take my family from me today but it's never going to happen.Decisively, I exit the house, the others following suit.If we are going to speak, it has to be outside the house."We have to do something. Emily..oh my God...Emilio we can't just let Sarah go there by herself" Conrad was panicking. He had never being in this sort of situation before and I knew it. "We won't. Right? We'd h
SARAHTHE NEXT DAY "Emilio I have to go now" I remided him for the umpteenth time but Emilio was not having to hear any of it.I had stayed over and last night was so memorable. Emilio made love to me the entire night like it was the last time he'd ever see me.I was aroused time and time ago, my breasts fondled and sucked, my thighs parted and positioned and my pussy dripping wet with juices he eagerly sucked clean.Fuck.He pulled me back to the bed just when I thought I had freed myself from his grasp, "Just one more hour Amore mio" he cooed in my ear, nibbling unto my earlobe.I smacked him playfully and bit my bottom lip, "You never do get enough do you?"Emilio pressed his lips on my collarbone, making me let out a little moan. "I haven't had you for two years. One day wouldn't satisfy me. I need to fuck you everyday" he raspily said."I really can never get enough Sarah" he added, his hungry fingers already trailing underneath my shirt.I closed my eyes for a brief second, r
SARAHTWO WEEKS LATERI stared at myself in the mirror, combing through my hair. Today was the day Emilio expected my response, and he was sure not expecting a no. I had thought about it endlessly. I wanted to be with Emilio, but this time things would be different. I wouldn’t let him think I was weak, someone he needed to protect. I survived two years without him, almost died in childbirth, and I wouldn’t let him ever toss me out of his life again.Emily knocked lightly on the door before stepping into the room. “Hey, Sarah. The driver is here, and Conrad is already in the car. Are you ready?”I turned to her, nerves fluttering in my stomach. “Yeah, I’m ready. Just… feeling a bit anxious.”Emily walked over, giving me a once-over. “You look amazing, Sarah. Hot, even. Emilio won’t know what hit him.”I laughed, shaking my head. “Thanks, Em. I hope you’re right.”She came closer, her expression turning serious. “Listen, whatever decision you make today, I support you. Don’t be nervous.
SARAHThe evening was quiet, with the kind of air that made you reflect on everything, no matter how hard you tried not to. I sat on the porch, my mind tangled in my thoughts, when Emily walked over, noticing my deep thinking.“Hey, deep in thought much?” she said, sitting down next to me.I forced a smile. “Just a lot on my mind.”Emily raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to talk about it?”I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my confession about to pour out. “Have you tucked in Asher?”“Yes, he’s asleep,” Emily replied softly. “What’s going on with you? You seem really off tonight.”I hesitated for a moment, then decided to just let it out. “I met with Emilio.”Emily’s eyes widened in surprise. “What did he say?"“He said quite a lot,” I began, my voice fluttering slightly. “He reached out and we met up. Well he forced me to. He said he had to explain something important.”Emily leaned in, clearly intrigued. “Well? Hope he gave an apology?”I took a sharp exhale, struggling to fi
SARAHAs I approached the huge doors of Emilio’s mansion, my stomach churned with a mix of dread and uncertainty. The towering was in front of me, bringing back memories I had tried desperately to bury. I clenched my fists, willing myself to remain composed. It had been three days since Emilio had asked me to come over, and every second leading up to this moment had been filled with doubt and anxiety.Standing before the grand entrance, I hesitated. Memories flashed before my eyes—laughter, arguments, moments of tenderness, and the pain of my last time here, the shame I felt, the way his guards threw me off without any sympathy. I felt a wave of nausea, the urge to turn around and run kept ringing in my head. But I was here now, and I needed to get this over with.Gathering my resolve, I knocked on the heavy iron door. Almost immediately, it swung open, revealing Emilio. His presence was as commanding as ever, a mix of charm and authority that left me both intrigued and wary.“Sarah,”
SARAH I paced to and fro around the house, my heartbeat at 360 beats per minute. Man if anything happens to Conrad, I don't give a fuck I'd literally call the cops on Emilio. We hadn't heard from him in three days ever since the day Emilio barged into my home unannounced and also had his men stalk me and drag me to meet him.I just know Emilio is behind everything.I mean who else has such an audacity?Emily has been worried sick about him. I don't ever want Emily to suffer because of me. She has done so much for me. She stood by me, supported me, helped me patch myself up and she has been that shoulder I can always cry on. It would be so cruel of Emilio to cause her any form of pain.She was there for me when he wasn't! Both she and Conrad.Why is Emilio doing this to me? Does he want to seperate me from everyone I love? What sort of a man is this!?Emily currently was not home. She rushed out without saying a word to me after she received a strange call.I opted to follow her
EMILIOThe sanitary smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils as I stood in the hospital ward, my heart pounding in my chest. I glanced at Luca and Alessio, their faces also filled with the tension and anticipation I felt. We were all waiting for the doctor to return with the final results.When the doctor finally walked in, holding a sheet of paper, I could barely breathe. He looked at me and nodded. “Mr. Emilio, the test confirms it. Conrad is your brother.”I couldn't believe it. The hospital lights felt too bright, too sterile for the intensity of what was happening. I stood there, staring at the DNA results that confirmed it once again: Conrad was my brother. A flood of emotions washed over me—shock, relief, and an unexpected surge of happiness.Shock ran through me. Despite the previous test, a part of me wouldn't fully believe it. But now, with this confirmation, the truth was clear. Luca and Alessio exchanged glances, both looking as stunned as I felt. Conrad, on the other hand,