The plan was simple: pay a visit to Matt in his grandmother's house since that was where he loved to stay for a while. A little bit of talking, and then bring up the discussion about wanting to run away.
I had no clue what I was hoping would come out of it and last night, I'd told myself that whatever the repercussions were, it was better than living in a hopeless marriage with that ruthless man who'd taken my first kiss without permission. God, there were some nights when I lay, staring up at the ceiling and when I remembered that day he'd come into my room uninvited and eaten my mouth like I was his favorite meal, I felt the tingle between my legs. I shook my head as the memory came swirling back. Now was not the time to start daydreaming about what those expert hands could do. I needed to figure out a way for my freedom rather than letting my body make a fool out of me. If my plans worked out, it was only a matter of time until I found a man who would love me and treat me how I craved to be treated. Mother was reluctant about letting me go to Matt's house, because she was scared of what might happen. I gaslighted her with words that this would probably be my last shot at freedom and I was going to make the most out of it than stay in my room sulking all day. She reluctantly agreed but insisted that I take a guard with me. You know how the outside world is, Ariadne. Especially now that you're engaged to one of the most powerful men in this city. Your safety is more important than anything. I was tempted to ask her if my safety was important because she loved and was concerned about me or because of who I was going to be married to. I hated her for that one decision she'd allowed Luca and my father to make in my life, but I wasn't a fool to remember how it worked in my world. Women had no power over the decisions of their husbands, let alone theirs. Sadly, that was soon going to be my fate too— if I didn't do something sooner. I arrived at his grandmother's house, hit with the nostalgic moments I'd shared in this house. It was funny how much I'd felt comfortable in this shabby home compared to my mansion. The mansion felt like a prison and I was serving time until I would be moved to another prison. “Oh my God, Ariadne, my darling!” Matt's grandmother, Nana gushed immediately she opened the door and saw it was me standing in front of it. Pulling me into a hug, I let her almost squeeze the life out of me. “I'm so happy to see you. It's been so long you came over.” She pulled away, giving me a once-over look. “I heard about your engagement to Luca. Pretty sad, right?” I let out a laugh to stop the pain from seeping out of me. “Finally! You are the only one who says things exactly as they are.” She offered me a small smile. “Your mother never had a backbone to begin with. And your father? Only God knows what deal he signed with the devil and is now trying to crawl out of it after it by using you as a sacrificial lamb.” She was right, and couldn't have worded it better. I let her pull me into the living room and my eyes searched around for Matt. “Where is Matt?” Nana sighed, moving to the fridge. “Poor boy went over to see his mother. The woman won't stop pulling the victim card. She's my daughter but I am too old to have any qualms about calling someone out on their bullshit.” She glanced at me. “Excuse my English.” I smiled. “None taken. So, when is he going to be back?” She shrugged, placing a glass of Mango juice in front of me. “Maybe tomorrow. Nancy can be needy when she wants to be.” I knew about Matt's relationship with his mother, but I didn't think it was like this. He never really liked to talk about her, and now I knew why. “Now tell me dear,” Nana started. “What exactly are you going to do about this … crisis at your hand?” “Crisis?” I was confused. She raised a brow at me. “Don't tell me you have accepted your fate, child?” “Well, no, but…” I trailed off. Was telling her my plan going to do anything? Could I even trust her? Sure, Nana treated me like her grandchild, but then again she was loyal to our society. Nana laughed, bringing me from my train of thoughts. “Now, that is the look of a girl who has a plan but the wheels in her head are turning because she doesn't know who to trust.” How did she…? “Tell me what's on that beautiful mind, child.” I hesitated for a minute, still contemplating, before I — “I want to flee, Nana.” There. I finally said it. A proud smile made its way to her face and she nodded. “Thought as much. You know I've been against the practice of our society for decades now. Especially when my sister married a devil for a husband and was never the same. Far more women have suffered in this evil practice and I think we've come to a point where it has to be condemned.” “So, you are going to help me?” I asked slowly. “Of course I am. I don't have the resources to help you run away safely, but I know someone far far away who is willing to accommodate you. She owes me a favor and won't hesitate to fulfill it.” I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. “Wow. And here I was worried that I would need to convince Matt with more than words to help me. Who would have thought my guardian was right here all along?” I teased and laughed. “Well, it's a good thing you didn't tell Matt,” she told me. “I've known that boy since he started crawling to know that he is afraid of trouble and helping you reeks of more trouble than you can imagine. You are a daughter of the society and running a way is a crime punishable. Matt helping you could turn out much worse for him.” “Then why are you helping me?” She leaned back in her chair with a mischievous smile. “I on the other hand, I have nothing to possibly lose, now do I?” We both held our stares and then I chuckled, shaking my head at this woman's confidence. “I guess you don't.” She hummed. “Thank you Nana. For doing this for me.” She smiled. “I'm not just doing this for you, Ariadne. I'm doing this for my sister I couldn't save. Maybe this could be a way for me to atone for that sin after all.”If Matt suspected anything about me constantly visiting his grandmother he didn't say anything or show it. That didn't surprise me though. I'd always visited when I was much younger. His grandmother was like one I never had and so it didn't come as surprise.Today was the D–day to finalize my escape plans. His grandmother had already sorted everything out and all that was left was me making the move. I'd told Georgina and begged her not to tell anyone no matter how much they'd questioned her. She'd promised, but I was still wary of her ability to effortlessly lie and so I'd not told her where exactly I was headed to.Philadelphia.I'd always wanted to visit that city my entire life and now it seemed like this was my opportunity to. I was finally going to live a carefree life— drink, club, experience love, get married to a man I loved someday and start a family with him, finish my education and get a good job. I wasn't going to be the Ariadne Moretti who was the good girl and was bound
I think I fell asleep sometime during the car ride to his house. I wasn't sure how long. My eyes fluttered open when warm hands gently shook me and then I heard that familiar voice call my name. With a groan, I slowly came to and then jolted up when I remembered the past event. Luca at my house. Georgina's betrayal. Father and Mother letting Luca hold me hostage. “Where are we?” I asked, losing the ability to admire the mansion that stood in the middle of this massive beautiful compound. This is too much of an upgrade from my family's house and even I thought our house was one of the biggest houses. This however, didn't do it much justice.“My home. Which will he your home in less than three days,” Luca said it as a matter of fact and the way he said it so casually, I almost would have missed what his words meant.I frowned. “Three days?”He nodded. “Our wedding has been moved to three days’ time. After the stunt you almost pulled, I'm not willing to take anymore risks with you, Aria
"I would like to watch you come undone. With my tongue." I could feel the tingling sensation down there at his words, and without being able to stop myself, I squeezed my thighs between his legs. There was something hot about all of these: him on top of me, staring down at me like his next meal. In this moment, we didn't hate each other. If any stranger were to see us right now, they wouldn't mistake the lust pouring out of both of us. But even if desire wanted me to say yes, I still had my senses. I pushed him away from me and rose from the bed. “No, thank you. I would rather kiss a toilet seat than make that happen.” “We can arrange that,” he mumbled and I glared at him. I huffed. “What is this anyways? Dragging me from my parents’ house and then volunteering to… you know. Don't you have billions to make?” He chuckled, rising to his feet. My cheeks turned red when he arranged the bulge in his pants and then looked back up at me with a smirk. “Contrary to what you think, Ari
I didn’t bother to turn around. Even when I knew he was still there, standing at the foot of the bed, staring at me. I could feel his presence, thick like the scent of sex still lingering in the air— evidence of what we'd done, what I'd allowed him to do, but I forced myself to focus on the slow rhythm of my breathing, pretending that what just happened meant nothing. Pretending that I hadn’t just given him a part of myself no other man had ever had before. Luca wasn’t the kind of man who accepted defeat easily. I knew that much. And when he finally spoke, his voice was low, measured, but carrying an undercurrent of something I couldn’t quite place. “You think you can just use me and toss me aside, Principessa?” he said the endearment mockingly. There was amusement in his tone, but it was laced with something darker. Something possessive. I finally turned, raising a brow at him. “I would hardly call what just happened ‘me using you and dumping you.’ It's more of a mistake that wo
I stormed up to my room, gripping Luca’s phone like a lifeline. I slammed the door shut behind me and sank onto the bed, my fingers moving swiftly as I dialed my mother’s number. The phone rang twice before she answered. “Mr. Russo?” I exhaled, pressing a hand to my eyes. I suddenly had the urge to cry, but I held back.. “Mom, it's me. Ariadne.” She gasped. “How are you, sweetheart? I’ve been worried.” A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “Worried? Are you really? I was under the impression that you were okay with selling me off to the devil.” My mother sighed. “Ariadne, please let's not throw blame right now.” “Well, what do you expect me to do, Mum? The asshole took my damn phone! He’s a controlling, arrogant asshole, and you just handed me over like I was some kind of bargaining chip.” “Ariadne,” my mother said gently, but firmly. “It’s our tradition. It’s the way things have always been. You knew this would happen.” “I didn't know I would be given out to a ruthless, cold bastar
I think I lost my ability to breathe. Or think. Or conjure a word. Or any basic human necessity. Santiago’s words lingered in the air, heavy and catatonic:Tell me something, Ariadne… Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if you had? If circumstances were changed and I was the one you would be walking down the aisle to meet and vow your undying love to? Tell me.I finally opened my mouth, but still no words came out. What was I even supposed to say to that? I could barely process being forced into marriage with Luca, and now his nephew was throwing this into the mix?“What? Cat got your tongue?” Santiago mused, watching my reaction with amusement.“I—” cleared my throat as I tried to put on a brave face, my mind racing. “I actually don't —”“Oh, don't tell me you've never thought about it. Not even once,” He was towards me as he said those words and I kept staggering back for reasons I didn't know. This guy made me flustered and not in a good way. Seeing my reaction, he smirked.
The D–day arrived faster than I anticipated. One moment, I was picking out a wedding dress with Luca watching me like something to be devoured, and the next, I was standing in front of a mirror, fully dressed in white, and at the mercy of the makeup artists dolling me up. In less than an hour, I would be walking down the aisle to a man I still claimed to despise. The dress fit me perfectly. Lace sleeves graced my arms, delicate embroidery wrapping around my torso before cascading into layers of soft tulle. A veil, sheer and ethereal, was pinned into my hair, completing the picture of the perfect bride. Except I didn’t feel perfect. I felt trapped. A soft knock on the door made me jump slightly. Then my mother entered, eyes misty with emotion. “So, Ari, my dear. You look stunning.” I didn’t bother to reply. Just stared at my reflection, trying to find some semblance of the girl I used to be—the one who had dreams that didn’t involve marrying a billionaire out of duty. She was go
I woke up with a start, the coolness of the sheets against my skin sending a shock through my body. Oh, holy… I was naked! Completely naked. My heart raced as my mind scrambled to piece together what had happened.Where was I? How had I ended up here?The last thing I remembered was having fun dancing at my wedding, and then… nothing. Did I do something? And where the hell was Luca?My eyes frantically darted around the unfamiliar room. The walls were dark, luxurious, and ornate. Whose bedroom was this? The luxurious space felt too grand, too personal for me to be here. My pulse quickened, and I froze, a sick feeling crawling up my throat.Oh, my God ! Had I been kidnapped? Or had Luca decided he didn't want me and pimped me out? No. The thought made my stomach twist. There was no way. He couldn’t have. And why couldn’t I remember anything past the wedding. I couldn’t remember… my eyes darted down to the sheets, and I quickly checked the bed. No blood. No sign of anything that would
The next morning, I woke to the sound of birds chirping outside the window, the soft light filtering through the blinds. I groaned, rubbing her eyes as I tried to shake off the remnants of sleep. The warmth from the car ride was still lingering, but my mind was filled with memories of the previous day. I had managed to get through the dinner with Luca’s family, and despite my initial discomfort, I felt... different. It wasn’t the kind of ease I’d expected, but maybe it was a start.Rolling out of bed, I stretched my arms over my head, letting the cool air of the room settle on my skin. Today was going to be a good day, I could feel it. As I made my way to the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. My hair was mussed, but aside from that, I looked well rested. My eyes lingered on my reflection a bit longer than usual. A frown crept its way to my face.What was I doing? What had I gotten herself into?I immediately shook the thoughts away, splashing cold water on my fac
I woke up with a start, the coolness of the sheets against my skin sending a shock through my body. Oh, holy… I was naked! Completely naked. My heart raced as my mind scrambled to piece together what had happened.Where was I? How had I ended up here?The last thing I remembered was having fun dancing at my wedding, and then… nothing. Did I do something? And where the hell was Luca?My eyes frantically darted around the unfamiliar room. The walls were dark, luxurious, and ornate. Whose bedroom was this? The luxurious space felt too grand, too personal for me to be here. My pulse quickened, and I froze, a sick feeling crawling up my throat.Oh, my God ! Had I been kidnapped? Or had Luca decided he didn't want me and pimped me out? No. The thought made my stomach twist. There was no way. He couldn’t have. And why couldn’t I remember anything past the wedding. I couldn’t remember… my eyes darted down to the sheets, and I quickly checked the bed. No blood. No sign of anything that would
The D–day arrived faster than I anticipated. One moment, I was picking out a wedding dress with Luca watching me like something to be devoured, and the next, I was standing in front of a mirror, fully dressed in white, and at the mercy of the makeup artists dolling me up. In less than an hour, I would be walking down the aisle to a man I still claimed to despise. The dress fit me perfectly. Lace sleeves graced my arms, delicate embroidery wrapping around my torso before cascading into layers of soft tulle. A veil, sheer and ethereal, was pinned into my hair, completing the picture of the perfect bride. Except I didn’t feel perfect. I felt trapped. A soft knock on the door made me jump slightly. Then my mother entered, eyes misty with emotion. “So, Ari, my dear. You look stunning.” I didn’t bother to reply. Just stared at my reflection, trying to find some semblance of the girl I used to be—the one who had dreams that didn’t involve marrying a billionaire out of duty. She was go
I think I lost my ability to breathe. Or think. Or conjure a word. Or any basic human necessity. Santiago’s words lingered in the air, heavy and catatonic:Tell me something, Ariadne… Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if you had? If circumstances were changed and I was the one you would be walking down the aisle to meet and vow your undying love to? Tell me.I finally opened my mouth, but still no words came out. What was I even supposed to say to that? I could barely process being forced into marriage with Luca, and now his nephew was throwing this into the mix?“What? Cat got your tongue?” Santiago mused, watching my reaction with amusement.“I—” cleared my throat as I tried to put on a brave face, my mind racing. “I actually don't —”“Oh, don't tell me you've never thought about it. Not even once,” He was towards me as he said those words and I kept staggering back for reasons I didn't know. This guy made me flustered and not in a good way. Seeing my reaction, he smirked.
I stormed up to my room, gripping Luca’s phone like a lifeline. I slammed the door shut behind me and sank onto the bed, my fingers moving swiftly as I dialed my mother’s number. The phone rang twice before she answered. “Mr. Russo?” I exhaled, pressing a hand to my eyes. I suddenly had the urge to cry, but I held back.. “Mom, it's me. Ariadne.” She gasped. “How are you, sweetheart? I’ve been worried.” A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “Worried? Are you really? I was under the impression that you were okay with selling me off to the devil.” My mother sighed. “Ariadne, please let's not throw blame right now.” “Well, what do you expect me to do, Mum? The asshole took my damn phone! He’s a controlling, arrogant asshole, and you just handed me over like I was some kind of bargaining chip.” “Ariadne,” my mother said gently, but firmly. “It’s our tradition. It’s the way things have always been. You knew this would happen.” “I didn't know I would be given out to a ruthless, cold bastar
I didn’t bother to turn around. Even when I knew he was still there, standing at the foot of the bed, staring at me. I could feel his presence, thick like the scent of sex still lingering in the air— evidence of what we'd done, what I'd allowed him to do, but I forced myself to focus on the slow rhythm of my breathing, pretending that what just happened meant nothing. Pretending that I hadn’t just given him a part of myself no other man had ever had before. Luca wasn’t the kind of man who accepted defeat easily. I knew that much. And when he finally spoke, his voice was low, measured, but carrying an undercurrent of something I couldn’t quite place. “You think you can just use me and toss me aside, Principessa?” he said the endearment mockingly. There was amusement in his tone, but it was laced with something darker. Something possessive. I finally turned, raising a brow at him. “I would hardly call what just happened ‘me using you and dumping you.’ It's more of a mistake that wo
"I would like to watch you come undone. With my tongue." I could feel the tingling sensation down there at his words, and without being able to stop myself, I squeezed my thighs between his legs. There was something hot about all of these: him on top of me, staring down at me like his next meal. In this moment, we didn't hate each other. If any stranger were to see us right now, they wouldn't mistake the lust pouring out of both of us. But even if desire wanted me to say yes, I still had my senses. I pushed him away from me and rose from the bed. “No, thank you. I would rather kiss a toilet seat than make that happen.” “We can arrange that,” he mumbled and I glared at him. I huffed. “What is this anyways? Dragging me from my parents’ house and then volunteering to… you know. Don't you have billions to make?” He chuckled, rising to his feet. My cheeks turned red when he arranged the bulge in his pants and then looked back up at me with a smirk. “Contrary to what you think, Ari
I think I fell asleep sometime during the car ride to his house. I wasn't sure how long. My eyes fluttered open when warm hands gently shook me and then I heard that familiar voice call my name. With a groan, I slowly came to and then jolted up when I remembered the past event. Luca at my house. Georgina's betrayal. Father and Mother letting Luca hold me hostage. “Where are we?” I asked, losing the ability to admire the mansion that stood in the middle of this massive beautiful compound. This is too much of an upgrade from my family's house and even I thought our house was one of the biggest houses. This however, didn't do it much justice.“My home. Which will he your home in less than three days,” Luca said it as a matter of fact and the way he said it so casually, I almost would have missed what his words meant.I frowned. “Three days?”He nodded. “Our wedding has been moved to three days’ time. After the stunt you almost pulled, I'm not willing to take anymore risks with you, Aria
If Matt suspected anything about me constantly visiting his grandmother he didn't say anything or show it. That didn't surprise me though. I'd always visited when I was much younger. His grandmother was like one I never had and so it didn't come as surprise.Today was the D–day to finalize my escape plans. His grandmother had already sorted everything out and all that was left was me making the move. I'd told Georgina and begged her not to tell anyone no matter how much they'd questioned her. She'd promised, but I was still wary of her ability to effortlessly lie and so I'd not told her where exactly I was headed to.Philadelphia.I'd always wanted to visit that city my entire life and now it seemed like this was my opportunity to. I was finally going to live a carefree life— drink, club, experience love, get married to a man I loved someday and start a family with him, finish my education and get a good job. I wasn't going to be the Ariadne Moretti who was the good girl and was bound