Mirabella's Pov"Do you want to know something?" I question Lex as I lean down, whispering, "that man is my father, the dead woman was my mother and the person he's looking for is me." Into his ear.He gulps down on nothing, his face pale as a ghost as his eyes widen.Lex opens his mouth like he's about to scream but I beat him to it, plunging my blade right under his jaw, pushing it in until the tip of the blade pokes out at the bridge of his nose.His body convulses as he groans, bouncing on the seat he's strapped on, tears spewing uncontrollably from his eyes.I stumble back with humorless laughter bubbling out of me."Do you remember Lex? That was exactly how I sounded when you and your cohorts railed me whilst plunging your blades into me. I couldn't use my voice because you all forced me into silence!" Tears stain my cheeks.I whip my head around to find Matteo and the boys moping at me with surprise. Understanding even.They understand that my pain has transformed me into somet
Matteo's PovOne month later.It has been a month since I've had the opportunity to spend some quality time with my wife, but it is not completely my fault that we've been distant.Ever since our last encounter—which happened to be the day I fucked her senseless in front of the lifeless body of the man she had murdered, it has been seeming as though Mirabella avoids me deliberately. She walks the other way whenever she sees me coming, avoids my eyes by all means necessary and has refused to spend the night in our room.It's funny how I avoided her desperately a few months back but now, she seems to be the one avoiding me.And it hurts. It hurts my heart, body and ego.I miss her. Her body, her smile, her laugh, her luscious lips, her lust filled eyes, her warmth, her pussy; I could go on and on.After trying everything within my power to get her attention without succeeding, I finally reach a decision to take Dean's advice and prepare her a special dinner.And by special, I mean an ap
Matteo's PovMy wife has been on her knees for over twenty minutes, silently glaring at me with her eyes filled with rage and lust."I'm getting impatient, mi vida." I chuckle at her hesitancy."Is it right that you're asking your wife to beg you on her knees before you perform your duties?"I let out a scoff, my lips immediately forming into a smirk as I stare down at her whilst her eyes continue drilling holes into my skull.Finally swallowing her pride, she gulps aloud with an exhale of a shaky breath. "Please Matteo. . .just fuck me already. I'm so horny and it's driving me out of my mind."I chuckle. "You can do better than that wife. Beg properly and call me sir while at it."She gulps aloud again, her hands balled into fists by her sides. "Please sir. . . I need you desperately, your touch, your hold, your passion, your roughness. Please make love to me, you know you want to."She bats her lashes at me and I grunt strenuously, thrusting my hips into the air. My hands work fast,
Mirabella's PovIt's been three days since I've seen Matteo. After he left me at our house, I hadn't seen him ever since until now when he's seated at the head of the table, munching on his lunch without as much sparing me a glance.I carefully chew on my food, glaring at him through my peripheral vision."Sorella, do you feel better now?" Julia questions and Matteo's head immediately whips to my corner, his eyes demanding an explanation."I'm alright Julia. Thank you for asking." I shoot her a smile.Am I fine?I'm extremely tired, my body feels so sore and I can barely keep any food down.Matteo drops his spoon. "Am I missing something? Are you sick?"Silence.I shake my head at Julia and mother, signaling them not to provide Matteo the answers he seeks."I'm talking to you, Mirabella! Are you sick?!"Silence.He leans back with a scoff. "Is she sick? Mamá? Julia?" His eyes move rapidly in frustration. "Why won't anyone speak to me?!"Silence.Laughter bubbles out of him as he slide
Mirabella's Pov"What?""I. Love. You."My eyes well up with tears. "You can't, Matteo. You cannot love a woman like me, a woman who's–""Amazing? Intelligent? Quick witted? Beautiful? Strong? Powerful? Exquisite? Perfect? Of course I want to love a woman like that. I love a woman like that. I love this woman in front of me."I shake my head, guilt enveloping me. If only he knew the things I am, the secrets I've kept away from him. "Matteo. . ."He strokes my cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm in love with you, Mirabella. I love you, I love you so much. Can you not see how much you drive me insane? How much of a distraction you are when you're around and how much of a distraction you become when you aren't? I love you with all of my heart. You drive me out of my mind.""Please Matteo. . . I'm unlovable."Don't do this to me."Mirabella you're the one person I want to be around all the time, yet, you're the one person I hate to be around. I find myself watching you from the shadows because I
Matteo's Pov“One question, Mirabella, who really are you?”Fuck!Why does it always have to be me?Why do I have to go through this level of pain and heartbreak again?I spent the whole of last night baring my heart out to my wife, I opened myself up to her without knowing that she is twice as vile.I regret it all.The nights I laughed with her, the nights I made love to her, the nights I fucked her, letting her into my heart, confessing my feelings; I regret it all.But why me?Why did I have to go into her room when she wasn’t around?Why did she choose today of all days to leave her confidential documents out in the open?Why did I have to find out about my wife in this manner?God help me!My eyes well up with tears as I watch her frozen figure with nothing but a heavy heart. I want to be angry at her but I’m not, I want to hate her but I can’t. . .She’s my undoing.Why did I fall in love with her? What was I thinking forming a relationship with a Marcelo?“Ma-Matteo. . .Matteo
Matteo's Pov“Matteo. . . I-I-I. . .”“Answer me!” My palm delivers a force filled smack across her face and she hit the ground with a thud, a loud sob finally wrecking through her.Her body quakes, “let me explain, Matteo. Please.”I become like a mad man possessed by a wicked entity. I don’t care that she’s bleeding from her mouth. I raise my feet off the ground, pushing my leg backwards and returning it forward with full force.I kick her so hard on the stomach that she tumbles a few times but her voice doesn't waver as continues screaming her plea.“Matteo, please. . .don’t. Please, Matteo.” I’m unyielding to her plea. I kick her hard again and she yelps aloud as she continues begging me.I go to kick her again but a strong arm grips my shoulder, a familiar voice murmuring into my ear, “be angry all you want but stop hitting her.” I look over my shoulder and thankfully, it’s Alessio.His reasoning makes sense.I take a calming breath as I watch Mirabella groan in pain whilst Pablo,
Mirabella's PovSixteen years ago.Ten year old Mirabella."Mirabella! I hope you're reading and not playing?!" Mother yells from her lab and I chuckle, peeking my head through the door to the secret passage."Can I play a little mamá? I've been reading nonstop."Mother smiles at me with understanding. "My baby. You have to study hard if you want to become something. You need to develop a sharp mind."I pout, giving her my puppy eyes and she chuckles. "Okay then pumpkin, ten minutes."Thank you mamá! I run back in, pulling out all my toys with an ear to ear grin.Since I've become knowledgeable, I've never been to school even for a day but mother says it's normal that I don't go to school.She says that I'm undergoing special training, therefore, I need to always be by her side in the laboratory whilst she works. I sometimes want to make friends just like my sister but mother knows and wants the best for me.Don't get me wrong, staying with my mother in her laboratory has to be the coo