Mirabella's PovIf someone had told me four months ago that I’d somehow find common ground with my husband and make my marriage work, I’d have slapped them across the face but it’s the reality.It’s fucking real and it’s amazing.My marriage has been running smoothly and I’ve become so happy with my life as it is. Matteo makes me extremely happy and he doesn’t even realize it.It’s not just the sex, it’s so much more. The gifts, the after care, the kind words, the soft gaze, the forehead kisses and the sex; it’s so fucking amazing. We might lie to each other and say that our relationship is nothing more than a husband and a wife consummating their marriage but we know deep down that it has become so much more.“Mirabella,” My personal maid—Garcia’s voice snaps me out of my fantasy world and my eyes widen at how much food I’ve consumed so far without even knowing it.“What Garcia,” I glare at her when I see the look in her eyes. The look that says she wants to say something but doesn’t
Mirabella's PovFew minutes after father left and my ears pick up on hushed whispers by a far corner. “Hello?” I begin approaching the part where the voices came from but there’s no answer.I ignore my head voice screaming at me not to go any further and continue taking calculated steps forward until I find about four men standing in a corner and making an exchange.I’d run but one of the men seems familiar and that relaxes me. “Lex? What are you doing out here?” His eyes widen and he gulps down on nothing, causing my brows to furrow at his sudden discomfort on seeing me.“What are you doing here ma’am? How do you recognize me?” His voice comes off nervous and I chuckle.“I’ve seen you around the house many times, especially with Pablo. Pablo speaks highly of you a whole lot.”The sudden silence that ensues sends cold shivers down my spine. I see fear in Lex’s eyes but in the other men’s eyes, I see danger. “You should not have come out here,” Lex’s voice comes out in a monotone and h
Matteo's PovI know, I always find a way to fuck things up.But it’s not that I love messing things up, it’s just my fears. I allow fear rule me and ruin things for me.It’s just out of my control.Earlier today, I had returned home a bit early and decided to go straight into my wife’s room. But on getting inside the room, I heard whimpering coming from the washroom and when I listened in properly, I discovered that Mirabella was crying.It broke my heart but I didn’t have it in me to walk into that washroom and ask her what her reason for crying was.You see, I’m not so good with all these emotions and all the baggages that comes with it.I’d left the room because I thought it wise to give her some privacy just in case she wouldn’t want me to see her in her time of weakness.I gave it a few more hours until it was the early hours of the night before walking back into our room. But she was still in the washroom and it concerned me how long she’d been crying for.“How do I tell him abo
Matteo's Pov“You’re sorry?” I stumble and every emotion there is and even the non existent ones flood me. “What does that mean?”“Let me speak to you privately. In my office.” I don’t even wait for him to finish before lunging for him with my fist ramming into his face over and over again.“Where the fuck is my wife!” I roar as my body vigorously tremble in rage.“My office now! Alone!” The doctor retorts as he storms away, leaving me with my raging emotions. Of course he can speak to me as he pleases because he has a good relationship with my family and he knows I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.I walk into the doctor’s office sheepishly with my eyes boring into his as I slump down on the seat he pointed out for me. “This is going to be a lot for you to take in but I want you to know that I am here for and with you if you need anything.” He mutters each word carefully.I offer him a tight nod as I wait for the worst. “Your wife,” he clears his throat. Eyes moving around rap
Matteo's PovMy eyes are sunken into my skull, my lips parched, my skin and body malnourished, and my hair a mess.Sweat trickles down my forehead and I swallow my spit in an attempt to wet my uncomfortably dried throat. My eyes dart around and every sound coming from anyone is filtered out as I lose myself while solely focusing on my father's coffin as it lowers into the ground.My mother is an obvious mess but she's holding her head high as expected of her but mostly for Julia. If she breaks, what would my sweet little sister do?I gasp as I'm being forced to return back to reality when a firm arm grips my shoulder. "Did you hear me?" Augusto asks with his brows creased together."Hardly," I straighten my back as I run my fingers through my disheveled hair."The nurse taking care of Mirabella called to inform that her fingers twitched and the electrocardiograph machine was picking up on a stronger and a more stable heartbeat. So, I'm hurrying off to the hospital. Would you like to c
Mirabella's Pov"Is Matteo coming?""No. I don't think he is.""Why do I smell him then?"Pablo crouches down, carefully picking me up, placing me in the wheelchair. "Don't worry about Matteo, hmm? He's not here."One month. It has been one month since I was brought into this hospital. I was in a coma for the first two weeks and after another two weeks of being poked with needles non stop, I'm finally allowed to go home.Finally!My world came crumbling around me after the doctor had informed me that I lost my baby. It was even more unbearable after the memories of that night came crashing down on me.Although I'm unable to remember the events of that night in detail, the pain is still there. The scars on my skin, the loss of my baby, everything I've been through is all the proof I need that indeed, that night happened.The doctor confirmed that it's okay that I don't remember everything in detail as it is a trauma response but I still dream about it. The punches, the slaps, my scream
Mirabella's povFor the first time in months, I finally make a decision to leave my research laboratory and head on out to my apartment just so I can have a peaceful and well rested weekend. I weave my keys through my fingers as I walk through the suspiciously quiet streets and the moment I come to a halt in front of my door, two men in black suddenly emerge from the shadows, taking their stance on both sides of me.I suck in a breath.Being taken hostage has become an all time normal in my life. It doesn't happen quite frequently but when it does happen, there's always one person behind it—my father.What father derives pleasure in kidnapping his own daughter?Mine.With a roll of my eyes, I put my hands behind me, waiting for the men to bind my wrists together and blindfold me as they'd always done. "This doesn't count as kidnapping if I'm willingly going with you," I snort a laugh as they lead me into the black SUV.Having a father like mine can pan out to be very detrimental to yo
Mirabella's povI observe every inch of myself through the mirror, detesting my appearance. This illusion—the make up, the dress, the jewelry, my eyes, it's all so disgusting. A lie. My sister and father have successfully made me into a clone but I'm not about to make this easy for them.They need me and it's obvious, so this? This might be their game but they'd have to play by my rules.I begin to wonder how long my father had this plan thought out as I take off my dress, cleaning off the heavy makeup on my face. There has to be something he's not telling me.Could it be the reason he made certain I never got introduced to the underworld? Because he didn't want people knowing he had two daughters who were nearly identical? Because he intended on using me when I became an adult?It had to be, considering how meticulous he was in making sure I remained hidden.But why me?"What is keeping you so long, Mirabella?" The door to my room swings open and I eye my father through the mirror.O