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
Matteo's Pov"Twenty five million!""Thirty million!""Thirty five million!""Fifty million!"My nose flare.Who the fuck is this bitch?It has been five years.It has been five fucking years!Five years since I lost my wife and everyday I regret the poor decisions I made on that day five years ago. After she was taken away by her friends, I thoroughly read through those documents until it dawned on me that I was mistaken. It was all a misunderstanding. I read through those documents and finally understood her plight, I understood her need to remain silent but I was too late. She was already gone and I had to live with immense guilt.I looked for her, I did. Tore the whole city apart in my quest to set my eyes upon my wife one more time but she just vanished into thin air as though she never existed.And I became a shadow of myself, having to live with regrets for as long as five years.The regret of killing my brother, friend and partner; Pablo.The regret of launching an attack on Ma
Mirabella's PovMost people say that the past has no effect on the future, but I strongly believe otherwise. The past, present and future are strongly connected to each other. Like the holy trinity. They're so connected in a way that one cannot thrive without the other.It is the events of the past that perfectly creates the present and it is the events of the present that gives life to the future.I know this because my past plagues me even until this day. My past is the reason I still live in misery, my past is the reason I've made very careless decisions and my past is the reason I've become the very depiction of evil.My marriage into the Denaro's family would be considered one of the careless decisions I made in the past even though I was forced into it.I'm going to swallow my pride and admit that I don't know how I managed to stay in a marriage with that good for nothing, selfish, piece of shit for so long.I begged that fucker, begged him to make wise decisions, begged him to
Matteo's PovShe has nothing of mine?She has nothing of mine?!I crane my neck back, laughing without an ounce of humor whilst the water continue running down my body.She's delusional if she thinks that she isn't mine. Her existence is mine, that body is mine, those eyes are mine and should be kept on me, those lips are mine. Everything she has is mine.Everything she is and will ever be belongs to me.Especially those two angels.I've always known Mirabella to be nothing less than perfection, and now, she has blessed me with the most perfect children. They're out of this world with their peculiar features and I made that.I made that!I have two fucking kids and I made them with the love of my life!This is going to be so much fun.I laugh some more, wrapping the towel around my waist, hurrying to get ready for the dinner that's about to begin in less than thirty minutes. I cannot wait to speak to my children. I have a shit ton of questions to ask them and I know very well how piss
Mirabella's PovThe act of embracing the truth. To look beyond the difficulties and the fear that comes with facing reality. To view the truth as a blessing. To find solace in the fact that the truth is a sparkling light even when the storm of darkness looms.I've embraced the truth.The truth that I can no longer keep my children away from their heritage. The truth that whether I like it or not, my children will always have Matteo Denaro's blood pumping through their veins. The truth that my little angels desperately crave their father's love.But it hurts so bad. It hurts so bad that I have to let him into their lives except, I have no choice in the matter.They love him, they want him, they're happy that he's here and I'll be the most selfish person on earth to take that away from them.I've never seen my children beam with joy the way they did last night whilst talking about their father and I cannot say for sure how they figured out that Matteo is their father but I guess blood i
Mirabella's Pov"Good to know because the next time you put hands on those kids, I will not think twice about burying you alive."A scoff slips my lips. "Wouldn't be the first time."Something in the line of regret and guilt flashes in those beautiful hazel eyes, his jaw visibly tensing. "Mirabella. . .I fucked up.""When have you never?" I raise a brow and his head drops, his gaze shifting from me to the ground.His hold on my neck is released but he's not stepping away from me. His gaze suddenly but slowly shifts from the ground back to me. Our eyes stay heavily locked on each other, our breaths hot and ragged. His eyes drop to my gaped lips and then to my exposed cleavage, causing me to gulp down harshly."Mirabella. . ." He whispers and pulls me close to him, his lips immediately slamming against mine. A gasp slips my lips and he takes advantage of the opportunity, slipping his tongue into my mouth, intertwining his tongue with mine in a dance battle whilst eating the fuck out of