Mirabella's PovOne thing about embracing truth is the pain that comes with it. The truth rips you apart piece by piece, it feeds on your inside, forces you into solitude, messes with your head but it somehow finds a way to make you feel whole.Embracing and coming to terms with my truth haven't been the easiest thing to do but I oddly feel whole. I feel satiated. I'm at peace with myself because I allowed the truth take charge.But there's a whole lot of other issues arising like a great storm within me and I cannot say for sure how I'm to remain calm when that storm comes.Is it regret?Is the love I feel for my husband still there?Is my past catching up on me?I do not know but all I know is there's just so much that I can take.A small knock sounds on my door and I don't need a seer to figure out who's on the other side. I hurriedly wipe my face clean of every traces of tears or sorrow or even sadness.Why does he bring out this side of me?"Come in." I call out and the door is g
Matteo's PovWhat the fuck are they still doing locked up in that room?Why isn't she coming out?Fuck!Shit!I'm going insane!I will rather die than lay around like a pathetic little bitch while another man unravels my wife. My woman. Mine.Okay. . .be smart here, Matteo, we don't want to give her any more reasons to hate us more than she already does.My subconscious cautions. I shudder.Hysteric laughter bubbles out of me whilst I toss and turn in bed. When did I become this person? When did I learn to stay this calm even when my insides are being ripped apart? When did I learn to share?Mirabella belongs to me.She is mine.My property.My obsession.Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. Mine to fuck. My wife. The mother of my children. She belongs to me as much as I belong to her and I'll do whatever it takes to win her back. I'll win back her trust and loyalty. I'll make sure she realizes where she belongs and in order to succeed at my endeavors, every threat and distractions must me eli
Matteo's Pov"Fuck! Matteo! How the fuck did you get into my bathroom?"My eyes darken at the sight of erect nipple poking through her silk nightdress. "And here I was thinking that you've become very aware of your surroundings." I mumble as I motion towards her. She mirrors my action by taking a step back with each step I take forward until she's trapped between the wall and my body."Matteo what are—""Shut up." I growl. "Look over there Mirabella." I whisper, pointing to the left and the moment her head whips towards the left, I encircle my leather belt around her neck, tightening it enough to apply the needed pressure."Matt—""Shut up." I push my front into her, groaning at the melodious sound that elicits her lips. "Tell me, Mirabella, tell me that you consent to this. Say yes."She breathes out a, "no." And I tighten the belt around her neck with a growl like moan. "Wrong answer. Try again.""Matteo," she whispers, her tone coming out torn and I push my front into her one more t
Matteo's PovI've come to terms with the fact that some days might be good and some days bad, but right now, in this moment when my eyes flutter open to my wife's face scrunched up in pleasure and her pussy suffocating my dick, I can bet everything I have that it's going to be a splendid day today.How the fuck did I end up shoving my dick into my wife's pussy whilst we were asleep?Where the hell are the kids?How the hell is my wife enjoying sex when she's half awake?My thrusts are halted, my brain running in circles as I desperately attempt to fully decipher the events of this morning that might have led to this.Mirabella mumbles. "Matteo. . . Don't stop. Please, don't stop.""El? Baby? Are you asleep?" I murmur, grunting almost immediately when she rotates her hips, pushing herself forward to take all of me with a whimper.Her pussy tightens around my dick suffocatingly and I hiss, burrowing my head into the crook of her neck, moaning her name."Mirabella, please wake up. You mi
Mirabella's PovWhen Matteo and I heard the crash downstairs and took to our heels, I was hoping that it wouldn't be anything serious. Going on downstairs, I prayed in my heart that it'd just be the kids playing and thrashing the furniture but that doesn't seem to be the case.Not when my daughter's lips are spread wide in a toothy smile with blood smeared all over her face, and my son's features stoic, a better part of his body is soaked in blood.Time suddenly slows down, my legs coming to an abrupt stop, leaving me rooted in a spot as harsh pants escape my parted lips.Slowly, I whip my head around, immediately locking eyes with my husband who seems to be having the same thought as I. The situation isn't making any sense to me and I'm trying really hard to have a better understanding but my brain seems to be in a fog.My eyes widen even more, my brows furrowing so hard that my temple hurts. My daughter smiles even bigger, looking up at her father and I. My son still as quiet as he
Mirabella's PovAm I truly living? Or am I yearning for death in order to truly live?Is a question that I've continuously asked myself for years.I live because death is promised.Through the promise of death, I breathe.Through the promise of death, I yearn for the ability to truly live.When I'm faced with death, I expect it to be the happiest day of my life. Almost like finally seeing your long, lost friend.I hope for death's embrace to be soft and warm, to make me feel like I'm at home—the home I've always been in search of for as long as I can remember.Sincerely, I've become very impatient as I await death's call upon me. So, I remind myself with each passing day that I am one day closer to being faced with death.And today is that day.When against all opposition, I'm adorned in a leather body tight jumpsuit, fully strapped with guns and blades, ready to take on the bastards who were brave enough to abduct my daughter.We all file out—men and women trained for war.It's with h
Mirabella's Pov"No." I state my answer with a tone of finality. My husband scoffs, his head bobbing a few times. His tongues darts out and swipes across his teeth."Till death do us part."Those are the words that flow through the air before another side to my husband is activated. He runs through the rain of bullets, doing his very best to protect himself until he's gotten to our daughter.With one swift motion, he sweeps her off her feet and with the same speed, he runs like his life depends on how fast his legs move.It does, technically.A smile coats my lips when they reach me, a choked sob escaping the back of my throat when my princess hugs into me.I bask in the joy of having my daughter back in my arms that I don't realize my husband has walked back into the battlefield, this time without his vest nor his guns.He throws his hands into the air in a surrender, as if inviting death.I push my daughter aside and stumble, repeated screams escaping my throat."No! No! No! No! No
Mirabella's Pov"Because I loved you, dinnazione!"It's a declaration. One made with a strained voice, staggered breath, and a hesitant heart.Time stills. I blink, my blink slow—too slow, as though my grip on sanity is lost.Certain events are impossible to prevent.For years, decades even, it has been a known fact. Certain events cannot be prevented, but a knowing of its occurrence ensures that we are properly prepared for when those events does occur.With Ares, my eyes were opened wide, my ears listening, intent to comprehend the signs by observation.The manner at which he stared at me, smiled at me, took care of me, provided me with companionship—I wanted to comprehend.Foolish of me to assume.I was too much of a coward to have demanded clarity.He was too much of a coward to have come forward, and clean about how he truly felt.And now, we're put in a difficult situation.Now, I'm in disbelief.When did it happen?How did it happen?How possible was it that Ares harbored feeli