VioletI don’t understand why he picked me to be his wife,he could have any woman he pleases and he pick me .My whole life was a blur and he made it even worse ,Why the hell should I marry him for my father debt ? Couldn’t there be another way .This guy was one hell of a mystery .I mean I do find him insanely attractive and I’m sure he feels the same way judging by his intense stares and his jealousy .I hate myself for how my body responds to him. For how I understand those dark desires inside of him. Everything that I have tried to lock up inside of myself, from the time I had first been aware of the edginess inside of me, seems to respond to his presence. It’s as if I can’t keep my innermost feelings hidden around him anymore. His corruption attracts the filth I’d thought I had buried deep inside of myself.On our way back from the shopping trip, Alessio had informed me that we were getting married in three days. He had told me that he would have a dress delivered to me if I didn’t
Violet I could see from the look on Isabelle face that she felt bad about what I said ,The cheeriness fades out from her face but I didn’t understand why was she so happy .It feels weird to me and I wasn’t happy neither cheerful about what was going on . I chuckle to myself and she frowns. I rise to my feet, head inside the bathroom, and took a quick shower, taking care not to wet my hair. When I walk out dressed in a bathrobe, she’s standing by the dressing table. I cross the room and seat myself at the stool in front of the mirror. She comes over to stand behind me. "May I?" She gestures to my hair. "Sure ," I murmur. "Only, I have to warn you that I have a certain look in mind." "I am happy to help you." "Good." I meet her gaze in the mirror, "I plan to wear my hair down so it flows around my shoulders." "Keeping it simple." She nods. "That’s good." "After you dye it red." "Red?" She blinks, "You want to dye your hair, red?" "You heard me." I nod. "I need the color brig
Violet I stood there ,poised at the treshold of the church . At the far end of the aisle, he turns to glance at me, then freezes. Even across the distance, there’s no mistaking the tension that radiates off every inch of his powerful body. Next to him, was his brothers and Alessandro ,I could sense the ripple of shock that ran through them ,I take a step forward, then another. I shiver ,tighten my grasp around the bouquet of white zagra flowers from the orange trees that Isabelle managed to rustle up for me .Everyone fixated at me but my eyes were only on Alessio . My footsteps echo through the completely silent church. It seems I have struck my audience dumb. A giggle bubbles up and I swallow it back. It won’t do to get hysterical. Not now, not after I’ve come this far. With Isabelle's help, I’d managed to don my wedding gown… And when I had seen myself in the mirror… The contrast of my red hair with the black silk and lace and my pale creamy skin, all set off with the white rose
The priest looks at me with a resigned air. He seems to be waiting for me to say something. What? What the hell am I supposed to say? "Ask her again." Alessio growls. The priest draws in a breath, "Do you Violet West take Alessio Domenico Sovrano to be your husband, and promise to be faithful to him always, in joy and in pain, in health and in sickness, and to love him and honor him and obey him every day for the rest of your life?" His voice slices through the nothingness in my head. Anger thrums through my veins. Be faithful to him? Obey him? Love him? Are you freakin’ kidding me? I firm my lips as I stare back at him. The priest glances from me to Alessio who turns to me. He steps in front of me, then lowers his knees and thrusts his face into mine. "Answer the question," he growls. "F*ck you," I say in a low voice, and his features brighten. His eyes gleam. F*ck, how sick is this man that when I insult him in front of everyone, he positively seems to relish it? He places h
AlessioMy eyes were filled with shock as I glance down at the dagger protruding from my chest, then up at her. I could sense from green eyes that she was scared of what she had done ,her hair flowing around her shoulders while she raises the dagger and my blood drips from from fingers to the ground .I hold her gaze, and in the depths of her eyes, I see myself reflected. I reach for her and she holds out her hand—the one without the dagger. Our fingers touch, cling together. Her lips part and my gaze drops to her mouth. The redness of her lipstick matches the scarlet that runs down the blade of the dagger."Pretty Face ," I whisper, "what have you done?""I…" she swallows, "I didn’t have a choice,but I …. I didn’t mean to—" Her shoulders shudder. "I—"Her beautiful features sway in front of my eyes. Black spots flicker at the sides of my vision. My knees seem to give way from under me.I hear her scream and her fingers tighten around mine. The dagger slips from her fingers and clatter
What a fucking mess ," I growl as I pull the shirt away from my chest. I glance down to where the blood flow seems to have lessened, then ball up my shirt and throw it on the floor. "What a fucking mess.""Was that necessary?" Carlos glances sideways at the priest’s body, "Did you have to kill a man of god.""I didn’t have a choice.""The man would have taken what happened here to the grave with him," he protests."And I made sure he did."Carlos grimaces, "And her... Did you have to send her to the basement?""It’s where anyone who commits a crime against any of the families sent." I tilt my head."She’s part of of our family now,"he argues."She needs to prove herself first." Fabian jerks his chin in my direction, "I agree with fratellone,here.""You are one lucky guy ," Fabian rumbles. "She missed your heart."She wasn’t aiming for it," I retort.Silence descends as the guys glance at me."You sure of that?" Alessandro drawls, "because from where I was standing, she sure see
Violet“You can’t keep ordering me around ,do you understand?” I scowl at him as he towers over me .He is a tall man,six feet four inches height and in this light ,he looks massive,his shoulders block out my line of sight ,his dark hair seem to merge the blackness around him .My heart pumped so loudly out of my chest .I can’t believe he forced me to marry him ."Don’t even think about it." His lips curl, "If by some miracle, you get out of the cell, the only way out is up and my brothers are standing on guard as we speak.""So I see you have your whole family plan on this too ?" I swallow. "Why am I not surprised? After all, torturing helpless women must be your family’s past time.""Hmm." He drums his fingers on his massive chest, then winces.My stomach tightens. So, I had managed to wound him, after all, though you can’t see it, with how he’s standing with his spine straight, and dressed in clean clothes. You wouldn’t guess that he had a dagger stabbed in his chest ,a few hours ago
AlessioI love staring her trembling grips.She is tough but not more than I am . She squares her shoulders, then shoves her hair back from her face, with trembling fingers. Hmm, my Beauty is all sass, but deep down, she’s scared. Good. She should be. Right now, I am not sure, exactly, what I am going to do to her, but anticipation is half the enjoyment, after all. Besides, I love it when I surprise myself… I relish it even more when my opponent surprises me. And make no mistake, Beauty here, is the deadliest enemy I have ever faced. I’d underestimated her once and she’d drawn my dagger on me… I am not gonna let her pull a fast one on me again.I snap my fingers, "Don’t keep me waiting." I fold my arms across my chest, stare down my nose at her.She sets her jaw, then draws in a breath. Her chest rises and falls and the peaks of her breasts threaten to overflow the low neck of her gown. I widen my stance, watch as she tips her chin up."You’ll have to help me." She scowls at me."What