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Mariam El-HafiThe story is slowly undergoing edits.
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Althaia I let out a small groan, grabbing my head due to the pounding headache. I sat up and blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the darkness in the room. It was Cara’s room. Before I could get confused about why I was here, everything rushed back to me. Blood. So much blood. And my uncle’s detached tongue on the floor. I almost gagged at the image. A beam of light filled the room as the door opened. “You’re awake.” Cara stepped in and handed me a bottle of water. “Are you okay?” She sat next to me on the bed and looked at me with worry. I shrugged. “He deserved it, Thaia. He’s lucky he’s still alive after talking like that.” She scoffed, her voice laced with disgust and not at all bothered. She was right. Her father deserved it, and more, particularly for how he has treated Cara over the years. But it was seeing the action unfold in front of me that had me black out. It was a friendly reminder of what kind of world I had stepped into and what these people were capable of.
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Althaia “You promised me, Althaia!” Cara scowled. “I did no such thing!” I mirrored her expression. I was in Cara’s room, helping her pack her bags since she was going to stay with the Bellavia family to plan the wedding. Actually, she was packing while I was laying on the bed, just flipping through a random magazine I found. Since it was a good few hours between the residences, it was easier for her to stay there instead of constantly going back and forth. And now she was trying to make me go with her. “Yes, you did! Remember when we went out for brunch, and I told you I needed help planning the wedding? You told me you would be happy to help since you’re staying here for a while and have nothing to do, anyway.” She insisted. I stopped flipping through the magazine as I tried to remember when I had said that. “Are you actually trying to implant a fake memory into my mind?” I looked at her accusingly. “No.” She avoided looking at me. “Yes, you are, you sneaky little bitch!” I
The Devil's Fire A Man Of His Words
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The Devil's Fire Majestic Manor
Althaia Do you think they are okay?” I asked our driver for the hundredth time, whose name I learned was Dario. The poor guy was stuck in the car with me and Cara. I kept asking questions and wouldn’t shut up. But he was actually nice and showed no annoyance towards me and kept reassuring me that no one got hurt and everyone was safe. But somehow his words were not comforting me the way I had hoped. “Althaia, please shut up and leave Dario alone. He said they are okay, so hush!” Cara scolded and I clamped my mouth shut. I kept checking my phone to see if I got any messages. I texted Michael a while ago to see if he had heard from my father, but I still had no reply. I sighed and leaned back in the seat, staring out the window, hoping to distract my mind. Michael I just talked to him, and he told me what happened. Shit, Althaia, are you okay? I breathed out a sigh of relief and texted him back. Althaia Thank God! Yes, we are okay and safe. We are on our way to the Bellavia's.
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Althaia My heart fluttered as I stepped further into the room. His golden-brown eyes followed me as I slowly walked toward him. “You’re okay.” I breathed out in relief. I didn’t want to admit it to Cara, but I had been worried sick about Damiano. He risked his life for me. Damiano didn’t say anything, his face expressionless as he held his hand out for me to take. Without giving it a single thought, I went to him and placed my hand in his. I let out a small gasp when he suddenly took a hold of my hips and pulled me onto his lap in a straddle position. I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself when I almost crashed into him. “How are you?” He asked, and my body tingled when he caressed me. “I should be the one asking you. You’re the one who acted like a bulletproof vest for me.” I chuckled. He let out a genuine smile and my breath quickly got caught in my throat. It was a rare, beautiful sight that had my stomach fluttering uncontrollably. My body acted on its own and I
The Devil's Fire An Affair?
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The Devil's Fire A Misunderstanding
Althaia Arianna rolled her eyes in Rafaelle’s direction before casting a disapproving glance at Damiano. “Damiano, did you really have to punch him in front of all those people?” “He’s lucky he’s even alive.” Damiano calmly replied. “Is this how you welcome your cousin into your home?” Rafaelle huffed out and I dropped my jaw open. “So… you’re all… related...?” I pointed at each one of them. “We sure are, gorgeous.” Rafaelle winked, which earned him a punch in the stomach from Damiano. “Rafaelle, shut up! And Damiano, stop hitting him.” Arianna sighed in annoyance. “Don’t worry, I can take it.” Rafaelle wheezed out with his hands on his knees as he tried to compose himself. “You’re not together…?” I looked back and forth between the two of them, and the more I kept looking at them, the more I could see they were related. “That would be incest, love.” Rafaelle straightened up. Arianna was quick and hit Rafaelle in the head, sending his head flying forward before Damiano could
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