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Chapter 18 - Birthday
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The day at the park was going better than anyone had hoped. The sun was bright but gentle, the air fresh, and laughter filled the space. The park was also empty that day so they had the entire space all to themselves. Gianna had eaten more junk food than she probably should have—cotton candy, popcorn, hotdogs—and Araceli had been right there with her for every bite, every giggle, every game.They had made up ways to play that Gianna could enjoy. Catch became their favorite, tossing a ball between them while Gianna stayed in her wheelchair and Araceli crouched, always ready to reach out and catch anything she missed. They played on every park ride that accommodated her. Araceli never once made her feel like she was missing out. Gianna didn’t even notice that Araceli was doing most of the playing—she was just happy.As the afternoon wore on, Paula and Benjamin found a bench and sat, completely worn out. But Araceli and Gianna still had energy to spare. Araceli had pushed Gianna toward t
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The next morning, the house was unusually quiet, as if even the walls were still basking in the joy of the day before. The memory of Gianna’s and her own tears from the day before haunted Araceli. She felt bad that in trying to comfort the girl, her own pain had leaked through the cracks. She felt like she ruined what should’ve been a perfect day and had to do something to make the girl feel better.That afternoon, the sun was kind and the wind was playful. It was a perfect day to make it up to Gianna.She found her in her room, sitting by the window and twirling a strand of her hair. “Gigi,” Araceli said softly, stepping inside with a gentle smile, “wanna play catch?”Gianna’s eyes lit up instantly. “Like at the park?”“Exactly like at the park.”Paula, who was folding some of Gianna’s clothes nearby, glanced up and rolled her eyes with a smile. “You two never run out of energy, do you?”“Nope!” they said in unison.Paula laughed and stretched. “Alright, I’m off to the restroom. Don
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The door slammed shut behind the men, echoing through the damp, blood-scented corridor like a funeral bell. Luciano descended the staircase first, followed by Dante and Silvio, who was another of his close men. Each of them was dragging men gagged and bound, their muffled screams bouncing off the cold stone walls. One was Sergei’s soldier who contributed to messing up the shipment. The other? A rat. He sold information to Sergei about the shipment that allowed him to botch it.“Welcome,” Luciano said, voice calm, yet cold enough to blister skin, “to the place where you’ll both meet your maker.” he stared at them in disgust “Although I doubt the big man up in heaven had any hand in the creation of such pitiful people”The prisoners kicked and twisted in their bindings, eyes wide and pleading. But it only amused Luciano. Excited him even. He gestured to an iron-plated door. Dante shoved one man in. Silvio flung the other down beside him. Both men whimpered like children, the gags chokin
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The moment the words left his lips, Araceli looked up and the breath left her lungs.Raw horror swam in her wide eyes, her pupils blown wide with disbelief and panic. Her chest pounded so violently she had to clutch the space over her heart, as though squeezing it could somehow force it back into rhythm. But nothing could stop the way her entire body screamed for escape.Luciano kept advancing, his steps slow and deliberate. He drank in the sight of her—trembling, terrified, utterly at his mercy. A smile tugged at his lips. He thought her joy and laughter were good but her fear was absolutely mesmerizing to him, especially knowing he was the cause. That he had her trembling this way.So… the little saint saw everything. She saw the devil in action. How the hell did she even get down here? It should’ve worried him.But it didn’t. Instead, it thrilled him.He was glad she saw because he was done hiding. Done pretending and most importantly he was done holding back. He wanted her and he
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Luciano leaned in again, Araceli flinched violently, expecting the worst—but nothing could have prepared her for the way his lips met her cheek.It wasn’t a kiss. It was a brand. He was possessive, violent, and almost ritualistic in the way he lingered. He kissed it and then licked it. Then sucked it, hot and lingering, like he was trying to take something from her. And finally, he bit down, hard enough to leave a mark.A faint one, but a mark nonetheless.It was revolting to her.Her skin crawled beneath the wet heat of his mouth, a sick, burning trail left behind that made her want to claw it off. She felt violated like he had reached into her chest and tainted something sacred. It was the first time she’d been kissed on the cheek…if she could even call it a kiss.He pulled back, satisfied, as though he’d marked his territory.“Go,” he said simply.She didn’t move. She wasn’t sure if she could move.She stood frozen, cheek still tingling with that disgusting burn. Her entire body w
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The moment Araceli saw his face, her soul dropped several feet into the ground.It was like being punched in the stomach violently and cruelly and all the air was ripped from her lungs. Her eyes lit up in pure, unfiltered shock.Is this a cruel joke?Is her entire life just some kind of twisted comedy?No… not a comedy.A horror film for sure.She tried to breathe, but her chest wouldn’t expand. Her vision blurred.The man standing before her was Nico.Her Nico.The man God had ordained for her. The man who had humiliated her abandoned her and married someone else on their supposed wedding day.The man who now looked at her like she was dirt under his designer shoes.Her boss’s brother.Gianna’s other uncle…Her knees buckled. It was all too much. The plate she was holding slipped from her hands and shattered against the floor.On the other side of the room, Nico froze. When his eyes met hers. For a moment, he was mortified. But not from guilt. No, the only thing plaguing his mind was
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The scent of warm bread and simmering broth filled the small kitchen, wrapping Araceli in a familiar comfort. She perched on the edge of an old wooden chair, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she watched Mrs. Maggie bustle about the stove. The older woman, round and sturdy, moved with ease in the kitchen, ladling a thick stew into a large container.“You don’t eat enough, child,” Mrs. Maggie chided without turning around. “You’re all skin and bones. What good is faith if you don’t have the strength to carry it?”Araceli smiled faintly, tracing a finger over the lace trim of her skirt. “I eat just fine, Mrs. Maggie. But thank you for the food. I know you don’t have to—”“Nonsense.” Mrs. Maggie turned, waving her wooden spoon. “What kind of Christian woman would I be if I let you starve?”Across the room, Mrs. Maggie’s grandchildren sat on the rug, giggling as they flipped through their picture books. A battered, well-loved copy of Cinderella. The cover was faded, the edges curling,
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The Don’s Captive Saint Chapter 18 - Birthday
The sun glowed gently across the courtyard as Araceli, Paula, and Gianna gathered near the waiting car. It was Gianna’s birthday, and the air in the Salvatore estate felt light. Araceli had swapped her maid uniform out for a modest turtleneck and a long flowing skirt. The scarf at her neck was tucked neatly, and her smile—though a bit tired—was genuine. She’d barely gotten any sleep the night before, afraid she’d encounter the devil again but thankfully she didn’t. Her prayers had worked, she thought.Gianna was practically bouncing in Paula’s arms, her excitement tangible as she looked up at Araceli. “Thank you so much for making my uncle agree to this!”Paula smirked, shifting the child’s weight playfully. “She really is a miracle worker, huh? Must’ve picked up a trick or two from those Jesus miracles she’s always reading about.”Everyone laughed, including Araceli, who raised her hands in mock humility. “It’s not about me today. It’s all about this princess turning a year older.”T
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As soon as Araceli stepped into the room, the familiar scent of water lilies and dish soap followed her in, wrapping around Luciano like a memory he hadn’t asked for but couldn’t stop craving. He used to think it was such an odd contrast. But now? He inhaled it like a drug. It lingered in the air, subtle yet commanding, clinging to her like a second skin.She smiled nervously. “Good evening, sir.”Luciano looked up slowly from his work. “Araceli.” He said her name like a thought that had wandered into his mouth. Then his voice sharpened. “The next time you have a request, you come ask me yourself. Don’t send people to do it for you.”Because I want you close every chance I can get, he added internally.Her fingers toyed with the end of her scarf. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry. I just… I thought maybe Roberta would have more luck.”The truth was she was still wary of being alone with him after what happened last time. But she told herself she didn’t have to be nervous. It was all a misunderstan
