GIA'S POVI woke up from Mario's chest and looked at him sleeping. He looked so peaceful and beautiful. I remembered the first night we spent together, and I could not get over how peaceful he looked when he looked angry and annoyed almost all the time. I wanted to touch his face and lean up and kiss him. "Why are you not sleeping?" I almost jumped out of the bed when he asked me. He startled me. "Why are you spying on me? I thought you're sleeping." I got off the bed and put on my gown. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the bed. "Where are you going?" He asked. I giggled. "I'm going to bathe and then go and check up on Bella.""I didn't hear Sofia complain that Bella needs you to check up on her," he kissed my neck. "I'm sure she misses me and trying to be a good girl to Sofia!" I giggled while Mario turned me on with his neck kisses. "Then let them bond!" He stripped off my gown and covered us inside the sheets and then whispered. "I have plenty of surprises for you t
GIA'S POVA week later. I was asleep in my bed, still mad at Mario, for carelessly ordering his man to kill someone else when I thought that he was changed. I didn't want to utter a single word to him even after we moved to the new house.When I heard a door knock early this morning, I groaned and sat up on my bed and told the person outside to come in. It was Mario. "I hope I didn't wake you up." He said when our eyes met. I didn't want to pay attention to the pace of my heartbeat. So, instead, I looked him in the eye and pretended that I was still mad at him. That seeing him did not make me want to jump out of bed and bury my face in his neck, and let him kiss me until we were both out of breath and lusting for one another."No. But what do you want? Are you here to ask me when I am leaving your house?" I folded my arms across my chest. "No. I am here to give you this," he came forward and handed me a document. 'Conti Logistics' was boldly written on top of the document. I took
~GIA-Mario Montez... He was my nightmare. He was a ruthless mafia king who killed for fun and didn't care about anyone's feelings but his own. He had two little sisters whom he protected with his life, and when my father killed one of the sisters as a failed assassin job meant for Mario, he came after my family and took everything that my father owned. He made him pay for his sins, and my father was stripped of everything that belonged to him. Including me. "I'd rather die than marry you," I said firmly, looking him in the eye. "We will see about that," he replied as he sat down and looked up at me with a smirk on his face. I gritted my teeth, got up from the couch, and went to my room. He kept me hostage in his house for 6 months, and then all of a sudden, he wanted to make me his wife. It sounded absurd to me that he wanted to marry the daughter of the man who killed his younger sister. I thought that he was going to kill me by now instead of keeping me alive just to torture
~GIA~Anna was right. Mario didn't hate me. But he also didn't like me. "To my beautiful wife, everybody. The daughter of Conti the Assassin!" Mario said, raising his wine glass in the air for everyone to see in the ballroom hall. We had just gotten married, and already, my nightmare was starting. "To Gia Conti!" Everyone chanted and raised their wine glasses in the air. We all sat down for dinner, and I sat down next to Mario. When I was about to eat my food, Mario leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, "You are now a Montez, my love, you are one of us. And these are now your people." "I will never be part of you," I whispered back. "Oh, yes, you are," he smiled at me, and I returned the smile with a frown. "Martinez, come forward with the documents," he instructed the minister, who had just gotten us married. Martinez came rushing to his side with documents. Mario took them and placed them in front of me with a pen. It was a marriage certificate and a formal document t
~GIA~When I got back to my room, I found Anna waiting for me. She looked surprised and concerned at the same time. It was as if she knew what I had to endure inside Mario's bedroom. I fought back tears and pretended to be unbothered. I just didn't want to cry anymore. I was done crying. It gave Mario satisfaction to continue torturing me just to see my reaction. "Gigi, what happened? I saw the last girl leave a while ago," she asked. Concern in her voice. "He made me watch as he made love to her," I answered. "What? Are you serious?" She came towards me, took my hand, and sat down with me on the bed. I chuckled, "I watched everything as if it was a movie." "I didn't know he was going to do that," she answered, pitying me. I didn't want her to pity me anymore. "I am going to get away from him, Anna," I said, looking at her. "I'll help you," she answered. "No, I don't want you to get into trouble!" I looked at her. Scared that I might lose her too if Mario found out what we w
~GIA~Days after Anna's death, it felt like time stood still. There was a void inside my heart that nothing but death could fill. I was married to Mario, the most ruthless man I've ever known. He made my life a living hell. He made me give up on life and fantasize about my death. I was a walking corpse and gave up on trying to escape from him. He owned my life, and there was nothing or anybody that could do to help me get away from him. Except for death, of course. For days, I couldn't stop imagining Anna's blood on my face whenever I looked in the mirror. I couldn't eat or sleep. It felt like food choked in my throat whenever I was tempted to eat, and the nights seemed longer. Darker and lonelier. Every day, it was torture to realize that I was still alive and had to get through the day and the night that followed. I kept thinking that I should have been the one who got that bullet, and not Anna. She deserved to live. She probably had people that she loved and were still al
~GIA~Two nights in a row, I dedicated my time to watching a Bride Killa documentary. And for whatever reason those brides killed their husbands after their wedding, I didn't care about it. I was mesmerized by how they carried out their agenda and were not suspected. Not even by their grooms. They were very careful with how they carried out their agenda. They played their cards smart and made their men not suspect even a thing. I watched other killer documentaries and took notes about how it was not necessary to be able to kill someone who was only romantic with you. It had to be someone vicious. Someone exactly like Mario. And to make it look like it wasn't me who committed the murder, I had to get rid of any evidence that could point toward me. I had to lure him into my trap, make him comfortable, or get him sleeping pills before I killed him. When I was done, I had to use plastic bags to dispose of his body in the lake where he might never be found for many years. Or bury h
~GIA~The car drove off and headed to town. It was Thursday, and it was busier than I expected. So, Ari and I decided to start by getting our hair done, our nails and pedicures done, and then have some shoe shopping before going to the costume store. It was a girl's day out that I was dying to have for months. And I was spending Mario's money. I made sure that I got myself the most expensive hairstyle. The most expensive nail art and pedicure. I also got myself the most expensive shoes to make up for all the trauma that I went through. Everything that Arianna and I got were the most expensive sets in the stores. I didn't feel any remorse for our spending. We both deserved it. I deserved it. After all, I was kept captive for months against my will. A shopping spree was a little revenge that I deserved. Besides, it was not as if the few thousand dollars that I spent were going to make any difference to Mario's bank account."How do I look in this, Gigi?" Arianna asked as she fitt