Maria. I immediately head to my father's office with shaky legs. I don’t know what to expect, part of me wants to see the proof that Luciano is telling the truth so I can stop going out of my mind with thinking and another part of me wants to see that my father; the same one who has been around almost all my life is innocent. I don’t believe he can hurt anyone more rape someone. I stared at the closed door contemplating whether to barge in or just knock. If I were to barge in then he would notice that something was wrong; the reason why I left Luciano. So I knocked softly before opening the door without waiting for him to answer. I peeked inside and saw him sitting on his chair with his phone to his ear making a call, his back was turned to me so he couldn’t see me look around his office for a second. His voice was in a whisper so I couldn’t hear what he was saying but he sounded harsh. “Father….” I called, causing him to immediately turn around. “Maria, what are you do
Maria.The safe has a code at the side which means a code has to be input before I could see what was inside.I typed in a couple of numbers without thinking hoping it would actually work but It’s it didn’t work I tried a couple of other passwords that I could think of but none of them worked I glanced over my shoulder when I heard a slight noise coming from outside the door, heart racing as I waited to see if anyone was coming but thankfully no one came in.I brought out my phone from the back of my pocket and without thinking I typed a message.Me: How to open a safe without alerting anyone?I shouldn’t be doing this to my father, he has never done a thing to make me doubt him but I have to. To prove he is innocent I have to do this.I bit my bottom lip as I waited for his reply, I wondered if he would even reply……Grumpy Luc: What kind?Me: A safe with codes?Grumpy Luc: Send a picture so I can see.I did just that and waited impatiently for his reply. I have less time in my hands
Maria. I wiped my sweaty hands on my trousers as I walked towards my father who was sitting on one of the couches. I didn’t say anything as I waited for him to be the first to speak, I feared I would blurt everything out without being asked if I made an attempt to say something. Father's eyes roamed over my body, my heart was beating so loud that I feared he would hear me. “Why are you really here Mariana?” He asked, his gaze and voice sounding doubtful as they stared at me. “I’m….” “And don’t you say you are fine, you don’t look fine Maria. You have been acting…..off through dinner, I noticed.” He added. Of course, he’s going to notice since I was not myself. “I…..” what do I say was the reason I acted that way during dinner? “I…” He stared at me expectantly, waiting for an answer from me. “Luciano and I had a quarrel so I left the house for some fresh air.” That was the only lie I could think of at the moment. He doesn’t suspect a thing of me going through his o
Luciano.I thought I had passed the pain when remembering that night but guess I was wrong. Because staring at the other part of what my mom took as her most precious gift made me sick to the stomach.I wanted to push something out of the way, hit something and maybe someone, and then cry my eyes out when I was done.It hurts.It hurts just staring at that little item, I couldn’t even move to take it from her hand. Her hand was shaky as she stretched it out to me like the bracelet was heavy.“I…..want answers.” She said taking the bracelet back but before I knew it my feet moved on their own and I was standing before her with my hand stretched out.She stared at my hand before placing the half bracelet in my hand. I stared at it like it was a foreign object before squeezing it and going back to my seat.“Ask your questions,” I said.Apart from feeling like my inside was about to burst out, I was scared. When she left this morning I thought she wasn’t going to return, I thought she was
Luciano.I stared at her and sighed.“I can’t tell you I’m sorry Mariana.” She looked at me.“I did this for my mother and I’m going to go through with my plan and I also can’t apologize for that. You will always be his daughter; the man who hurt my mother and killed my father, and I can’t possibly regret my actions that were meant to avenge them. It will feel like I’m betraying them like I’m picking you over them. Over the plans I have made to make sure your father ends up six feet below just like them.”She shook her head, “I know what my…… father did…. is bad and deserves….. whatever plans you’ve for him. But…. you’re making this hard, you’re trying….. to get me…. to choose between the two of you.”I shook my head, “You don’t need to choose if you don’t want to. You can stay on your father's side and warn him about my plans.” I said and I meant it.I know it would be selfish of me to ask her to choose between us.“Why….. don’t you just…. kill me…. to send a word to him?” She asked
Maria. I watched as Luciano took the stairs one after the other before disappearing from my sight. My weak legs gave way as soon as he was gone and I had to grab the couch to support myself so I wouldn’t hit the floor. I don’t know what to think or do about this situation. I kept staring at the stairs and the door, and he gave me an ultimatum to leave. Should I do that? Should I just leave and act like nothing happened or stay? And even if I decide to leave, where would I stay? I can’t go back to my house and see father the same way after knowing what he had done. I was a bit conflicted as I stood there until I made my decision and got up and went to my room. My head aches from thinking too much, so I took a bath so it could help me feel a bit better. But that didn’t work, even while lying on my bed I couldn’t sleep. I have been tossing and turning around for most of the night. Apart from the headache, the constant crying, my sleeplessness, and my swollen eyes, Luciano’s words
Maria. I blanked out after hearing that. There weren't a lot of things I remembered about my mother but the one thing I know and would never forget was that she's a good, warm-hearted person who would do good things to others instead of harming them. I know how she doesn’t look at me whenever she’s talking to me, how she always makes sure Emilia and I have the best of everything. She was always sweet and kind to everyone around her. I couldn’t help but wonder what accident he was talking about. “What….do you mean?” I asked after taking almost a minute to remember anything that had to do with an accident. I was told we lost Mom to the cold hands of death and apart from that nothing else. Nobody made mention of an accident. “You don’t remember, do you?” Luciano asked and I shook my head. I have no idea what he’s talking about. “Then I don’t think I should say anything about it to you,” my eyes went to his. “You clearly have a memory loss, not of everything but of that particul
Maria.I went still after hearing him say that.Or maybe I didn’t hear him clearly because there’s no way Luciano would say that to me, especially knowing who I was and what blood ran in my veins.“You…..don’t mean that,” I whispered when I finally found the right time to start breathing again.His arm left my waist and I’m being rolled to my back with him hovering above me, staring at me with hooded eyes.“I do. I have always wanted to hate you, I needed to. But I couldn’t. Immediately I saw you in that black dress in that bathroom and the deviance in your eyes, I knew I was fucking done for. Why did you have to go and make me feel again?”I still couldn’t believe what I heard, I sucked in deep breaths and tried pinching myself to make sure I didn’t fall asleep and this was a dream.It wasn’t. It was real, Luciano was real and his confession was also real.He loves me.“You love me?” I asked hopefully.I want to hear him say it again.“I do.” He answered while holding my stare.But w
Epilogue.Three months later.Maria.“You have to wake up now, butterfly.” I moaned, pushing away from the voice but whoever it was wasn’t going to let me sleep like I’d wanted.“Butterfly.” He called again, and slowly I peeled my eyes open, staring directly at my husband.He smiled at me once our eyes locked.“Wakey, wakey.” I yawned, without bothering to get down from the bed.“Isn’t it too early to wake me up, Luc?” I asked with my throat a bit dry.Was he taking me out for another sightseeing after the one he took me days ago?As much as I hated when he woke up so early in the morning, it was worth it. Every single moment was magical and I would have regretted it if I didn’t force myself up.“No, it’s not. It’s almost three in the afternoon, butterfly. You should wake up so you’ll eat.” I couldn’t believe what he’d just said.Slowly I look from him to the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table. He was really telling the truth, the time was 2;45 pm which meant I had been sleeping
Maria.In one single powerful thrust, he shoved his thick cock inside me. My mouth opened but no sound came out. I’m stretched wide as I take every inch of his cock inside me, sinking my fingernails into his back and wrapping my shaky legs around his waist.He let out a groan as he leaned down, resting his head on mine and pulling at the side of my hair. He pecked my forehead and moved his head to my side, placing his mouth directly on my ear.“I fucking missed this butterfly. I missed being inside you.” He growled in my ear.He remained inside me without moving, “you feel like fucking heaven.” He pulled all the way out and then he moved his hips again, thrusting into me until he was in.“Fuck!” He cursed.My breasts bounced against his chest, my nipples rubbing his as I cried out in pleasure.He chuckled darkly, pulling back and then tugging on my hair harder.“Ask me to fuck you again, butterfly.” He commanded.I let out a cry and quickly the words came out of my mouth.“Please fuck
Maria.“Take off your panties.” Luciano didn’t do anything after that, instead, he watched me. He watched me take my panties off leaving me in nothing but his shirt I was putting on which would be on the floor in a matter of seconds soon.“Fuck! I didn’t know how much I loved seeing you in my shirt until today. You should wear it often.” He said and all I did was blush at his compliment.Before I knew what was happening he wrapped his hands around my waist and pushed me to the bed until I was lying on my back. He hovered over me with his eyes dark with lust as they stared into mine.“I can’t wait to taste you, butterfly.” He whispered as he placed soft kisses on my neck and shoulder.“Then what are you waiting for?” The words were out of my mouth before I realized what I had said. That was bold and I love it.“Jesus Christ woman, are you trying to Jill me?” He asked as he held the helm of the shirt, he pushed it up until it gathered around my neck.My breasts were exposed to his eyes
Luciano.Everything felt like a fucking dream, I feel like I’m vibrating with feelings after so many years of being dead inside and that’s all because of her.Mariana.What she did for me was absolutely amazing. The best thing anyone could have done for my dead soul. She brought back the light in my fucking life and I wasn’t kidding when I said she is different from her father.She’s the light in our dark world and I want that to remain the same.I’m currently lying in bed even though I’m perfectly okay to move around and go about my business but since she isn’t satisfied with the doctor's report that I’m fine, I was forced to stay in bed.I have no choice but to do that, she’s the fucking boss now and I would do anything for her.Just like she knew I was thinking about her, the door opened and my beautiful wife walked in. Since it was just the two of us at home—Emilia wouldn’t leave Kyle's side no matter what anyone said. So she followed him to his house to take better care of him.I
Maria.“Are you there, Mari?” I sniffed, fisting my hand in my lap.“I’m fine. Just Luc and Kyle got shot.” hearing her sharp intake of breath made me realize what I’ve just said.Shit!“Is he…. Are they alright?” She asked, her voice completely filled with worry.I shouldn’t have mentioned Kyle got shot.“Yes, they are….” They will be.I’m sure they will both be okay.“Okay, what about you? Are you alright?”“I’m perfectly fine, Lia.”“And…. Father?” She hesitated before asking.“He’s no longer here lia. I’m sorry.” I have to apologize for what I did.“It’s okay. I…. We will be at the hospital soon, see you later.” She hung up before I could even say more.I let out a breath and closed my eyes.“Is everything alright?” My eyes snapped open and they came in contact with Carlos’s.“No. Everything is fine.” He stared at me for a while before nodding once.“I have gotten everything under control; the police I mean.” He added when he must have seen the confused look on my face.“Thank you
Maria. “Butterfly.” I was only able to stop once Luciano called my name. I brought the gun down slowly as I turned to look at him. Shit! I have completely forgotten he got shot. “Luc!” I threw the gun away and ran straight to where he was lying on the floor. His blood hasn’t stopped coming out of the gunshot wound and right there I feel nothing after shooting my father—killing him. I had no choice, it was either him or every one of us. He has already got to Luc and Kyle, and I would be next if I didn’t do that. “Are you alright?” He asked and right at this moment I just wanted to smack his chest. He was the one in pain, the one looking all pale and ready to lose consciousness yet he was asking if I was alright. Carlos rushed over to check my father's body on the floor, I bet he’s alive after all those….. I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I just shot my own father. “Hey…. look at me, you are alright.” Luciano said weakly as he raised his hand. I let the first tea
Luciano. “She begged you to stop but you didn’t. Any man wouldn’t do that to the woman he claimed to love.” I spat out angrily. God. I was ready to put a bullet in his head if only he was pointing a gun at my wife, his fucking daughter. “You know me more than that, Mariana. I am not the man you think I am, I would never do such a thing to another woman not when I have you and your sister. I have done everything to protect the both of you, I have provided everything you’ve ever wanted.” “You certainly are not the man I think you are, father. Yes, you protected me and my sister, you provided everything we needed. Do you want to know why? Because you want me by your side at all times. You should be ashamed to call yourself a father; one wouldn’t do to his daughter or his wife what you’ve done to me and mother.” “I never wanted to do any of that Mariana, yes I don’t love your mother but I was ready to keep her. It’s all her fault, you got into it because she was being too fucking noi
Luciano.I couldn’t think as I stared at the man I hate so much pointing a gun at my wife’s head.“Nice of you to join the party, Rossi,” Pedro said, with a cheeky grin on his lips.“What do you want?” I asked, taking my eyes from his to Marianas who didn't look a bit bothered her father was pointing a gun at her.But I can tell she was scared but didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.“You know the very one thing I want, boy.” He answered.“And that is?”“The death of you and your brother. You both have been nothing but a pain in my ass for some many years. I want you gone, the same way I did with your parents.” He smiled after saying that.He’s edging me.My eyes flickered to Kyle who was still on the floor bleeding from his stomach which he’s trying hard to stop. His face looked pale and as he lay on the floor the image of my father lying dead on the ground with his pool of blood surrounding him popped up in my head.“You should stop this madness, Pedro!” Carlos snapped behind
Luciano.I stared at nothing as I kept wondering what had gone wrong, I have everything planned so how the fuck was Pedro able to get away without knowing what we have planned.“How did this happen?”“How did he escape?” Carlos' question pulls me back to consciousness.I looked at him, we were currently standing in the hallway of his office floor. The evidence has been given to him and right now he has every right to get Pedro in for questioning but what the fuck I do not know was how he was able to get a whiff of this.“I have no idea.”“Do you know where he must have gone?” He asked again, his tone a bit different from earlier so I know he isn’t talking about Pedro now.My mood seemed to dampen as he asked about him again.It has been three hours since Adriano left my house, three hours since I haven’t heard anything from him, and three fucking hours since Pedro went missing.“I don’t know. He wouldn’t answer his phone no matter how many times I called.” His words haven't stopped ri