Luciano.I looked above her head in the mirror to check out my suit. With her face still turned to the side I could see her reflection in the mirror and the tears gathering in her eyes.I wasn’t surprised. She’s as weak as her father and just as hopeless.She has no qualities I would ever want in a wife—that’s if I wanted one in the first place.“You will talk about how excited you are for the wedding, how much fun you are having going shopping for your wedding dress, and whatever the fuck makes women so horny for weddings, and make sure you convince them all. You know what will happen if you don’t.” I went on without bothering to pay another glance at her.“Don’t make me wait too long.” I spin on my heel and reach for the door handle.I stopped before opening the door and said,“Wipe those fucking tears. Nobody wants to see them.”The bathroom door closed to the sound of her pathetic sniffles, she better get her goddamn shit together before coming out m. If she messes this up for me
Maria.Morning sunlight enters the room through the gauzy drapes on the window, bathing it in warmth. It would make a perfect day for a wedding if only it wasn’t mine. It might be warm outside but inside of me, a cold war was going on.Maybe I should have run away, I wouldn’t be here if I had done then.And then what?What would I do if I ran away?Will that stop me from being in danger?Will that protect my sister from harm? No, instead that would bring more harm to us than this.And they would have found me eventually, dragged me back from wherever I went.“Miss.” I snapped out of my thoughts and stared at the mirror.My seamstress stared at me with worry obvious in her eyes.“Is the dress too tight?” She asked.I sighed and quickly removed my hand from my abdomen before shaking my head.“No, it’s alright,” I replied, and that eased the worries on her face. I rubbed my throat, I have been talking too much for the past couple of weeks and it’s seriously telling on me.I will have to
Maria.I couldn’t help but compliment my younger sister, she looked pretty in her wine dress with spaghetti straps. Her hair was braided and swept to the side and the tiny flower on her hair made her prettier.She looked so grown up.“There you are, my beautiful daughters.” Our heads whipped to the side, and we both stared at our father as he approached us.Seeing him made my heart beat faster, I knew what would come after this since he was here. The wedding is about to start.I forced a smile and avoided his eyes, our relationship hasn’t been the same since he practically forced me to marry Luciano but that’s no surprise. All my life I have known him to be a loving and overprotective father, someone who wouldn’t make any decisions for us. He let us make mistakes and then correct them but here he is pushing me to a murderer.I really want to believe he’s doing this because he knows that this is the best for me.His eyes remained on me until he was standing before us.I know he’s looki
Maria.There was a lot that I wanted to say, a lot of comebacks that I have for each word he spat out but I couldn’t say them because of my damn condition. A time like this is one of those times that I wished I had a voice; a normal one where I can talk without having to move my hands or even feel pain after saying one or two words.“I said. Is. That. Clear?” He asked, inching closer, and right now I wished for the wall to close on me.I would rather stay there than marry this man.I hate him. I don’t usually hate people but he’s one of those people that I rarely hate. I thought I could make this marriage work out after everything but guess I was wrong.This man standing before me will never love me, he doesn’t even care or see me as his wife except for whatever transactional reason he’s doing with my father.“Don’t make me repeat myself, Mariana.” He growled, holding my chin and making me look directly at his eyes.“I will….never….love you,” I stressed the words as I forced them out.
Maria.Hours later, I found myself sitting in the back seat of a car beside Luciano, being driven out of town to my new home—Luciano's home. After exchanging words with most of the families, we decided to call it a night. Before that, I did have one last chance to hug and talk to my sister before leaving, even though Luciano insisted we leave at once. Just because he had put that damn ring on my finger didn’t mean he could control me."I’m going to miss you so much, Mari," Emilia said as she wrapped her arms around my waist.I didn’t hesitate to do the same. "I will miss you too," I sniffled, blinking back tears so I wouldn’t cry.I wasn't crying because of what Luciano said; he could go screw himself for all I cared. I just didn’t want to make Emilia feel worse by breaking down in front of her.“Promise me you are going to let me visit you always?” She asked as she buried her head on my shoulder.That was a tough promise I didn’t know if I could fulfill. It still wasn’t clear if Luci
Maria.I stayed quiet waiting for him to be done with whatever he had to say. I was tired, my feet were sore and killing me. I needed some sleep but I guess I can’t leave until he’s done speaking and besides I have no idea where my room is.“It will be just us and the workers staying in the mansion, unfortunately, my brother had to look for another space because of the wedding.” He said and I frowned slightly.Is he trying to blame me for marrying him? Well, in case he has forgotten he’s the one who insisted on this wedding, not me.“Come with me,” I rolled my eyes. Finally.He took the steps two at a time but I was slower, my feet ached even after taking the shoes off.He was waiting for me at the top of the stairs, glaring at me like I was the cause of his problems.Well, he doesn’t expect me to be quick when my feet are killing me, and not in this dress.When I got to the last step, he turned without waiting for me or even asking if I was alright. Asshole.God, I can’t keep count
Luciano.The whole wedding was a hassle, I had to make my face neutral so I wouldn’t show any sign of disgust at Pedro or his daughter.Luckily the wedding had gone through and everything was perfect, the only thing I wished I could avoid was staying under the same roof with her.But like every other thing that came with this marriage that was impossible, newly married couples are expected to stay together for as long as they are married.They are not to be separated for a long time; the longest a couple could go without being together is forty-eight hours and when it’s more than that it sends suspicions to whoever was watching our marriage.“Happy married life, brother.” I paused in my steps as I glanced at Adriano who was leaning on the staircase.“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be at one of those parties of yours?” I asked as I took the stairs down without bothering to see if he was following me.I needed a drink, a strong drink that could help me fall asleep.I entered the kitchen and g
Luciano.My heart was racing as pain surged through every limb in my body. I groaned loudly and attempted to sit up, only to curse and fall back on the cold damp floor. My palms pressed against the cold concrete as I closed my eyes grimacing in pain.I wanted to cry but quickly kicked against the idea as soon as it came. Crying would mean every single one of those fuckers has won, crying would mean I am weak and weakness isn’t something I want to show any of them.“Brother.” I craned my neck to the other side of the room, opening my eyes and trying to adjust to the darkness in the room.One would think I must have gotten used to it after staying here for years.My brother.He’s the only thing that is keeping me sane in these four cold empty walls. He’s the only thing that makes me look forward to seeing another day; to plan our escape.“Are you alright?” He asked, his voice shaking slightly due to how cold the room was.I grind my teeth together and let out a sigh.“I’m fine. Just a s
Luciano.The whole wedding was a hassle, I had to make my face neutral so I wouldn’t show any sign of disgust at Pedro or his daughter.Luckily the wedding had gone through and everything was perfect, the only thing I wished I could avoid was staying under the same roof with her.But like every other thing that came with this marriage that was impossible, newly married couples are expected to stay together for as long as they are married.They are not to be separated for a long time; the longest a couple could go without being together is forty-eight hours and when it’s more than that it sends suspicions to whoever was watching our marriage.“Happy married life, brother.” I paused in my steps as I glanced at Adriano who was leaning on the staircase.“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be at one of those parties of yours?” I asked as I took the stairs down without bothering to see if he was following me.I needed a drink, a strong drink that could help me fall asleep.I entered the kitchen and g
Maria.I stayed quiet waiting for him to be done with whatever he had to say. I was tired, my feet were sore and killing me. I needed some sleep but I guess I can’t leave until he’s done speaking and besides I have no idea where my room is.“It will be just us and the workers staying in the mansion, unfortunately, my brother had to look for another space because of the wedding.” He said and I frowned slightly.Is he trying to blame me for marrying him? Well, in case he has forgotten he’s the one who insisted on this wedding, not me.“Come with me,” I rolled my eyes. Finally.He took the steps two at a time but I was slower, my feet ached even after taking the shoes off.He was waiting for me at the top of the stairs, glaring at me like I was the cause of his problems.Well, he doesn’t expect me to be quick when my feet are killing me, and not in this dress.When I got to the last step, he turned without waiting for me or even asking if I was alright. Asshole.God, I can’t keep count
Maria.Hours later, I found myself sitting in the back seat of a car beside Luciano, being driven out of town to my new home—Luciano's home. After exchanging words with most of the families, we decided to call it a night. Before that, I did have one last chance to hug and talk to my sister before leaving, even though Luciano insisted we leave at once. Just because he had put that damn ring on my finger didn’t mean he could control me."I’m going to miss you so much, Mari," Emilia said as she wrapped her arms around my waist.I didn’t hesitate to do the same. "I will miss you too," I sniffled, blinking back tears so I wouldn’t cry.I wasn't crying because of what Luciano said; he could go screw himself for all I cared. I just didn’t want to make Emilia feel worse by breaking down in front of her.“Promise me you are going to let me visit you always?” She asked as she buried her head on my shoulder.That was a tough promise I didn’t know if I could fulfill. It still wasn’t clear if Luci
Maria.There was a lot that I wanted to say, a lot of comebacks that I have for each word he spat out but I couldn’t say them because of my damn condition. A time like this is one of those times that I wished I had a voice; a normal one where I can talk without having to move my hands or even feel pain after saying one or two words.“I said. Is. That. Clear?” He asked, inching closer, and right now I wished for the wall to close on me.I would rather stay there than marry this man.I hate him. I don’t usually hate people but he’s one of those people that I rarely hate. I thought I could make this marriage work out after everything but guess I was wrong.This man standing before me will never love me, he doesn’t even care or see me as his wife except for whatever transactional reason he’s doing with my father.“Don’t make me repeat myself, Mariana.” He growled, holding my chin and making me look directly at his eyes.“I will….never….love you,” I stressed the words as I forced them out.
Maria.I couldn’t help but compliment my younger sister, she looked pretty in her wine dress with spaghetti straps. Her hair was braided and swept to the side and the tiny flower on her hair made her prettier.She looked so grown up.“There you are, my beautiful daughters.” Our heads whipped to the side, and we both stared at our father as he approached us.Seeing him made my heart beat faster, I knew what would come after this since he was here. The wedding is about to start.I forced a smile and avoided his eyes, our relationship hasn’t been the same since he practically forced me to marry Luciano but that’s no surprise. All my life I have known him to be a loving and overprotective father, someone who wouldn’t make any decisions for us. He let us make mistakes and then correct them but here he is pushing me to a murderer.I really want to believe he’s doing this because he knows that this is the best for me.His eyes remained on me until he was standing before us.I know he’s looki
Maria.Morning sunlight enters the room through the gauzy drapes on the window, bathing it in warmth. It would make a perfect day for a wedding if only it wasn’t mine. It might be warm outside but inside of me, a cold war was going on.Maybe I should have run away, I wouldn’t be here if I had done then.And then what?What would I do if I ran away?Will that stop me from being in danger?Will that protect my sister from harm? No, instead that would bring more harm to us than this.And they would have found me eventually, dragged me back from wherever I went.“Miss.” I snapped out of my thoughts and stared at the mirror.My seamstress stared at me with worry obvious in her eyes.“Is the dress too tight?” She asked.I sighed and quickly removed my hand from my abdomen before shaking my head.“No, it’s alright,” I replied, and that eased the worries on her face. I rubbed my throat, I have been talking too much for the past couple of weeks and it’s seriously telling on me.I will have to
Luciano.I looked above her head in the mirror to check out my suit. With her face still turned to the side I could see her reflection in the mirror and the tears gathering in her eyes.I wasn’t surprised. She’s as weak as her father and just as hopeless.She has no qualities I would ever want in a wife—that’s if I wanted one in the first place.“You will talk about how excited you are for the wedding, how much fun you are having going shopping for your wedding dress, and whatever the fuck makes women so horny for weddings, and make sure you convince them all. You know what will happen if you don’t.” I went on without bothering to pay another glance at her.“Don’t make me wait too long.” I spin on my heel and reach for the door handle.I stopped before opening the door and said,“Wipe those fucking tears. Nobody wants to see them.”The bathroom door closed to the sound of her pathetic sniffles, she better get her goddamn shit together before coming out m. If she messes this up for me
Luciano.Her whole body looked rigid as she stared at me with wide eyes which quickly went back to their normal size a minute later.We both stared at each other without saying anything, paying closer look at her eyes I could tell they were the same thing as Pedro’s. That’s all I’m going to see anytime I stare at her.I didn’t bother to hide my disdain as my eyes roamed the length of her body. The black dress cling tighter to her body than I thought and the slit, the fucking slit was too high for my liking.“You are dressed like a goddamn whore.” She jumped slightly at the sound of my voice and then licked her lips.My eyes followed her movement, it’s a shame such a gorgeous set of lips will be wasted in a face like her, a face with eyes like his.“Aren’t you going to say anything?” I asked, looking at her face but not her eyes.She shook her head without making a sound.What the fucking hell?Is she trying to get on my nerves by not saying anything because she doesn’t need to do anyt
Luciano. This feels too good to be true. It has been a long time since I have felt this relaxed, there’s no anger nor impatience nagging at the back of my mind. I felt….free if that’s a word. I worked on the fucking tie after I was done dressing, whoever brought up the idea of men wearing ties in a suit is fucking delusional. How does one knot a tie? It’s hard as fuck and I have spent the past thirty minutes trying to get it right and in the end, I still wasn’t able to get it right. I dumped the tie aside and adjusted my suit before leaving my room. Adriano was waiting for me downstairs inside the car, I jumped in and the driver immediately started the car. “Took you long enough.” He said beside me and his voice sounded like he was….drunk. I pay a glance at him and my guess was definitely right, Adriano Rossi is fucking drunk and it wasn’t even midnight yet. Fucker. “How does it feel to finally see your fiancée weeks after you arranged your wedding?” He asked, opening his ey