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 w
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
Maria.I was startled awake by a banging sound, blinking my eyes open. I looked around wondering where I was and then everything clicked when I stared at the ceiling.I was in my husband's house and this was my room.I snapped out of my thoughts when the banging sound came again on the door.Someone was knocking.With a low grumble I got up from the bed, I wouldn’t have to if only I could speak.I opened the door and met an older woman standing outside with a bunch of clothes in her hands. She doesn’t look Italian.“Good morning.” She greeted me as she stared at my dress.Right, I was still in my wedding dress.“I bought a few clothes for you.” She said.I moved to the side giving her some space as she walked in, while she was dropping the clothes on the bed I looked around searching for a book and a pen so I could write.I don’t want to be seen as the evil mean new wife who paid no attention to the maids.Luckily I found one sitting inside the dressing table drawer.I wrote on it and
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
Luciano.Adriano didn’t say anything after Kyle gave that suggestion but I know he’s thinking about it— if that look on his face still meant he’s thinking about it then he is.At times like this, I wonder if I do know my brother or if he’s just another stranger to me, I haven’t felt so shitty until he told me he was there that day. When I thought I was the only one who carried that burden on my shoulders, I had no idea my little brother was there.He saw the whole thing too and just like me he wasn’t able to do anything— I know how helpless that feeling must have been after he’d realized what that bastard was doing to our mother.He has been suffering silently for years, not saying anything to me or even our father before he was killed.He kept everything to himself instead of telling me; the one person he had around. He pushed me away again and again even when I tried checking up on him. He shouldn’t pull that not caring enough card on me, I tried my fucking best he just x doesn’t wa
Maria.I was nervous inside as we waited for Adriano to come, Emilia went back to the room after she was sure Luciano had forgiven her even though she wasn’t the one at fault. I knew Luciano wasn’t that comfortable while she hugged him and I get it, he isn’t that used to getting hugged out of nowhere.Adriano will be here in five minutes, that was what Luciano told me three minutes ago which meant in a minute or two Adriano would be walking right through that door.“You’re shaking. You know he’s not going to hurt you while I’m here right?” Luciano asked beside me.I know but I can’t help it.The last time I saw his brother was on the wedding day and the look in his eyes didn’t tell me he would like the idea of Luciano doing it this way.“I know.”We all looked up when we heard footsteps coming from the stairs, it was Emilia she was coming down the stairs looking freshened and less somber.I don’t think she should be one, having one of us here is enough for Adriano.“You should go upst