Maria. I ran out of his office clenching the small box in my hand, I took the stairs two after the other and almost fell on my ass when I wasn’t stable enough. On my way to my room, I bumped into Julia who at first released a low curse before staring at my tear-stained face. “Dios mío, what’s wrong Maria?” She asked, holding my hand. I shook my head and took my hand from hers, I can’t speak or do anything right now. She stared at me and nodded. “Okay, go to your room. I will bring you a cup of tea.” I forced a smile before walking past her. I closed the door behind me and slid onto the floor, hugging my knees to my chest and burying my face in them as I let the tears pour out silently. I’m so screwed. I can’t believe Father could allow such a thing, he wants me to marry someone as evil and ruthless as Luciano. God, I can’t even picture myself marrying him. I don’t want to but I had to because of Emilia. She will be safe if I do this. I sniffed and stared at the small box in m
Maria. I stood in front of my mirror staring right back at myself, I looked beautiful but not happy. The black satin dress was pretty and I love the slit at the side, my hair was let loose allowing it to fall on my shoulders and my makeup was perfect. Everything was perfect except for my feelings. I do not want this but like my father said I have no choice, this is my life now and I have to live with it. I took in a deep breath, before looking away from the mirror. I can hear the low sound of music playing downstairs, it wasn’t loud but I can tell what music was being played. This was it. Tonight is the night everyone will know me as Luciano Rossi's fiancee, everyone will know that I belong to him and no one else. My stomach twisted and churned, gosh I can’t still get over the fact that I’m being auctioned to a killer. What if something happens while I’m with him? What if I do something wrong and he kills me? What then? “Mari..” I quickly wiped the gloomy look on my face and
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
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.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.
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 noisy. S
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
Luciano.Mariana's decision is the best, I think it’s better for her sister to find out from her rather than from someone else, it wouldn’t be good if she found out that way.She will be hurt and think my wife is keeping things from her even though they were close.While she was on the call with her father I quickly texted Kyle to stand guard and make sure she got her safely. I don’t care if he showed himself to her, all I wanted was her safety.I know Mariana would go nuts if anything happened to her sister especially now that she has gotten her memory back.I wanted to tell her but like I said it wouldn’t be fair if I did, her brain suppressed that particular accident for a reason. It’s better for her to find out by herself than from me which I didn’t think would happen soon. But it did, she knows everything about her vile and evil father now and I can see it, I can see the slight change in her.Where she was a little hesitant about my plan of killing her father before, she is more
Maria.I almost threw up a couple of times while speaking with my father.After the tall Luciano and I had, I had no other choice but to call him. Luciano was right when he said I was the only one who could persuade my father to let Emilia come over without getting suspicious of anything.I felt relieved like a huge ass freaking weight had been lifted off my shoulders when he finally agreed after pleading with him for a long time.I dropped my phone and raced to the bathroom to throw up every single thing on my stomach after the call.I ended up crying in the bathroom after that and got pulled out of the bathroom by Luciano.I couldn’t stomach anything even when Luciano and Elena tried, I was anxious and couldn’t eat until Emilia got here.I kept on staring at the time over and over again waiting to see when she would come.“You know she’s on her way right now,” Luciano said beside me.I blinked as I looked at him, surprisingly he hadn't left this morning. He has been by my side since
Maria.I whimpered and then someone tapped my shoulder. I ignored the continuous tapping as I kept on whimpering.I wanted to come out of the dream, I wanted to stop but I couldn’t and even the consistent tapping on my shoulder wasn’t able to pull me out of it.“Butterfly.” A voice called.“You have to wake up Mariana.” The same voice called.I squirmed around and woke up with a gasp, I stared at the ceiling and saw it was still dark inside the room.I blinked and then burst into tears, no, it couldn’t be real.That must be what my imagination is trying to tell me.Oh God. I can’t believe this.“Mariana.” I turned and saw Luciano sitting on the bed while watching me wet my face with my tears.“Are you alright?” He asked and I shook my head.I am not fine at all. I don’t think I will ever be fine after getting my memory back.“Why?” I asked as I burst into tears again.He didn’t say anything but wrapped his arm around me until I was sitting on his lap and my head was resting on his che
Maria.I ran to the other side of the hallway, hiding behind a wall when I heard the office door opening. With my head out a bit, I watched as Mom stomped out of the office looking all angry.I wonder what could possibly make her that angry, minutes later father came out I could see him with my head out but I don’t think he could see me. My eyes widened when Father's head turned to the spot I was hiding, I was quick to hide myself before he could see me…. Or so I thought.“Mariana.” He called and I instantly froze.How on earth did he see me?“I know you are there, come out now.” He said and I had no other choice but to do as he’d said.The one thing my father hated was repeating himself again and again. Slowly I stepped out from where I was hiding with my head down, I didn’t want to look at him.“What were you doing there Mariana?” He asked. But I kept my mouth shut, at that point the idea of telling him to take me to the park didn’t sound as good as it did before.“I’m sorry father,