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 th
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 dr
Maria.He can’t do this.He can’t just tell me to stop working, to stop doing what makes me feel alive.He is just my husband and not the dictator of my life.“I…..need…to…go,” I said as I dropped the cup of coffee on the counter. I no longer had the appetite to drink it.I could feel my blood boiling as I tried to leave the kitchen.“Do not take another step.” He barked and I found myself doing as he said.He walked over until he was standing in front of me, his face calm and composed as he stared at my raging one.“You aren’t leaving and do not ask why because I won't say anything. My reasons are mine alone, you will no longer go to work, and that’s final.”Can’t he hear himself?Can’t he hear just how misogynistic he sounds? He wants me to stop working and then what? I should stay at home and be the good wife he’s always wanted—wait, scratch that he didn’t want a wife.“I….will….go…and…you….can’t stop me.” I clenched my hand beside me as I stared at him.He shook his head, “ Hopele
Luciano. I barged out of the house with Marianas' hurt expression still visible in my head. Call me a sick bastard but I love seeing that look in her eyes, the same eyes she shared with her sick father. Seeing the pain there makes me feel a bit justified for what her asshole of a father did to me and my brother. “The car is ready.” With a nod, I hopped into it and the driver drove out of the compound. The car stopped in front of a bar where my brother was currently staying. I frowned when he pulled back from the wall and walked towards the car. My nose crinkled as the smell of smoke, sweat, and sex filled the car the moment he got inside. “You have been having fun,” it wasn’t a question. Adriano could fuck as many cunts as he likes, that isn’t my business, he’s a fucking adult and can do whatever he likes. But what my business was was that he shouldn’t forget himself and get fucking high. He should always remember why we are doing all of this. Adriano leaned back in his seat a
Luciano. Pedro’s eyes didn’t leave mine after I said that and I could feel Kyle and Adriano’s eyes on me too. They don’t need to fucking know if I had sex with my wife or not. “You will not do such a thing! You promised you weren’t going to touch her.” He growled. “She is my wife and it’s my right to fuck her on our wedding night.” I wasn’t going to sugarcoat my words anymore. His whole face went red and his nose flared. “Bastard. You shouldn’t touch her, wife or not. This is only temporary, you promised me that!” Just the same way you promised to be there for us. Idiota. “I’m her husband and I have every right to touch her.” I know the thought of me laying a hand on his daughter would make his blood boil and I like seeing it, it felt so satisfying to see him lose control this way. “You will not hurt her.” He said, his voice sounding a bit defeated. “You gave me your word and you will do well to keep it. You think you have every under your control, don’t forget who I
Maria. I woke up and found myself still lying on the cold floor, I must have slept off while crying my eyes out. I got up with my teeth shaking slightly and walked to the bathroom, I washed my face with warm water before coming out. My stomach wouldn’t stop growling since I woke up and I didn’t want to go downstairs for food. I would rather starve than eat anything from that controlling bastard. I sat on the bed and just then someone knocked on the door, I stared at it without getting up. Maybe the person will walk in if I do not get up but that didn’t happen. The knock became persistent and with a low groan, I picked up my phone and walked toward the door to answer it since I had no other choice. It was Elena and unlike in the morning when she was holding some clothes, she was carrying a tray instead. My eyes stared at the item on it and the sweet smell wafted into my nose causing my stomach ash to grumble again. “Mrs Rossi, it’s past noon and you haven’t had breakfast y
Maria. I was seething as I waited for the asshole to return, I haven’t been able to do anything after getting that call from Emilia, I couldn’t do anything. The food Elena bought was still sitting on the table and I was tempted to call her to take the tray out. I had typed what I wanted to show to him when he returned, he shouldn’t think of himself as a god over my life. He doesn’t have the right to control what I do, who I can see and can not. I paced up and down in the living room, yeah you heard me right. I came back downstairs just to wait for him. I didn’t stop pacing even when I felt a bit lightheaded and I knew I should probably take my seat as I waited for him but none of that was going to happen. I know he has guards who are watching me even while I’m in his house, they should see and report to him how agitated I am. I paused when I heard his car coming in, that should be him because no one would come in by this time of the day. I waited, staring at the door but
Maria.I am so freaking hungry that I haven’t stopped rolling around on my bed over and over all night.I couldn’t sleep, how could I when I had had nothing but water all morning? Gosh, I haven’t eaten anything today and that asshole dent bothered to call me downstairs when it was time for dinner; I wasn’t going to eat with him anyways.I rubbed my stomach as it growled again for what seemed to be the millionth time, I can’t do this anymore I need to go get something to eat. With a loud huff, I took the blanket off, wore my house slippers, and went downstairs in search of a snack or snacks.The whole place was a bit dark except for the small light in the middle of the room, which was enough to brighten the place.Immediately I got to the kitchen, I wasted no time in searching the cupboards since I hadn’t done a house tour yet I still didn’t know where I could find some stuff.I opened the cupboards but couldn’t find anything, I bit my lip as I went through the last one. Nothing. The 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