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.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 why we were doing all of this.Adriano leaned back in his seat and started going through his pocket. I know just what he’s look
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 customary for me 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. I’m telling you as her father, you should not touch her again. 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 seeing him 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 may have a few cards on your hands and so do I? Do you think it’s wise to cross t
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 yet so I decid
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 not making it
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
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 tear pour as I h
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