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
Luciano.My wife is a ball of fire ready to burst at any time. She’s nothing like the meek and calm woman I had thought I would be getting married to—that was my wish at least, to have someone who wouldn’t ask queen set ions if I wanted her to stop working, someone who would be okay with my decisions instead of questioning them.And the whole drama she did when I returned still played in my head even as I sat at the dining table while Elena served dinner.She’s different from what I thought, nothing like her asshole father but has the same blonde running in her veins.“Do you need something else, Mr Rossi?” Elena asked when she was done arranging the table.I shook my head, “I don’t.” I replied but she still remained on the spot she was standing on.“Is there something more you’d like to say?”“Yes….no….I mean yes.” She stuttered.Elena never stutters.“Make up your mind and tell me what you want to say,” I demanded as I picked up the cutlery.“I….do you need me to get Mrs Rossi down
Maria.I woke up early the next morning, showered, and wore a jumpsuit since I’m going to be at home today as well as all the days of my life.I decided to have that house tour by myself this morning, so after having a light breakfast of toasted bread and eggs with a hot chocolate drink I started my mission.The mansion is huge, most of the rooms are decorated in a modern style while some of them are just painted with dark paints but it was still beautiful.The whole mansion has a total of sixteen rooms after my little tour and I haven’t even gotten to some part of the place, the rooms were almost the same design and space. During my tour, I was able to locate a few important rooms that I could spend the whole day in while I was under house arrest in his big forsaken house.As I got to the second floor I was tempted to go check out Luciano’s room. But that would be the last place I would enter in this mansion.There was a modern packed gym room downstairs, I mean it had everything a g
Maria.I couldn’t believe the asshole had the guts to spank me and he even went ahead to say.“If I had known you would be this quiet after getting spanked, I would have done that a long time ago.”The asshole!I was seething when we got to the dining table, he dropped me down l and went ahead to take his seat. I remained standing as I stared—no, glared, at him.The whole place was quiet which meant we were alone now and that was good. I could do whatever I wanted without feeling embarrassed.“Sit down,” Luciano said as he watched me from across the table, his gaze going back and forth from my body to the chair beside me.It’s like he’s intimidating me to do as he said and plopped my ass on the chair but I wasn’t doing that. Like I said he doesn’t scare me.“Sit your ass down this minute Mariana or I swear to God, you would not only get a call from your sister but from your father too.” The bastard.He’s threatening me and he knows very well that that is going to work on me.With a gl
Maria.I sucked in a deep breath as Elena helped me with the strings of my corset, it was tight and it felt like I couldn’t breathe yet she kept on insisting for me to suck in another breath as she tried to pull the last strings.Today marks the first time Luciano and I would be out to a party officially, truthfully I would have passed going out with him if only it was avoidable.We have been married for a month now and in that time frame, we have done everything possible to ignore each other entirely. It felt like we were two strangers coexisting in a house, instead of a husband and a wife.Most times that’s around, we spend the time either arguing or fighting and it’s getting tiring so I had to opt for the ignoring part.We merely shared a conversation or even asked the other how their day went, all we did was glare at the other while passing and nothing else. And I freaking love it.At times, I waited until he'd left for the day doing who knows what before coming downstairs to prep
Maria.I took the stairs one after the other carefully so I wouldn't fall on my face. Luciano hadn’t noticed my presence yet and just when I was three steps down to the living room, he glanced at me over his shoulder and tensed before ending the call and turning around.I frowned, I wondered who he was speaking to that he didn't want me to hear.But I heard a bit of his conversation and that made me wonder what he was planning. He has been doing this quite a lot— the few times that we met while he was on his phone, he always hung up before I could hear what he was and that bothered me. I wondered if he was speaking to a woman, was he perhaps having an affair? We might have married because we don't love each other but one thing I wasn’t going to condone was cheating.“Who….was that?” I asked, feeling curious.I hated him but that doesn’t stop me from knowing if I’m being disrespected that way.“No one.” He replied and tucked his phone in his pants pocket.I find his answer hard to beli
Luciano.This fucking past few weeks has been nothing but peaceful to me. My wife has made it her life mission to avoid me every day, only coming down when I’m out of the house and going up when I’m in the house.I know I was the one who said our paths shouldn’t cross but I somehow feel aggravated whenever she does that.She tends to leave the room when I’m there and I like that, it gives me more room to go ahead with my plans without her knowing them.Who knows what fucking information her father has installed in her head?He must have asked her to inform him of my plans while she’s here and that’s more reason why I do not want her anywhere near me while I’m making those calls.Tonight is the party of Carlos which we were invited to a week ago, when I say we I mean my fucking wife and I. I could have gone alone and come up with any fucking excuse about her being sick or maybe joked she’s too sore to even move but I can’t.That wouldn’t look good for me, this is the first time we will
Maria. I have said this before and I will keep on saying it, Luciano is an asshole—a huge one. He expects me to act like a loving wife, who’s docile and easily oppressed yet there he is getting swarmed by ladies whom he wasn’t making any attempt to leave. In fact, the asshole seems to like their attention on him. It had been over an hour since we came here, Carlos had first greeted us and showed us to some important people and so far no one had suspected anything was off between us even though there was an obvious tension and reluctance—that’s on my side. I can’t believe I’m playing and selling the part of a good wife to everyone especially because my husband—the man I do not love, asked that of me. After the greeting was over and it was just us three, Luciano had whisked him to the side to have a private conversation with him. From the look on their faces from where I was standing I could tell whatever they were talking about was pretty intense. I had tried reading their lips bu
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