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The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 15: fleeting moment
WOLFGANG P.O.V.I drive up the driveway toward the cabin, accompanied by Klaus, a mixture of emotions and thoughts racing through my mind. I feel pathetic about the way I reacted when Chiara dropped the glass on the floor. It's been a long time since I felt so worried about someone, and it baffles me.I vividly remember that moment when I got out of the shower—hair dripping with water—when I heard the sound of glass breaking. The alarm went off inside me and without even drying myself, I grabbed the towel and ran to make sure Chiara was safe. The image of her, frightened and fragile, struck me in the heart.I grip the steering wheel hard, remembering how I nearly exploded with rage when Chiara confessed that Manfrid had touched her without her consent. Anger builds up inside me as we approach the cabin. The cabin, that place we call that, is actually an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It's our place to get rid of problems, like Manfrid.Karl, my best executor, awaits
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 16: Surprise
CHIARA P.O.V.I look at the wide terrain, covered by a roof that is supported by robust wooden columns. I am in Bruno's beautiful garden, surrounded by vibrant fruits and vegetables. The orchard is 130 square meters in size, with neat rows of vegetable and fruit trees stretching as far as the eye can see. Magda asked me and Katharina to go to the garden to pick the vegetables before they rot, especially the tomatoes, Magda uses tomatoes a lot when she prepares food, she is a complete Italian.I look at Katharina, she is concentrating on picking oranges from the trees outside the roof. It is still difficult for us to communicate naturally because of the language barrier, but she is a very kind girl. I wonder if she and the other people who work here know that Wolfgang is a mobster. However, I wouldn't blame these people for not knowing who their boss really is. After all, it's funny how this place looks like a charming country house, and it still amazes me that Wolfgang has his own vin
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 17: The name of the horse
WOLFGAGN P.O.V. I called Bruno and asked for the contact of a horse breeder, I needed to find a purebred specimen because I was not going to accept less than that. That was how I came across Mr. Edel, and despite my usual dislike of animals, I ended up buying that damned horse for a considerable sum of money. I never thought I would spend so much on a simple animal, I have always hated them for as long as I can remember. But this time, the tears of happiness that I saw in Chiara's eyes were worth every penny invested. It's amazing how that woman's smile can have such a powerful effect on my state of mind, even when I received the news of the death of Gio, the man we infiltrated among Aldo's people. “You have to build a stable for the horse, and its nutrition is important, it's a purebred Arabian horse, Wolfgang, it's extremely important that—. Wolfgang, are you listening to me? I look at Edel. "Yes, of course. You continue with what you were saying." Edel begins to tell me about t
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 18: Renzo
CHIARA P.O.V. I wake up in my new room, still feeling a bit disoriented after the night before, when I was finally able to leave Wolfgang's room. I look around and smile a little at the calm and welcoming atmosphere that surrounds me. My new room is decorated in shades of sky blue and white, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere. The furniture is simple but elegant, and every detail has been carefully selected to create a space just for me, Magda took care of that. She gave specific orders to the people who spent the entire weekend fixing this room for me. I am grateful to have this personal space, but I also have to face the reality that the nightmares have returned. Before, when I slept in Wolfgang's room, the nightmares seemed to fade away. But now, I am alone in this huge room, and the images of all the people who have hurt me invade my dreams. However, there is something that puzzles me. In my nightmares, Wolfgang is not among those bad people. On the contrary, he saves me
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 19: Hypnotized
WOLFGAGN P.O.V.Bruno suddenly walks into the office and reminds me of the conversation we had at breakfast about heading to the vineyard. I know that there is a lot of work ahead in the vineyard now that Bruno has returned from his trip and we do not have a production manager. These days I have done my best to take care of the situation in the vineyard in Bruno's absence, but if I have to admit something, it is that Bruno is better than me on that subject. I nodded, confirming to Bruno that I will take him to the vineyard as we agreed at breakfast.All morning, as we work in the vineyard, my mind keeps going back to Renzo. The thought that he never died fills me with a mix of feelings: anger, disappointment, and confusion. How could I have been so blatantly deceived by Aldo Bianchi? What is he hiding by keeping a secret that his son is alive? Questions pile up in my head.As I think of Renzo and Aldo, my mind inevitably turns to Chiara as well. What is her role in this whole game? If
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 20: Feelings
CHIARA P.O.V.While we are in the garden of the house, watering the plants, I feel the cool breeze caressing my face and I watch Bruno who is planting pumpkin seeds. The last few days I have felt closer and closer to Bruno, it has not been difficult. He is a funny and calm man, with whom it is easy to feel comfortable. Through our sign language, we have established a special connection, a complicity that comforts me. He reminds me of my father, every day since he arrived, he has invited me to the orchard and it is one of my favorite moments of the day, when I don't have to talk to anyone because Bruno doesn't force a conversation.However, my gaze drifts to Katharina, who is engaged in an animated conversation with Constanz, Bruno's niece. I can't help but feel some discomfort in her presence. Although Constanz has tried to get closer to me, I feel that her interest is not genuine, but rather a mere professional curiosity. I trust Magda more than anyone, and I know that when she tells
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 21: Rebellion
CHIARA P.O.V.As I nuzzle Wolf's neck, I watch as Wolfgang's hired crew painstakingly build my horse's stable. Two days ago they started the construction, and they have been very fast, they will probably finish the stable today.My mind is filled with thoughts of Wolfgang's interrogation of my cousin. I am still shocked by the revelation that my cousin Renzo is still alive. I have so many unknowns that I desperately want to solve. I wish I could talk to him again, know what his life has been like all these years. But at the same time, I feel a deep pain as I realize that he has deliberately cut me out of his life. Is it possible that my father also knew that Renzo was still alive and will hide it from me? This uncertainty makes me question if my life has been a carefully constructed lie. However, I have decided to believe my father and think that he must have had a valid reason for lying to me, if he really did. After all, the dead cannot defend themselves.My thoughts then turn to Wo
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 22: The escape
CHIARA P.O.V.I pace back and forth in my room, feeling the adrenaline flowing through my veins like physiological saline. The nerves of being discovered by Wolfgang consume me. Although I once ran away from home as a teenager, the fear I feel now of being found out by him is much greater than I felt in front of my father then. It's ridiculous, I remember that before I was Aldo's captive niece, I used to go out with my college friends to clubs, and I never felt remorse for having fun.Would it really be worth it to anger Wolfgang and risk having me locked up as punishment? -I ask my self-. I sigh deeply and try to remember that Wolfgang promised me that he wouldn't lock me up again. I have a hard time understanding why I feel so afraid when he has repeatedly assured me that he would not lock me up or harm me. Then I also don't understand why that fear sometimes turns into angry butterflies betraying me in my stomach when he gets too close to me.I stop in the middle of my room and loo
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The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 48: Revenge
CHIARA P.O.VMy steps echoed through the room, a constant drumming fueled by fear. A lone table lamp wouldn't be enough the next time I faced Aldo. I need something more, something that will give me a chance to protect myself once again.Suddenly, a deafening sound reverberates throughout the building, and the ground beneath my feet trembles. The explosion resonates in my chest, and my heart beats intensely. Wolfgang? The mere thought of losing him paralyzes me. Tears blur my vision as my mind fills with fears. But I can't allow this wave of panic to sweep me away.I run towards the nearest table, trying to find shelter underneath it. My heart beats so loudly that I feel it's going to burst out of my chest. "No, not again," I repeat to myself, but the betraying tears persist. I can't afford to fall apart now.The door swings open, and Aldo's mocking voice cuts through the air, the certainty of his presence filling me with terror. How did he find me so quickly and amidst the explosion?
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 47: Plan B
WOLFGANG P.O.VSeparating from Chiara, even for a moment, unleashes a whirlwind of emotions within me. I watch as Aldo takes her away, her figure disappearing down the hallway, and desperation consumes me. I shouldn't have let this happen, we shouldn't have separated. For a moment, I think about my decision to let Chiara come along as well, and I fear that my thirst for revenge is stronger than what I feel for her.But I know it's not true, my feelings for her are intense, deeper than I ever imagined possible, and that's why I allowed it, I want her to feel that with me she can be free to make whatever decisions she wants, that she's no longer and will never be imprisoned again. So, even though every step I take in the opposite direction of her is a stab of helplessness, and it torments me not to be by her side at this moment, protecting her, making sure she's safe, I remember that this is our battle, not just mine. I trust Hans and the plan we've devised.I promised to free Chiara fr
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 46: Hate, resentment and pain
CHIARA P.O.VI thought I was going to have a heart attack during that infernal minute I shared with my uncle in the elevator up to the 7th floor. Then Aldo drags me through the intricate network of hallways, and meanwhile, I try not to think that every step takes me further away from Wolfgang and the safety he represents. Walking under Aldo's control was like reliving my worst nightmares all over again. The feeling of being trapped, at the mercy of my uncle, of not being able to speak up again, plunged me into silent despair. Suddenly, separating from Wolfgang felt like they were extinguishing the spark of hope that had given me back my voice, and now I felt almost literally mute again.Fear is making me reconsider whether I'm really capable of enduring this without breaking down again."You look better than before," Aldo comments, irony lacing his voice. "Wolfgang seems to feed his hostages well. I guess that's your little power, your breasts and your body, men desire you and you can
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 45: New deal
CHIARA P.O.VI glance towards Aldo, and beside him, a man with a lecherous gaze whom I don't recognize. A shiver runs down my spine as I recognize the lust in his eyes. The premonition that this man is the one they call Il Lupo makes me feel like vomiting. His greasy hair slicked back, he's tall but lacks muscularity. His suit is white, and he wears a red scarf around his neck, ridiculous for a mafioso. His eyebrows are thin, and his eyelashes are long. Though he looks off, I can sense his evil and dangerous aura.Wolfgang walks with astonishing confidence and assurance, as if he's playing the role of his life on a stage. For a moment, I question if Wolfgang would really hand me over. Fear starts to play with my mind, but I stop, reminding myself that Wolfgang wouldn't do that. The tension in the air is palpable. I also remind myself that this is a plan.I keep calm, though my hands are trembling. I can't help but wish to cling to Wolfgang for security, but I know that could give away
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 44: Reunion
CHIARA P.O.VI place my hand on Wolfgang's arm, momentarily freezing the anger on his face. It takes him a moment to turn towards me, as if it's difficult for him, but he finally does, lowering his gaze to look at me."What's going on?" I ask, gripping my hands on the lapel of his suit. "I don't want you to lie to me anymore. I don't want anyone to lie to me anymore."Wolfgang looks towards Hans and Blaz, orders something in German, and they step out onto the balcony, leaving us alone."What should I do?" I inquire."They want me to let you go alone with Aldo if the opportunity arises. You'd have an earpiece and microphone to communicate with us, since you can speak. They believe Aldo and Il Lupo wouldn't suspect anything if I agree to let you separate from me, and that would give Hans and the others more time."I do my best to appear unfazed outwardly, even though inside I've already started to hyperventilate."If it's necessary, I can do it."Wolfgang frowns. "No. Look at yourself,
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 43: Change of plans
WOLFGANG P.O.VThe water cascades over my skin, and I have Chiara against the tiled wall, her soft voice releasing moans that drive me even wilder. I still couldn't believe she had regained her voice at such an unexpected moment. If I had known earlier, I would have proposed to her a long time ago because I know I've always wanted her for myself, but the man of flesh and bone that I still have in me wanted her to truly want that too.I didn't know what to expect from this change in our plan to confront Aldo tonight, how it would transform her personality, or if she would remain the same. What I didn't expect was the deep impact it would have on me. Every word that escaped her precious lips awakened in me an obsession, a dangerous and animalistic desire. I hadn't been warned about this, about how every time I heard her speak, I would feel my blood boil and my soul ignite. Any man who dared to look at her or simply stop to listen to her during our walk triggered an uncontrollable fury w
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 42: The keychain
CHIARA P.O.VI smile shyly this time, hearing it come out of his lips so naturally leaves me breathless. Then Wolfgang sets me down on the floor carefully, and at that moment Hans enters the kitchen. Hans says something to Wolfgang, who nods."Chiara, we're leaving now. Could you fetch the car keys? They're in the drawer on the left side of the bed. It's the Ferrari's."I nod with a smile, although I know perfectly well he wants privacy to discuss something important with Hans. As I walk back to the bedroom, I wonder if I would have the courage to drive Wolfgang's car. Although I am filled with fear when I think of myself sitting behind the wheel of a Ferrari.Maybe another time.I bend down when I'm in front of the drawer, open it, and what I find is a ridiculous amount of car keys. Wolfgang definitely didn't lie when he said all those cars were his.I focus on finding the Ferrari keys until I finally believe I see them. So, I pick them up to examine them closely and make sure they a
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 41: Breakfast
CHIARA P.O.VWolfgang told me he would take care of breakfast today. Something tells me there's nothing that man does wrong, but the kitchen is a moment of expression and delicacy; I couldn't imagine Wolfgang being delicate. Anyway, I took advantage of the free time. I enjoyed the tub, the perfumed soaps, and the hair products that curiously, were just right for my hair type.After debating for a few minutes while looking at the dresses on the bed, I decided to wear the white daisy dress that Constanz gave me. I pull my hair up into a high ponytail and slip on some white sandals.The apartment looks totally different now that the natural sunlight illuminates everything. I catch a delicious smell coming from the kitchen, so I follow it. In the kitchen is Wolfgang, standing in front of the stove. The stove is on the other side, so he has his back to me. He's wearing a dark gray dress shirt, so dark it looks black, but it isn't. Black dress pants, but the shirt is untucked. His hair is t
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 40: Good morning
CHIARA P.O.V"Then do it," I articulate with my lips. Immediately, Wolfgang lifts me in his arms, but he doesn't take me far. He sits on one of the sturdy wooden loungers with me on his lap. The lounger seems robust, and it's very well padded, so it also seems comfortable.I lean over Wolfgang and kiss him, gripping his face and the hair I love so much. I feel his hands slide around my waist, then they take a different path, stopping behind my back and tearing the fabric of my dress. Now the dress is just distorted fabric, slipping over my breasts and falling onto my lap. I lift myself just a bit so Wolfgang can finish removing it. And then I'm only in my sky-blue lace panties.I don't want foreplay; I just want to feel him inside me. I don't know what makes me so desperate, if it's just that uncontrollable surge when I'm with him, or the fact that one of us could get hurt tomorrow. I don't want to think about that now.My hands reach for the button of his pants and undo it, then I sl
