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The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 33: The cabin
CHIARA P.O.VWolfgang continues until we exit the park, and he stops to let me get into the passenger seat of a huge black Jeep. As he fastens my seatbelt without looking at me, I refrain from breathing or doing anything to upset him, feeling as if I've done something wrong and my father is one word away from unleashing his annoyance and punishing me for a year. I finally sigh and look straight ahead as Wolfgang closes my door and walks around to sit in the driver's seat, starting to drive.He doesn't say anything to me the entire way. I can't speak, and my hands tremble now as I recall everything that happened; they were about to kidnap me for the third time in my life. The adrenaline has worn off, leaving only worry, fear, and guilt. I glance at Wolfgang sideways as he drives. For some reason, what I feel toward Wolfgang right now isn't fear, even when he fastened the seatbelt carefully, he won't hurt me, he promised. But I'm still afraid he's upset with me because this time I know
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 34: Memories
CHIARA P.O.VI'm focused on the tip of my index finger tracing over Wolfgang's smooth, hard chest. I also delight in the sensations that arise from that seemingly insignificant touch; I feel secure lying next to him, with his warm arm around my waist, and although it may sound impossible, I feel this pleasurable electric current created as I draw on Wolfgang's chest with my finger.I woke up about 30 minutes ago, and I don't think I'll tire of what I'm doing. Especially since Wolfgang hasn't woken up yet, so I can enjoy the fabulous view that belongs to me at that moment. His jet-black hair falls in shiny curls over his forehead and ears, it has grown since I met him. His straight, upturned nose, his curly lashes as black as his hair, the hint of a smile on his lips, as if he were dreaming something beautiful and was happy.My smile fades and I think of that boy who lost his mother at such a young age. Yes, I didn't have a mother, but I never knew her, I know I would have suffered mor
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 35: The plan
WOLFGANG P.O.VWhen I park the car in the driveway, Magda, Bruno, Constanz, and Hans are waiting at the door of the house. Before I can get out, Hans is already walking towards me, while the rest of them surround Chiara and embrace her. Although she smiles kindly at them, I know she's feeling a lot of things. Magda is right, she's more alone in the world than I am, and that's why now I want to give her everything I have, even if I once believed that what I have wasn't enough to let me rest in peace."Everyone's waiting for you in the office," Hans informs me immediately. "Blaz has new information about the party in Rome."I nod in his direction. I circle the car and reach Chiara, ignoring the looks of surprise in my great aunt's and Bruno's eyes when I plant a kiss on Chiara's forehead."I have things to sort out in the office, but I want you to sleep with me tonight, in my room," I tell her quietly.She nods like a good girl."What's going on here?" Magda complains, looking at us acc
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 36: Courage
CHIARA P.O.VWolfgang stops by the door of the small room where my horse and I are. If we were a normal couple, if we weren't carrying such a dark past, then I wouldn't feel satisfied receiving just an intense look from him when we meet again. Because with Wolfgang, there are no hugs or kisses on the cheek at every goodbye or reunion. But that look tells me so much, that just as he doesn't need my words to deduce what's on my mind, I don't need a tender gesture to know that I'm loved, desired, or important in his life."How are you feeling?" he asks, his gaze sliding towards my belly.I'm wearing a sky blue summer dress that Magda bought me. The dress is strapless, reaching halfway down my legs. My hair is tied up in a high ponytail, my curls adorning the back of my head like a veil.I release the brush to answer him."I'm fine. You weren't as harsh as I imagined you would be." I smile mischievously.He raises an eyebrow, a small smile creeping onto his face as he approaches me."You
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 37: The only option
WOLFGANG P.O.VI see Chiara coming out of the stable, and for the first time in a long while, I feel truly powerless. Her warning echoed in my mind: "If you don't talk to her, there's no Rome, no kisses, and no sex." I furrow my brow, feeling a strange mix of excitement and frustration."Since when does she have this fire and character?" I mutter to myself, almost feeling the fury in my member, which suddenly feels as powerless as I do.When had I ever considered giving in to a woman's demands just because I feared she'd keep her promise? Chiara isn't just any woman, I remind myself, without her, I fear I'll return to the dark pit I've been in for most of my life.I approach the horse and offer it an apple. In my frustration, I glance at the horse as a question forms in my mind."Has she treated you like this before, or is it just me?"The horse snorts in response, as if understanding my dilemma. I feel ridiculous for talking to an animal. I shake my head, wondering if I was already l
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 38: Tamed wolf
WOLFGANG P.O.VI left Chiara in her room to pack some necessary items for our trip to Rome, and Magda insisted on packing my luggage, just as she always did when I returned to university. The women who worked in the kitchen had their day off today, so I decided to head down to the kitchen in search of coffee. It's not common for me; usually, I prefer a good glass of whiskey to relax. However, I knew I needed all my concentration for what I was about to do. No, that wasn't just a decision; it was a fact that would change the course of everything.I have a lot at stake. The decision to take Chiara back to Italy is risky, even dangerous. It's like taking her straight into the lion's den. Chiara is my priority, my everything. I had to ensure her safety.I take the coffee cup in my hands, feeling the warmth through the porcelain. My mind remains active as I think about what will happen in Rome, about how to protect Chiara from her uncle's damn claws. Before, there was only one rule: win or
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 39: Roma
CHIARA P.O.VMy eyes slowly open. I look out the window; the sky is cloudy, and it's still night. Wolfgang's warmth surrounds me; I'm sitting on his lap as he holds me with his strong arms. Although I've barely slept, it feels like a deep and restful dream. Since we boarded the jet, Wolfgang has kept me close, comforting me in a gesture that seems more intimate than any protocol would allow, as I'm not sure if it's correct to fly this way. However, I couldn't feel safer with Wolfgang.I glance around the interior of the jet and realize something I didn't notice when we boarded two hours ago. It's the same jet we used when I came to Germany with Wolfgang. The reality of our present is completely different now. Before, I didn't even take the time to appreciate how beautiful the interior of the jet is.Hans and the boys are seated on the other side. While Klaus and Gunther sleep, Karl and Hans are chatting among themselves. I've never been able to communicate with them since they don't un
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
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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
