"How did you know to look up?"He asks again as if I didn’t explain my reasoning earlier.No, I'm not imagining it. He is blocking my path.What the hell? What the hell is this! Did...Christopher let him follow me.He must have seen him leave the dinner table; it was just the three of us.Fuck, think Eliza! Think!"Let's head back to the main room."I say, trying to maintain my ground in the conversation."How did you know? You only looked at the picture for less than a minute."Mr Rossi asks again."It was obvious, so let's go back.""It wasn't obvious to me, and I had the picture for a week. How did you know?"He is starting to sound like a broken record.The only weapon I have in my body is a taser, but with a person who thinks a person's last breath is art, I only have one chance.I can taste bile in my mouth, and my heart is beating so loudly that I'm worried he might hear my fear."Mr Rossi.”I call, and this time, his hands land on my shoulder."Alessio. Call me Alessio."I clen
They tasted bitter, like a lie.That was the best way he could describe his feelings. He wanted to hate her, wanted to loathe her; he wanted to be able to see her burn and feel nothing.Yet, despite all he wanted, why was his body betraying him this painfully?The more her glare was pinned on him the more ferociously his blood ran in his body. He could even hear the pumping of his heart.His hold on her wrist tightened; he should let her go before she felt his erection, Christopher reasoned, but he couldn’t.At least not yet, not until he fully inhaled the scent of strawberries seeping from her body.“Hah…fuck, I'm not even a horse, and you are aroused.”She spat, and he felt his pride shrivel.The corners of his lips sank, and rather than let her go, he pushed his hips into the soft flesh of her ass that welcomed him.“I wonder if I can make you neigh.”He threw back in response to the joke that made him want to lock her up; what kind of person thinks so vulgarly?Still, he wanted to
“The gun.”Alessio says the words while sporting a sly smile on his lips.His arm is in a cast, and he seems to have a few bruises on his neck and face.I thought the injuries would make him miss at least a day of work, but I guess mafia men are built differently.Even so, seeing his face this early in the morning is…unpleasant.“What gun?”I ask, my eyes turning to Henry, who is currently running towards the fountain; I wonder when it will lose its lustre in his eyes.“Don’t play dumb with me, carina; D’Amico will kill me; just give me my gun, and…then we can talk about our future together.” [Carina means pretty]“Or…”I drawl with a smile.“I keep your gun, and if you come near me, I’ll shoot you in the dick as you confirm if the gun is yours or not. How about that?”Something gleams in his eyes…excitement?“Dio, ti desidero.” [God, I want you]Alessio whispers in a husky tone that makes me shudder in revulsion despite not knowing what he said. Yes, I like submissive men, but he…mus
"Is there going to be a honeymoon?"Mum asks when she finds me by the ocean, away from the party.It’s evening now, and there is a diamond ring on my finger; it’s weird that even though he doesn’t know my tastes, it fits me perfectly."Didn't you give him your blessing? Shouldn't you know best?"I reply over the music coming from the dance hall, and her warm smile fades."Elizabeth-""You have never been a mother. You have been a boss, a tyrant, and a control freak, but you have never been a mother, so tell me why you were the one who gave me away when I practically had to raise myself?"I shouldn't yell.I shouldn't have expected her to take my side. But it's hard to understand how anyone can make you feel disappointed when you already have low expectations."Raise yourself? Do you realise that you have never kept a job for longer than three months? Even the one your sister practically handed to you, you had to behave like a criminal and-!""That’s only because you want everything to
Trigger Warning: Anxiety and mentions of suicide attempt.My world feels as if it has fallen silent as my hands reach towards my lower back to scratch the persistent and annoying itch that doesn’t seem to go away; it only switches its location.The longer the silence, the more intense the sensation, to the point that my skin feels as if it is burning.“Elizabeth?”Christopher calls as he turns on the lights in the room.My gaze instantly falls to the floor; I don’t want to see the look in his eyes. All I want is to pry my skin apart; pain is better than this insatiable desire to scratch.“Elizabeth!”He yells; this time, I feel my nails leave my skin forcefully as my hands are arrested above my frame by the man who now towers above me.My gaze unconsciously flies to his burning green ones, and instead of anger or disgust, all I can see is confusion in his eyes."What the hell are you doing?""No..
The whooshing sounds from other vehicles pass by, if not for them and the smooth sound of the engine, the silence between Christopher and I would have been awkward."I don't want to kill another member of my family."Christopher finally answers.Another? Does he mean Victoria or..."Don't make me have to."He adds, interrupting my racing mind.I can’t believe I let someone like him see through my mask.He is the one person I never wanted to show this pathetically broken side of me."Husband of the year."I mutter weakly and shut my eyes before resting my head on the chair’s back.By the time we got to the ‘honeymoon’ villa, it was two a.m.Unlike the mansion, this villa is made using Arabic architecture that gives it a summer look despite it being cold.From one glance, I can tell that Henry will enjoy playing here.As we make our way to the main entrance, Christopher s
A strange sound leaves Christopher's lips, and before I can identify it as a laugh, it stops.For a few seconds, I remain stunned at the brightness that still lingers on his face."How will it ‘rot and fall off’? I don’t believe you will last without sex. You were the woman who taught me that my cock can still pick up vibrations from a dildo shoved in your ass-”"I don't plan to take in sex partners or lovers, so just take care of your needs while we are staying here."I interrupt before he says any more crass things, but I can still feel the back of my neck heat up in memory of a pleasure that I have denied myself for almost five years.I don’t want to take in lovers, even former ones; the stalking incident cemented this decision. I'd much rather ease my frustrations with sex toys."That isn’t going to happen, Elizabeth. Not until you-""Why?”I interrupt as I shake my head from side t
Christopher D’Amico The wetness on Christopher’s back and the fast-forming sticky sensation at the back of his neck irritated him, but not as much as the scent of strawberry milk tickling his nostrils from her hair.He had smelled something similar on Henry, was it a shampoo or lotion?Elizabeth’s brown eyes were wide open, perhaps startled by his fast approach, but he liked it. Surprise suited her well.When she still didn’t speak, he rolled his ways and resisted the urge to tug her long hair that was in a bun.“What is it that you wanted?”He asked, unable to control his fury.This was the part where she said what she wanted more clearly and explained her reason for pouring her drink on him, but she still looked stunned.Her lips moved, but no sound came. In fact, all her moving lips did was draw his attention to their plumpness; he could shove his cock inside and she-A second wave of irritation flooded him because he didn’t understand why he was holding back.Victoria wasn’t inte
I feel the need to mention that, no Etienne and Anthony were harmed during the time skip in the last chapter; they were just posted away from the main family to Italy. Jokes on Christopher, they liked it because they were paid to laze around without the tension of him grumbling all over the place.I'd also like to ask your vote on a setting, would you love to read a transmigration, body switch or rebirth story?Rebirth would be when the female lead dies and goes back in time for whatever reason and purpose.A body switch would be the female lead going into another person's body. Maybe they were rich and ungrateful, and now they have entered the body of another woman who works under an obsessive billionaire, and there are consequences when they refuse to work and instead resign.Finally, transmigration would be if the female lead enters a novel they have read, whether they loved it or not. You know I love villains, so of course it’s the villain’s body that they enter. So, an example wou
Hi guys!We are finally at the end of the story!! Thank you so so much for reading, thank you for voting and thank you for loving the work and leaving a review; if you haven’t, please do.This last chapter is especially dedicated to anyone dealing with anxiety or depressive symptoms; it is a season, and it will pass. If your best is opening a window, open it. If your best is just basic self-care, taking a shower, moisturising, and putting the pyjamas right back on, do that. One step at a time. You are more loved and valued than you believe, and medication doesn't make you 'weak' or a 'failure'. Don’t be afraid to reach out, but more than that, don’t be afraid when people reach out, say 'yes' to that trip to the beach or bowling gig, or hell, to a walk just around the corner. We are all one.For my next work, it will still be a billionaire romance, and the male lead will still be a walking red flag. Aren’t they just the best? Plusss..how could I forget to mention smut will be present? I
"But-""It's fine; I'll be back soon.”I say reassuringly to Henry.I wave off his innocent concern despite half my face being covered by his hand.If he were to slap me the same way I slapped him, I'd probably end up in the ICU. Despite knowing that, I leave Henry with Etienne in the living room and follow him like a prisoner escorted to their sentencing.**"You went to the hospital. What for?"This is not the beginning of the conversation I expect, nevertheless, Christopher’s gaze as he closes the door behind me doesn’t leave my face."The headaches, but I have the medicine, so it's fine; more than that, I haven't seen Anthony in days. Did you change my guard?""Anthony?"Christopher asks with a frown, his mouth twisting as if he has eaten something rotten."Who are you calling 'Anthony'?""My- my bodyguard, with brown hair, you assigned him to me."I explain as if he doesn’t already have that information.What is this? What is he playing at?"Did I? And he told you his name? He an
Christopher D’Amico "Spare me."It took three hours to track Alessio and four hours to corner him like this.Yet this was the nonsense he was spewing?"No."Christopher answered.The gun in his hand had no more bullets, so he hit the back of Alessio's head, causing him to fall to the ground. Of course, Alessio didn't come easily, so the blood he tasted from his lips was his.Hopefully, it wouldn’t leave a mark, but even if it did, the wound was inside his mouth, so Elizabeth would not see it.Still, it didn't matter.Everything would end today, and he could head back to Italy to find another man to take his position.Positions in the mafia could only be replaced through death; there was no such thing as a fair trial, only retirement, that was hard-earned.Alessio held his head at the point of impact as if he thought his skull had shattered. There was blood coming from his head, but Christopher heard nothing crack, at least not yet.Still, there was little he could do to guarantee the
Blood. He smells like blood. No, not just smells; he has blood on his clothes.Closing my eyes and opening them, I focus on the bouncing bunny on the screen while Henry bobs his head to the tune.Before long, his little head sways left and right before falling to my stomach as he was resting between my legs, and a soft snore follows.Aww... how precious.His little hands curl against the fabric of my clothes.I should take him to bed; I think Christopher has eaten by now or should be eating, so there should be an interruption.My hands move to scoop him up, but a voice stops me."Is there a reason you are both on the floor when there are perfectly suitable seats next to you?""Henry and I used to sit like this in the old house.”I explain without turning back to him."Are you thinking of the good old times?”His words seem pointed, so I lift Henry in my arms and turn to him with a frown."What is that supposed to mean?”I ask, noticing the curls in his poorly dried hair.Wait, wasn’t
My gaze lingers on the orange glow of the streetlights while my mind centres on the sounds of the cars whooshing past us.My sex is fine now. Other than mild tickling sensations that will go away after three or four rinses in the shower. I am fine.Well, I guess the dull ache choking my throat is something else entirely."You've been quiet for a while now."Christopher comments as he makes a turn to the estate.Of course, I have been quiet. Yesterday, I went to bed and woke up believing that he liked me, that I could have him wrapped around my finger if I tried, and that gave me the confidence to say no to him at the club, and now, I realise that I had gotten ahead of myself.I almost ruined the marriage.There is no divorce, but if perchance he changes his mind, I'll have nothing. I'll lose the one thing I came into the marriage with—Henry.He doesn't like or love me; he is curious about me. Is that even the best way to describe it?Maybe it's more he thinks he likes me.Fuck... if I
"No. Never. Not when I am with you. No-"“Not anymore, right? That’s what you want to say next, isn’t it?”I ask as the grip I had on Alessio’s leash lessens.Christopher’s lips seal as if he had no answer to my question.“I…I really can’t believe you even know what love is- ah, that’s why you said you don’t have feelings… ah, I got ahead of myself.”My voice grows smaller as I mumble the new findings."Elizabeth, please...please."“Please, what? That's so vague, considering you need me to call you the way another woman does to get you to orgasm.”I ask as I turn to face him.I think I should leave now; this…this is enough to break any ‘soft’ girl’s heart."Please... believe me. Not with you. I never think of anyone but you."He repeats as if sensing my mood."I'm half out of my mind because of the lube they applied on me, and you can't cum until I call you the nickname the 'love of your life’ called you.""You are the love of my life."Does... he even know what that means?“Then why d
"God damn it, Elizabeth!"Christopher yells as he rattles the cuffs binding him.“I said, let's talk about this later. I didn’t say ‘no’.”"You shut me down twice. I don't trust you not to lock me up somewhere and shut me down a thirty time when there are no consequences.""I won't-""Yeah...see now, I don't trust easily. That's kind of the problem with us... what did you call me? 'broken? Soft?”"Elizabeth.""Let's move on to the third round."I yell, and as if on cue, the announcer produces a tune to signal the entrance to the third round."He can choose. He can choose what he wants! He can choose, but he needs to have the full picture."Christopher finally gives in."I want it in writing.""Done. I'll get it to you by Monday morning. I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I'm sorry that I shut you down and made you feel that this was the only way to communicate. Please...please stop this.""Why? Aren't you having fun? You even left me at the store to get dragged here.""That bastard Taz-""Yes, th
"Bu-but I've lost."Participant One defended as if he took Christopher’s words seriously."You touched what is mine."The answer came back coldly.The blindfold covering my eyes feels like a burden. I want to see the expression on Christopher’s face. No, I want to see the expression on everyone’s face.I can still feel the echoes of Participant One’s fingers on my nipples. This is going to be harder than I thought."Hey, this thing has consent written all over it; she consented. So why are you threatening me?"The man asks, his desperate voice bordering on whiney."I didn't consent to you touching my wife.""Yes, you did, Taz-""Ah yes, mentioning another dead man."Christopher says in a light tone; one could almost think he is joking. Almost."Bu-""Next Participant."The announcer announced, perhaps bored with the back and forth."I'm out.""Wait, but..."The familiar voice of Participant One hesitates, perhaps hating that a participant backed down instead of doubling down like him.