~ RACHEL’S POVDear Richie We’re getting married today and it feels so surreal. I never thought I’d be this lucky, but here we are, starting the rest of our lives together. It’s crazy how love works, isn't it? You were never the man of my dreams, yet my heart knew you were, all along.I find joy being with you. You’re where my heart belongs, my soul lies and without you, I’m incomplete. I love you so much. I love you more than words can express, and I can't wait to walk down the aisle to become your wife. I wish I had the best words for you but unfortunately, all the best writers have already claimed them, but that’s okay because if our story was a novel, you’d be my favorite character. I love you and I will always will. ~ Love Rach.After writing the letter, I fold it and put it inside an envelope. I've been meaning to write something to Richie for a long time to express my deepest feelings to him. I'm so glad that I finally took the time to put my thoughts on paper and tell him
My heart is pounding as I try to figure out who has spoken. I look around and see Alexander walking down the aisle. My face twisted in a look of total bewilderment and confusion. But then, suddenly, softens when I see a familiar face behind him. My heart stops for a moment as my balance loosens making me step back a little. My brain stops functioning momentarily and I feel like I’m losing my mind.No, It can’t be possible, my eyes must be deceiving me. He is not who I think he is. I feel my heart racing at a sudden speed as they walk closer to me. I take a complete look at him. My eyes bulge and my heart rate speeds up. "Da-dd?" I mumble, my voice trembling with emotion.His eyes meet mine and I see sadness and concern in them. "Delilah." He calls me by my first name, his voice filled with emotion."Ezra," Richie says, his voice filled with a profound weight. The sound reverberates in my mind, and I can sense the tension in the air. Suddenly, Papa's voice booms through the chaos, excl
~ RICHIE’S POVI wake up to the same throbbing headache I feel every day. I groan, turning around, I lay on my stomach with the pillow covering my head. I know I shouldn’t be taking too much alcohol every day but I have no choice, it’s the one thing in my life that makes me feel better, the only thing that makes me sleep at night. Turning around, I begin to drown myself in the blissful sleep I badly need but the sun shines through my window and lands its ray directly on my face forbidding me from getting that sleep. I turn away from the ray of sunshine and try to sleep but it just didn’t happen. I release a groan. I guess I need something heavy to get me to sleep. I sit up from bed and stretch my arms and as a yawn escapes my mouth, I already feel like I’m going to hate this day like I do every single day. I turn around and grab my leftover bottle of whiskey. Taking a sip out of it, I feel a wave of nausea wash over me. I try to hold it back but just like every morning it defeated
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I am sited on the couch with my laptop on my thighs and a black cup of coffee on the table. I took a sip of coffee and placed the cup back on the table. As always, I am researching on Mafia, not just any type of Mafia but particularly Richie Maranzano. That fucking Bastard has been on my browser history for years and I haven’t found a solid thing about him that will make him crave mercy, pathetically. Every fucking girl I know likes Richie Maranzano, they could die for him, probably because of his wealth, facial beauty, or whatsoever but I don’t seem to like him at all. I find him a womanizer, a cruel, arrogant man and most significantly I see him as a menace. My whole life, I have been researching rather than investigating his family, right from the time when his father was the Mafia King to when he got the power. I know every single detail about him and his family. Call me crazy but I know about his allergies and daily life routine, that’s how you know how serious I am about this.
~ Ten years later My life is completely transformed. I am no longer Delilah. I’m Rachel Green, the nonchalant, jobless girl everyone thinks is obsessed with Richard Maranzano because I have been living my life with curiosities about his life. It is nerve-wracking how close yet far away I am from him. I know every single detail about his life - what he does, what he eats, what he wears, who he’s with. Every single detail is stored is kept in my brain. I live to seek revenge on Richard Maranzano; the teenage boy that cared less about my mother. He is the same person that pierced my heart ten years ago and that is exactly what I am hoping I’d do to his heart. Although I will make sure that he burns more than I did. I spend my day doing nothing but searching and looking at paparazzi’s everyday, everywhere photos of the Maranzano family. It’s really great how famous the Maranzino family are, I get to know and learn a lot about them without stepping out of my control zone. As a matte
I was tangled in the sheets and blankets, laying on my stomach with a pillow covering my head. I lifted myself up my elbow slightly, the pillow tumbled over. My eyes were squinted as the sun shine through the curtains making me groan and lay my head back on the bed. I slowly turned over to my back, my arm reaching over to rest over my eyes. As I turned around I realized I wasn’t at home. "What the fuck happened last night?" I jolt up from bed. Did I have sex with someone? I instantly checked my body and thank God, I was all dress not a single piece of my outfit is missing. I don’t remember how I got here, or what exactly happened last night, I glanced at the room and I realize I am the only one there. Immediately as I grabbed my phone I saw fifteen missed calls and five messages from Rebecca. Holy shit! I’m dead.Rebecca never calls unless it’s very necessary. I instantly got up from bed and head out of the room. I had to find my way out and when I did, I met ten bodyguards standing
Once I got home, I threw my bag on the couch and gaze at Rebecca."You didn’t get the job, did you?" She asks noticing the frown line on my forehead "I got the job, but-""Really!" She rushes to me pulling me into a hug "I can’t believe this, you got the job, oh my gosh we have to celebrate." She says with excitement, she pulls away and looks at me "You said ‘but’ at the end of the sentence. What happened?"I kept to where I stood and nodded my head "Why, did they reduce your salary?" She ask and I shook my head in disagreement "Did they tell you to take a night shift?" I shook my head again and walked over to the couch, I buried my head on the couch and screamed into it."What’s wrong babe." She asked sounding very concerned "It’s my boss," I say"Is he hot? Did he ask you to have sex with him?""No, but-" I exhale wondering what to tell her"But what?"I gulped the lump in my throat and blurted out "My boss is Richie Maranzano"She gasped as her eyes widened in shock "What!""Yeah