The tension in Aldo's study hung thick in the air as Marco, his loyal right-hand man, entered the room. The lines of exhaustion etched deep into his face, reflecting the grueling search for Sarah that had yielded no results. He hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to deliver the disappointing report.Aldo's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "Marco, what news do you bring?" he demanded, his voice tinged with anticipation and frustration.Marco's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, "Boss, we've searched high and low, but there's no sign of Miss Etoundi. It's as if she's vanished without a trace."Aldo's face contorted with a mixture of anger and despair. He clenched his fists tightly, the veins pulsating in his temples. The weight of his emotions became too much to bear, and in a fit of rage, he lashed out, swiping his arm across the table, sending a beautiful vase crashing to the ground, shattering into countless pieces.The shards of porcelain lay scattered at
An inaudible announcement was made by the pilot. Sarah looked around and found that the people around her seemed to be complaining about something. She looked up to a flight attendant.“Hi, what's going on?” she asked worriedly.“Nothing ma’am, please relax and fasten your seatbelt to prepare for landing.” The young flight attendant said politely.“Landing? How are we landing? We just took off like 2 minutes ago.” She asked. The air hostess kept trying to fit her seat belt for her. Something felt wrong, terribly wrong.“We are returning to port ma’am, we just got news of a possible flash storm.” She lied through her teeth.The skies were blue with not a cloud in sight. But she wasn’t a meteorology expert, so what did she know? Whether the flight attendant was lying to her or the flight attendant herself had been lied to, Sarah could tell.A thought flashed through her head. What if this was Aldo’s doing? She quickly brushed it off though. It’s not like Aldo could cause a thunderstorm,
In a dimly lit room lies a beautiful woman. Her dark skin glowed bright through the dull light. How could someone look so good when they sleep? Given the fact that she had been abducted, she was rather relaxed. One would think she was just taking a nap in her own house. She looked so peaceful that her captor felt a flutter in his heart and chose not to interrupt her sound slumber.As Sarah slowly regained consciousness, her surroundings appeared unfamiliar and disorienting. Panic surged through her veins as the memories of her abduction at the airport flooded back into her mind. Fear gripped her heart, urging her to assess her situation and find a way to escape.She cautiously surveyed the room, her eyes darting around, searching for any clues or means of escape. The walls were bare, devoid of any personal touch, and the only door stood as a formidable barrier to the outside world. A surge of desperation overcame her, and she banged on the door, hoping to attract attention and secure
"Let me go, Aldo," Sarah pleaded, her voice shaking with the weight of her emotions. "I can't stay here, I can't be a part of this world."“Stop saying that!” he growled, causing her to flinch as he glared daggers at her. They had just finished dinner and it was going quite well. Why did she have to talk about leaving and ruining the mood again? He exhaled deeply and looked away. It would do no good to make her fear him more than she already did.“It was very selfish of you to hide that from me while being all sweet and making me like you. You clearly don’t know anything about me. Which is fine, if you would just let me go.” she rambled on, her teary eyes unable to make contact with his burning gaze. Her body trembled slightly as she uttered the words that she knew could end her. Her hands under the table got hold of the hem of her skirt and squeezed so tight, her knuckles hurt.“You think I’m stoked that you found out like this?” he softened his tone and held her hand. “Why do you th
The next few days at the mansion were rather quiet. Sarah neither said a word, nor went out of the bedroom. She took a lot of time reflecting on the events that had brought her life to the position that it was currently.He claimed that he wasn’t holding her hostage and that she could go out anytime, but the moment she stepped out of the room there were people following her around.He always seemed to be there. She wondered if he even had a job with all the free time he seemed to have available. When Aldo wasn’t with her, there would be a maid or bodyguard keeping close watch. These days she can’t even take her bath alone. All this surveillance and she hadn’t even left the room. All her meals were served to her inside.Aldo encouraged her to go to dinner but she refused to talk to him. She didn’t complain, understanding that doing so could give him the impression that she was trying to leave again and keep him well on guard.Not that she planned to stay, just that she needed to make s
“Was it you? The guys who put a cloth over my nose. Did you send them?” Sarah finally gathered the courage to ask once he had finished eating.After a thoughtful silence, he replied, “Yes.”“I guess the weather worked in your favor then. Why is my luck so down? Can’t even runaway in peace.” she murmured.He said nothing in reply. Instead, he picked up the dishes, walked over to the sink and began washing them.“Why did you bring me back Aldo? It’s not like I stole from you. Can’t you just let me go?” she asked rather cautiously.“I can’t bear to let you go like that, ca…” just as he was about to give her a response he heard the sound of a gun being adjusted. He spun to find her pointing it at him.“Tell them to let me out, Aldo.” She said resolutely.“Calm down, cara. You’ve never fired a gun before. Don’t be like this. Give it to me.” He said, approaching with no caution whatsoever. Like he wasn’t afraid. Like she didn’t have a gun in her hands.Even Sarah started to doubt the credib
The whole gun incident was a rather humbling experience for Sarah. She learnt that she lacked the will to hurt Aldo. And the fact that at that moment he still managed to comfort her weighed on her heart. She wasn’t stupid, just torn. Torn between what her heart wanted and what she knew was right. She should have fired the gun. She should not have glanced at him a second time. Although she knew what type of person Aldo Accardi was, she kept making excuses for him in her heart. The sun rose to its glorious shine over the Accardi mansion. The chef in the kitchen worked extra hard to have breakfast ready on time. Old Maria had been watching each movement closely. Like a guard dog. She was clearly in a bad mood. Her eagerness to meet Aldo’s woman and have him wedded was cut off brutally. She knew it from the moment she saw Marco drive the unconscious young lady into the mansion at dusk. It was like reliving the exact same scene from Aldo’s parents' meeting. Many a time she had prayed th
ALDO walked into the bedroom to find Sarah lying in bed. Staring listlessly at the ceiling. With an inaudible sigh, he calmed himself down as he decided how to deal with the little woman in his bed. “Hey there, sleeping beauty.” he said in a low husky voice as he stalked towards her. “I’ve thought about it.” She said coldly, in a voice so low and strained, it made his heart ache. “About what love?” he asked, battling the urge to give in to her every whim. “A good reason. It’s the third day, today. I have a reason.” He took a minute to understand her words but it soon became clear to him what she was talking about. “OK, then why don’t you tell me about it over dinner? Do you want to go out? There is this beautiful restaurant by the lake. You’ll love it.” She didn’t reply. Not because she didn’t want to go out, but because she didn’t want to give him a chance. At this point, one might think, ‘Wouldn’t it be better to go out and find a chance to escape?’ but Sarah knew bette
"Berardo, brother, welcome. Long time no see,” a guard said as he rushed to greet the giant of a man who just landed on the mansion’s private helipad.Walking with sturdy, meticulous steps, the man called Berardo approached the mansion. Not a word from him to the hearing of the other guards. Nothing but a nod. The serious expression on his face never seemed to fade out. Not out of malice or disdain for the men in front of him; they were comrades after all. But this was his way, and they all seemed to acknowledge that.The pissed-off look on his face never seemed to be enough to stop the giggling batch hovering around him. Along with the men on his side, he made his way off the helipad, through the garden, and into the mansion. Then he went straight to Aldo’s study to report for duty.To his surprise, the early-rising, stern man that was his boss was nowhere to be found. Funny, it was 8 am at this point, Aldo was always up and functioning by 6 am. Could the boss have fallen ill? No one
It was never really lights out at the mansion. Regardless of the hour, there were always people patrolling the grounds, the lights outside the mansion stayed on at all times. Security and control were of the utmost priority, which explains the cameras. Before, the patrols used to happen even indoors, but since Sarah moved here, they have been seized.Sitting in the control room, Marco stared intently at the lovely couple in the kitchen as they got snacks to share. It must be nice to have someone to spend your night with. Sure, they bickered a lot and sometimes Mrs. Accardi was particularly unreasonable, but there was no doubt in the heart of everyone who knew them that they were made for each other.It’s not like Aldo was perfect, he hid his identity from her and then kidnapped her when she found out and tried to run away. Marco sat in the quiet of the night reflecting, he certainly wasn’t a log of wood. He, too, had a special person. But Marco is nothing like Aldo and Lana, well, tha
Uhhhh….. Mmmmh…. Ald… mmmm... Sarah moaned breathily. Her hands were in his hair, stroking it with her fingers as he ignited passion within her walls. Though his beard was always clean-shaven, it had been a few days since he last shaved and tiny invisible hair had started poking out of his skin. She could feel it as the hair rubbed against her thighs, causing a ticklish sensation up her spine. He steadied himself in between her thighs, taking in her scent, lapping up every bit of her arousal. His tongue set her body on fire. She wriggled in place, frustration and pleasure coursing through her veins like lightning bolts. His hands, too, were busy. He had a finger inserted into her as his tongue attacked hers. First one finger, then another, before she knew it, Aldo had succeeded in putting 3 fingers inside her. She didn’t object, she barely even realized it because she was so engrossed in the sensations he was making her feel. Aldo was having the time of his life. His name rolled off
The caresses made her mind hazy and before she could think, she had been pulled out of her chair by Aldo’s powerful hands. He carried her back to the bedroom and they continued making out all the way down the hallway.Placing her on the bed, Aldo’s fingers eagerly searched under her dress for the little sensitive mound he was bullying earlier. She felt his hands and immediately understood his intensions. Only, instead of going along with it this time, she broke contact.As their lips parted, their gazes locked, emotions swirling like a tempest. His hand was still under her dress, a little confused by her rejection. She spoke first, aiming to clear the air from last night’s argument, “You said you’d believe me, right? I didn’t book that ticket. I have no idea who did, but when I find them, I’ll have them come give you an apology.”His gaze softened. “Maybe not now, but you are still going to leave once I’m well.”“You are well and I’m still here.” She giggled. His initial reaction was o
By the time Aldo was ready to let her go, several hours had already passed. Sarah rose. It was then that she noticed the drapes. Pulling them open, the bright sunlight hit her face like a brick, forcing her eyes shut as they had become accustomed to the dark. She took a peek at the time keeper on the bedside cupboard, the time said 7am, yet it was clearly afternoon. “Good morning, love.” He said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pulling her in to a super tight back hug. “Morning? It’s like 5 in the evening. Did you readjust the time?” she questioned as she tried to wiggle out of his grip. As she moved, her butt rubbed against his member, making it itch with desire. Memories of the passion from last night flashed through his mind. “If you keep moving like that, we might have to get back in bed, amore.” He said huskily. His lips were buried in the crock of her neck and she could feel every word he said vibrate against her skin. His hot breath swashed over the sens
The warm light of day slowly washed over the mansion the next morning. The kitchen bustled, the mansion came alive. The maids and guards alike. By now all the mansion staff were aware of the events of last night. Gossip travelled really fast and it didn’t help that Aldo and Sarah didn’t hold back all night. Stumbling out the pantry into the dining room, making out in the living room and all down the hallway to the master bedroom. They almost lost all control and fucked right outside the bedroom door. Almost. By now, we all know who had an awful night thanks to the two. Marco stayed in the surveillance room all night. Every time their make-out session got graphic, he had to arrange for the men to cut the cameras. The thing is, the organization had a good number of enemies. So the house had to be monitored at all times. So Marco couldn’t just conveniently ask for all the cameras to be cut for the whole night. Yet he had absolutely no idea when the couple would get all the way down
“Shut the screens! Turn off the cameras in the kitchen,” Marco hurriedly ordered. The men all scrambled to cut the signal. Flustered, Marco took a bottle of water and downed it once the cameras had been cut. “Ehm, ehem…” one of the men cleared his throat. “Looks like young master Accardi will be arriving sooner than episode 25.” He jested with a serious expression that just made the joke even funnier. Laugher erupted. Even the stern Marco couldn’t help chuckling a bit. “Men! Brothers! Prepare your suits. The boss is getting married!” another one chanted. His words were followed by a round of applause and more laughter. The mood was festive, so lively that Marco couldn’t bear to bring it to an end. Back in the mansion, the maids, on hearing the loud sounds of rolling pans and pots, attempted to take a look. They were stopped, however, by a guard sent by Marco and ordered not to leave their quarters. In the pantry, the couple had not a care in the world. Sarah’s hands held firmly o
In the charged aftermath of their passionate kiss, their eyes locked in a wordless exchange, a universe of emotions dancing between them. The barriers that had held their desires at bay seemed to crumble, leaving them standing on the precipice of an unknown, exhilarating journey.Then, as if driven by an irresistible force, Sarah leaned in once more, her lips finding Aldo's in a searing kiss. It was a declaration of longing, an affirmation of their shared connection that had defied the odds.This time, as their lips met, the kiss was deeper, more fervent, an unspoken promise of the emotions they had been battling to convey. Aldo's arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her close as the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them suspended in a realm of passion and vulnerability.With her hands pressed against his chest, Sarah's touch conveyed a mixture of urgency and tenderness. She deepened the kiss, her fingers clutching his shirt as if anchoring herself to him,
The day seemed to have passed for Sarah in a flash. Doctor Rossi had come in to check on Aldo shortly after they had breakfast. Maria was keen on showing Sarah around the mansion and giving her a history lesson about each room. Julia came in after midday with a catalog of baby clothes, asking Sarah to help her choose. That was really just an excuse. Julia’s real purpose was to get Sarah to make seafood pasta for her. She could certainly afford to buy the most expensive dishes for herself. But she remembered some pasta that Sarah had made for her back in their college days when she said she missed home. Now that she was pregnant, she felt as if memories of food were all that dominated her mind at every point in time. Just pregnancy cravings. She drove so far just to satisfy her cravings, rather, the baby’s cravings as she puts it. After a bit of guilt tripping, coercion, sobbing and drama, she got Sarah to make her the meal again. Once it was cooked, she pulled out a flask, packed i