All Chapters of Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Fuck.." I moan as my feverish skin makes me dizzy with lust. [Yes.] "Evet, Mila. You make me want to ravage you when I should be disgusted by the thought of even touching you." He mutters. "But I'm not. Instead, everything about you makes me mad with desire and I can not control it. God's, I tried to but I don't want to anymore." He removes his hand from the wall, wrapping his fingers around my jaw and he forces me to stare up at him. "You've already had a taste of me and one taste is all you get." I swallow loudly, throwing his words back at him. He chuckles, "One taste wasn't enough, askim." [My love.] He licks his lips as his eyes drink in my almost naked body. "I don't know if one taste will ever be enough." I try to concentrate on breathing air into my starving lungs, trying to drown out his words with thoughts of Sandro and fail horribly when his calloused thumb brushes across my erect nipple. I arch my back off

I wave as Akira buzzes me through the bulletproof wall, "Hey, babe. You've changed your hair colour?" I stop at her desk and ask her.  Her previously jet black hair with purple tips has been coloured caramel blonde. She now resembles your average good girl next door neighbour, rather than the sassy but classy persona she always possessed. "Yeah," She sighs with a sad look on her face. "My mothers arranged a blind date for me tonight and she insisted that I go back to my natural hair colour." She pouts.  "Oh.." I scrunch my nose.  Mixed emotions lick my skin.  I feel bad for her since she does not appear overjoyed about her date, and I envy her for having a mother who is genuinely concerned about her daughter's marital status. "Please tell me your mother does the same? I'm in my mid-twenties and she still feels the need to meddle in my love life." She props her elbow up on her desk and rests her chin on her hand.

I slowly start to stir, groaning as I roll to my side and rub my eyes. As I pull back the curtains to my glassy, tired irises, I take in my surroundings and sit up.  This isn't my room. My brows furrow as soft sob escapes between my trembling lips. All the emotions I felt before I passed out, come crashing back like a Tsunami slamming into the shoreline, eradicating everything in its path.  A lone tear rolls down the side of my cheek and I violently wipe it away with the back of my hand. I am on borrowed time, I don't have the luxury to sit in this bed and cry over my son. My tears are better spilt when I have him in my arms.  I throw back the sheets and exit the room, wandering down a hallway as I follow the sound of voices speaking in hushed tones. They lead me to a large door that has been left ajar; I stand next to it, attempting to maintain silence while listening to what they are saying. "Are you sure he is your so

An hour or two ago, I was threatened to sit in the back of Jacob's black Mercedes-Benz. After he had forced me into the back seat of his sedan, he forced me to conceal my eyes behind a black silk scarf.  Plummeting me into a world of darkness. Imprisoning me in my state of fear without a sense of where he is taking me.  [It's a shame you've become a traitor to our family, Mila.] "È un peccato che tu sia diventata un traditore della nostra famiglia, Mila." He said, taking my chin in his hand as his grip tightened he snarled. "Such a waste of a beautiful woman." He clicked his tongue.  I swallowed thickly, "The men in my family would have never raped me." I said with bitterness. "Or stood by and watched as Trent cruelly objectified me in front of hundreds of men through a live stream. I bet your mamas would be proud of the men they raised!" Excruciating pain suddenly spread across the left side of my face. The bastard had

No one tells you that your life can change within a blink of an eye, by meeting the wrong man, making one bad decision or doing what you believe is right, but typically turns out to be the complete opposite. They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade...Whoever came up with that quote needs to be uppercut. How the fuck can I make lemonade in the predicament I now find myself in?No, fuck that and fuck the lemonade. What you need to do is, throw those damn rotten lemons back into the face of life. "Well, angel?" Castello hums, bringing me back to my cruel reality. "It's not easy trying to fit everything I want to say in one sentence," I reply in a snarky tone. [Still as dramatic as ever] "Ancora drammatico come sempre." He retucks the gun into his jeans, reaches over, and drags me to my feet, and I watch as Ace's lifeless body rolls onto the concrete in an awkward posture."I do