All Chapters of Cruel Attraction: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

GABRIELLA Tears after tears, I cry all the pain and try to ease the grief I’m feeling. Of course, grief won’t stop just because I am crying. It won’t stop just because I am choking and sobbing while staring at my father’s tomb. It’s like a flash of nightmares drowning me in insanity when my fear becomes my reality. I’m afraid that he’ll pass away because of our enemies. Ever since I was young, I feared he’ll leave me alone in this world where only he tries to lessen my suffering. I was afraid he’ll leave me with a mother who never gave me the love I thought I desire to have.But, he did.Staring at the ground where his name is carved out of stone makes me burst into tears once more. I shiver as I run down my fingers to trace every letter of his name. Mother didn’t even bother about his funeral, she just wants to bury him in the ground because of his condition. I couldn’t help but choke thinking about what they did to him.Cruel animals. Bastards. Whoever they maybe deserve no place i

Gabriella I stay on top of Ace, making sure that all of my weight is somewhat suffocating him. My hands are holding his arms and pinning him down to what I assume is a little strength to actually have him grunting.A taste of hate sprouts into my mouth every time I look at him. He reminds me of pain, anger, and shortcomings.He twisted my arms, slide his own under my waist, and then pulled me down to the ground making sure he is inserting his dominance. He is now on top of me and successfully turns the game in his favor.Our breaths are harsh, and not syncing in between. Beads of sweat are trickling down into his jaw for we’ve been sparring for the last two hours.“ You’re too distracted,” he hoarsely said. “If I’m your enemy, I can easily twist your throat and steal your breath away.”I am damn insulted. “ Stop talking trash and just give me a gun. I don’t need this hand-to-hand combat with you. My enemies fire up a blazing bullet idiot, they don’t twist and groan.”Giovanni made a

Gabriella The trip is exhausting.Giovanni has been all clingy and grumpy during the past few hours. His hands are all over my waist and his face is nuzzling in my neck, sniffing on it while Ace is whistling while looking at us in the rear-view mirror of the car.“ Will you stop sniffing on me?” I whispered to Giovanni because I’m really annoyed.A tingling sensation drapes over me when he shakes his head. Giovanni lifted his gaze. His eyes are soft and tipsy. “ I can’t…you smell good.”“ I smell like you,” I sheepishly smile and pushed his head away from my body.Giovanni gave me an inquisitive glance. “ What?”“ Oh, my shower gel is out of stock. So, I use the one I saw in our bathroom,” I said. The look on his face is satisfying.He shot me a dirty look, probably not impressed that I am having my way with his things. Well, I don’t have any choice since he told me we are traveling earlier than he expected.“ Well…” he sounded off. I can hear Ace’s laughter in the driver’s seat. “T

Gabriella A nauseous feeling stopped me from eating. I quickly run into the bathroom and threw up. I never felt this sick until I cannot almost hold myself if Giovanni did not hold my waist. He flushed the toilet, then help me wash my mouth. “ What the fuck is wrong with me?” I stare at the mirror with tears in my eyes.I felt like I am dying. Giovanni is behind me, stroking my back. He is looking at our reflection in our mirror and my gut tells me something is bothering him.“What?” I asked.He shut his head and cursed. “When is your last period?”I blinked. “My what?”“Period,” he scoffed. “Menstrual cycle.”A peal of laughter slipped from my lips when I saw his expression in the mirror. “You think I’m pregnant?”“I come inside you. Thrice.” Giovanni’s face was serious.I scanned his face and then pressed a palm into my mouth, wanting to stop myself from this predicament. But I cannot stop laughing because he was just there standing and looking so serious about all of this.He gla

Gabriella I wake up the morning with a heavy heart. Thinking about sleeping in the room where Giovanni and I had spent our first days as a married couple didn’t sit well with me. So, I ended up sleeping in the guest room. I still cannot believe it – I like Giovanni. The ruthless mob leader of New York who kills without blinking, the man I was sold to. I like him. Since we got married, he shows me nothing but his dark sides. He killed half of my father’s men, claimed me as his own and mark every part of me with his tongue. Okay, that’s the last of my concern. But, he told me I was his safe vault – his greatest investment. And, I think I mistook that with something else. I’ve lost count of how many thoughts have run down my mind while I am looking at myself in the mirror. There is nothing special with what I look like. In fact, I think I looked worst with my bird nest hair and a toothbrush on my mouth. I’m not as good as a musician.