All Chapters of Cruel Attraction: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Gabriella I tell myself I hate him. Not really. This is just my reaction because I was rejected by him. I was curious if we feel the same.Now I know we didn’t.A week after that night and Giovanni has been nowhere to be found. He didn’t just refuse me that night but I felt like he also refused me for a week by not showing back in our house. Apparently, that night ended whatever relationship we had.“ Any request for dinner today?” Sebastian gave me his phone. A list of what he can cook is being shown on the screen. “ I prefer some meat but because you’re heartbroken—”“ Shut up,” I glared. I shoved back his own into his chest and lean into the couch where I was sitting. “ Just cook what you can, Seb.”Sebastian shrugged and left for the kitchen. His house is actually nice compared to his personality. I don’t know why he wants a gang of his own when he can just lay on this sofa all night and not think of anything.His place gives off a serenity kind of feeling.I sneak through some

GabriellaI stand in front of the alley wondering if I got the right address. Sebastian wants me to come here. For someone who really owns a clean house, this place looks like a den for small thugs. The one who wanders in the street and shouts that they are gangsters but will run at the sound of the siren. It’s night. An unusual cold night with dark clouds appearing in the sky.It's hard not to judge when I saw a bunch of vandals, disturbing one, at the entrance. The door is almost as freaky as this place, it is made out of old shreds of wood, with an intricate design which based on my knowledge has something to do with satan.Great. A satanic place with blasting sounds of party music.The door made a creaky sound when I pushed it open and slide my body inside. I had to slightly squint my eyes to see in the dark, which is usually the case for this kind of house. But I was wrong. It’s not dark, alright. The loud party music is still echoing but the whole place looks a lot better than i

Gabriella Shuddering, I run through the door and tried to open it. I’m all left alone in this basement, with nothing but a bed and a sofa in sight. The walls are all painted in black and gray, with a vintage lamp on the side and a shadow lurking at the far end of the room where I was.He was leaning against the soft walls; his arms are crossed over his chest as he was playing with my pistol in his hands.“ S.D.V.”My muscles tighten at the memory of Sebastian outside. We never had a backup plan in case things goes awry tonight. No communications or any means of anything to get back at each other. My first thought is to warn him but I’ve been caught by Giovanni itself and he needed to discard everything that we were investigating. But, there’s no point in telling him that. I’ve got no means to tell him that now that I’m alone with his brother.I stare at him, full of hatred. “ Open the door,” I asked. “ Let me out, Giovanni.”He shakes his head and pointed the gun in my direction. “ D

Gabriella Fake. It was all fucking fake. I wanted to scream, punch or scratch Giovanni’s skin until he is bleeding and his blood is gushing out of his system. I wanted to hurt him as much as I am hurting right now because of his words.A part of me wanted to not remember or wanted to wake from this dream because it makes me feel too much. It makes my heart wrench into the pain of suffering that I didn’t even know was allowed in this world.Our marriage, my father’s smiles, and everything about me are all fake.It makes all sense now. With the sudden marriage and my father’s willingness to sell me to someone like a fucking meat for his disposal, I know that he will never do such kind of thing to me because he treated me like a real daughter.He loved me like a real daughter and I never doubted that.The treatment from him every time my mother is pushing me away and cursing at me from the anger that I didn’t know where was from is cunning. I wished it was her to whom I am not related

Giovanni’s POV “Where the hell is Alana?!” I shouted and throw everything on my desk because of rage. “Call her. Damn it.” The secretary nodded. I could see her punching something on her phone as I struggle to keep my breathing stable and stop myself from just punching the wall. My chest hurts. I tried to calm myself down and normalize my breathing but I cannot. I was trying to pound my fist on my chest when the door opened revealing her. Alana quickly ran beside me and held my arms. “Where the hell have you been?!” She hissed. I watched her get something in the drawer before her eyes glared at mine. “Close your eyes.” “ Tss,” I told her what she did before I felt the tip of the needle puncture my skin. My face grimaced at the thought of that object punching my skin but I don’t have a choice. “ Is it done now?” I asked her, my eyes still tightly closed. “ Give me a minute.” I heard her say. Alana did something on my skin before I dared to peek at whatever she was doing.