جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 40

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the first snow this month pouring through the balcony's glass doors. I stood up, walked forward to open the balcony door, and went out. Standing behind the iron fence and looking down. Our swimming pool was frozen over, there was a pile of snow on it, and the sight calmed me down a bit. There seems to be nothing to stand in the snowfall, the dropping temperature, and feel the serenity.I hugged myself, staying here even though the cold snow pricked like sharp little needles on my skin. It's nothing. The pain in my mind is more terrible, and it is nothing compared to standing under the falling snow in a light nightgown.I came out of Demonio with a weight lifted. Now, even I don't feel guilt or remorse after taking someone else's life. I know that the man I just killed is the most detestable. No one can deny that, but shouldn't I at least have some pity? However, maybe I have is no room for pity in my heart; nothing bothers me, and it's appropriat

An old classic car takes me along the paved roads above the cliffs, below an impressive stretch of seashore.The afternoon was so beautiful, and right now, I'm almost the saddest human being because I've never seen a view like this in my life. I put my head on the open window. My hand rises to taste the salty air.It's calming.It's thrilling.It reconciles.Everything that felt forbidden became true until it made my smile appear. I will reach out for my life here and put everything behind me."Are you happy?" the voice of the woman behind the wheel made me open my eyes.I straightened up in the car seat, looking at her with my big smile. "Of course."She glanced at me briefly to give me her big smile. "I am also happy for you. Greta." There was a pause when she chuckled. “Everything will be better. No one will put you in a cage anymore, and you can be happy with Ivan. He's got everything sorted out, and no one will ever be able to find you."I blinked in surprise. "How could he do th

Anxiety settles in me like a second skin.It's been two days since I spent time at my sister's fiancé's house, and it's already disrupting my entire day. I'm not in a good mood, and I really want to get out of my bubble—go somewhere—alone just to calm myself down.His influence reverberates within me insecurely. Sounds like a warning alarm in my head loudly. That is the most urgent thing that happened. I'm not the same anymore, and still determining if I want this.Because discovering that I was attracted to his darkness was a curse. And to find that I fell for his care and tenderness was a disaster.It shook me, and breaking down the walls that had been built up a long time ago because of the things he did yesterday made me draw one correct conclusion. I don't know what to do if he admits it, if he pushes me over the edge. I can only hold on to him because I know I can't help myself against him.I have to do something to keep busy. Otherwise, thoughts of that guy surface, sending a f

"Aren't you going to get up?"I got out, squinting my eyes sharply at the large man who was still curled up comfortably in my bed even though I was so worried and anxious. What if my cousin found out that he was in my room? It will be another way of death.I don't want to put out the flames of conflict within my family and his family until whatever happened to us is over—until he lets me go. It would be easy because he didn't know how annoying the White Princess could be.He lay on his side, pulling the blanket over his neck. "No." His hoarse voice would have diverted all control within me if only I hadn't been caught in the haze of anxiety this morning.Yes, very clear. I sighed as I stepped towards the bed. It must have been neat with a long cream sweater and material pants. The snow indicated they would tolerate nothing today, and I had to wear thick clothes to work."Come on, Nicholas. What if someone finds out you're here? That would be a disaster.” I stood on the edge of the bed

Cynical amusement mixed with a dose of bitterness creeps up my veins. If I never heard a stupid name like Nicholas de Sanctis, I would be a happy woman. I took the lift to the lobby and praised the people who made this luxurious building because this electric box brought me down quickly.I crossed my arms and headed down the sidewalk away from the hotel. The cold rain slides against my skin, sending chills down my spine. I should have picked up my coat at storage. Shit. Why can't I do anything right? Self-hatred churned in my stomach.I got into the taxi I found, and it quickly took me away from here. The tightness in my chest doesn't go away. I didn't cry. Instead, I leaned back in the seat and stared at the buildings with an empty mind until I got home.A distinctly dim atmosphere greeted me, and no one but a few bodyguards and maids were still doing their jobs at night. I walked limply to my room, didn't forget to lock it—no matter whether Mama would nag tomorrow or not—took off my