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Chapter 69 - Dryer than the Sahara

Lilianna »»»◈««« For the past three days, I've made a point of steering clear of him, making sure that we haven't had any opportunity to spend time together. Each time I catch a glimpse of him in the distance, my heart races with conflicting emotions. Whenever he showed up to pick me up from work, I made sure to send out my secretary to inform him that I wouldn't be available until late at night. Midnight is Marco's busiest time, so it was unlikely he could come then. It's not like I wanted to keep avoiding him, but the idea of facing him, especially alone in the car, just filled me with dread. I couldn't handle the awkwardness and tension between us. When he was busy, I'd head home and crash into bed. After those exhausting hours on set, sleep came easy the moment I hit the mattress. I'd wake up before him, quietly slipping out of the house without bothering with breakfast. Avoiding him for three days felt like an achievement, but deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling of disa
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Chapter 70 - This is for you...

Lilianna »»»◈««« Then, suddenly, his heavy hand landed on the back of my neck, sending a jolt of fear coursing through me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair from the back of my head, yanking my face towards his until our noses nearly touched. My hands slammed onto his chest as I stared into his eyes. "Marco..." I whimpered, my voice barely audible, tinged with terror. "Imagine walking onto the set and seeing my wife getting fucked against the wall, on her knees, and on the damn fucking bed?!" he spat. His grip tightened on my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin. For a moment, he didn't seem like himself at all as I stared into his eyes. "I-I didn't..." I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart pounding in my chest, "It's my job... It wasn't real." His grip on my hair loosened slightly, but the fire in his eyes remained, "Your job?" he scoffed, releasing me completely as I sank back into my seat. "Your job
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Chapter 71 - Consummating my marriage

Lilianna »»»◈««« I was pressed against his side as bottles of champagne popped open, their fizzy contents spraying into the air as laughter and howls filled the atmosphere. Marco held up a bottle, a gleam of triumph in his eyes, as he looked down at me and kissed me once more. He pulled back just an inch and whispered on my lips, "Fuck it!" He took a long swig directly from the champagne bottle and then placed the bottle's lips against mine, urging me to drink as well. My lips parted willingly, and I drank from the bottle. It felt like the entire world had melted away, the shouts and cheers around us didn't matter. As I drank, his lips trailed kisses along my jawline. Pulling the bottle away, he dropped it to the floor, making it shatter. A familiar face from Marco's crew walked over, I had seen him around the house, and he slipped another set of car keys into Marco's hand. "I'll handle the McLaren, boss," he stated confidently, earning a nod from Marco. Marco dragged me awa
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Chapter 72 - Flashes...

Lilianna »»»◈««« "What good is having a powerful husband if you can't even leverage that power for your own gain?" His touch was gentler now, his fingertips softly massaging my scalp. "I have the ability to make or break anyone's career, and I think I'm going to start with Hayes Flynn." I pulled my face away from his neck and looked into his eyes. "Please, don't do this. Hayes was just doing his job. He's a good man who loves his wife deeply. He tried to make things as comfortable for me as he could. Please, don't ruin his life...for me?" I knew I had some nerve to ask him for a favor, especially after keeping the intimate scenes a secret, but I had to try. Maybe I got the nerve because I was finally starting to believe that our relationship meant something more now. I was beginning to trust him again, and my feelings for him were growing. Slowly, I was beginning to realize that I didn't want to leave him anymore; I wanted to build a life with him. I came here as Costello's pr
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Chapter 73 - No security, no rules...

Lilianna »»»◈««« Six Years Earlier »»»◈«««»»»◈««« I let out a weary sigh. It had been almost a year since I graduated high school, and Dad had made me return to Naples. Since then, life has been incredibly dull. It was the same old routine: Dad's endless restrictions and Armando's relentless advances. But lately, Armando seemed different. With our engagement approaching, he was suddenly eager for intimacy. He had never pushed for this before, but now, I could feel the shift in everything he did. His words carried a new intensity, his touch lingered a bit too long, and there was tension in the air whenever he was around. Since coming back to Naples, we have gone to a few dinners together. They started out pleasant enough, but as the night wore on, his intentions became clear. Each dinner ended the same way, with him trying to kiss me. I could see the frustration in his eyes, the impatience. The thought of sharing his bed filled me with dread. He had bought me, saving me from ot
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Chapter 74 - Anything but that...

Lilianna »»»◈««« He had been silent, staring at the ceiling, while I waited for any sign from him—a word, a gesture, even the slightest change in his expression. "Is that why you came to me that night?" That was the first question he asked. "That's why you were so insistent." I smiled softly, staring at his handsome face. "I just liked you so much from the moment I first saw you. I knew I wanted it to be you... I never realized that years from that moment, we would be here." As I looked into his eyes, memories flooded my mind—memories of our first meeting, of the feelings that had sparked between us. Despite everything, I couldn't deny the connection that had drawn me to him, even if circumstances had changed since then. Marco reached over and gently touched my cheek. "I want you to know that I made your father suffer a lot before he died." His words sent a chill down my spine. I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of remorse or explanation. I tensed up in his hold. Ou
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Chapter 75 - Escapades.

Lilianna »»»◈««« "How are things between the two of you?" Amalia asked gently, standing behind me as she combed my hair. I sat in front of the vanity, preparing to head to the studio after breakfast when Amalia followed me into the bedroom. She took the hairbrush from my hand and began to comb my hair herself. I stared at her through the mirror, thinking, 'This must be what it's like to have a mother who loves you, who cares for you'. Mine had always been colder than the frost on a January morning. Amalia's touch was gentle, her fingers gliding through my hair like a warm breeze over a meadow, softly working out the knots with patience that felt foreign to me. "Good, better than ever." Her eyes lit up with pure happiness. "Really? Has he finally grown a pair and started treating you with the respect you deserve?" Images flashed through my mind—being pressed against a car in a dingy parking lot, our first time after marriage happening in the backseat. It didn’t exactly scream r
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Chapter 76 - Meant to me

Lilianna »»»◈««« Six Years Earlier »»»◈«««»»»◈««« I stepped out of his apartment and turned to look up at the building, my heart aching with indecision. For what felt like an eternity, I stood there, torn between two worlds. A part of me desperately wanted to run back inside, to throw myself into his arms and beg him to take me away from everything. To escape into his arms and forget the horrors waiting for me at home. But another part of me, the stronger part, pulled me back towards my brothers. I couldn't abandon them to those monsters. I refused to be that selfish. I might not have given birth to them, but I was their mother. A mother isn't just the one who brings you into the world—she's the one who raises you with love, affection, and care. And I couldn't fail them now. I wouldn't. I had to go back for them. Marco, with all his influence and connections as a Costello, could make sure that the three of us vanished without a trace. My father would search for us until his d
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Chapter 77 - The Torture

Lilianna »»»◈««« Six Years Earlier »»»◈«««»»»◈««« I jolted awake as the basement door creaked open, followed by the ominous thud of several heavy footsteps making their way down the stairs. I glanced up at the long flight of stairs, watching their shiny shoes draw nearer with each deliberate step. The closer they got, the more my emotions churned. Fear wasn’t what gripped me; instead, my heart was shattered, and rage coursed through my veins. I rested my head against the cold wall, refusing to acknowledge their presence. Their voices murmured in low tones. Suddenly, the harsh screech of a chair being dragged across the floor pierced the air. I didn't flinch, though every nerve in my body was on edge. The chair came to a stop, and I could feel their eyes boring into me. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever came next. "Get her up," my dad commanded. Two men strode over and roughly seized my arms, hauling me to my feet. They dragged me to the chair they'd placed in
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Chapter 78 - Gaps in memory...

Lilianna »»»◈««« I told them everything, every little detail. How I was sexually assaulted by my own father how I met Marco in the night club on my nineteenth birthday and ran away from home and everything that followed. To this day, my family has no idea who the man was. The Costellos were always our enemies; if my father or uncles knew, they would have killed him long ago. The war between the Brunos and Costellos was bound to happen, but at least, I wasn't the one who started it. I wasn't the reason for the bloodiest conflict in our history. These three women were the first to know my story. Not even Marco knows, and sometimes it feels like I don't know the full story either. The flashes come, a strange déjà vu, so vivid it feels real. I'm left questioning everything—did it happen, or is my mind playing tricks on me? The uncertainty gnawed at me. Every flash feels like a fragment, a puzzle piece that doesn't quite fit. I see faces, hear voices, but they're just out of reach,
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