All Chapters of HER ONLY CRIME: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Emilia~I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of cold water on my skin. It felt like I was finally taking a break from all that was going on in my life, and I loved it.It's been two days since I last saw both Marcelo and Mae. Everything felt too peaceful and quiet, giving the feeling of the calm before a storm.My mind reeled back to the morning of the confrontation between myself and Mae."I know what you did to Martha." I remember how scared I was, thinking she was definitely going to be after revenge or something.Things however, took a much different turn than what I had expected. Mae wasn't even slightly upset about it. If anything, it looked like she had made peace with it."She betrayed our Boss, sounds to me like she got what she deserves." She had simply said in a monotone.Mae also broke the news of her moving to Texas, as suggested by Marcelo. She said something about starting her life afresh, to which I just nodded in understanding. I was still wary of her, and a part

Marcelo~Maybe Emilia was right about one thing afterall; I couldn't stand being bested by anybody, talk more of a scrawny, old fellow like O'Dell.I grinned at the latter, who was tied to a chair, powerless right before me. I watched gleefully, as he panicked, struggling to set himself free. He had a bag over his head, which muffled his screams and cuss words. All these happened, without me even having to lift a finger. Now that is the real definition of power.I snapped my fingers, and my men immediately removed the bag from over his head. He winced, trying to adjust his eyes to the brightness of the room. The rays of sun entering through the small window, definitely was helping him."Buongiorno, signor!" I grinned, as he finally looked up at me.His expression slowly changed into a hateful glare, which only made my grin wider. I definitely enjoyed taunting him."You!" He sneered, earning a shrug from me."I know this wasn't really how we talked about it." I said, rolling my eyes

Marcelo~"Are you mad at me?" She asked me for the umpteenth time."No." I answered her, taking off my shirt that had been ruined with her vomit stains.Drunk Emilia was definitely something, as I haven't really been exposed to this side of her before.As I tossed the shirt into the hamper, Emilia stumbled towards me, her eyes glassy and unfocused. I caught her by the elbows, steadying her as she swayed precariously."You'll hurt yourself." I said, my voice low and even. "You should rest now."Emilia looked up at me, her face scrunched up in a mixture of concern and contrition. "I'm sorry, Marc," she slurred, her words barely intelligible. "I know you're still mad at me."I sighed, feeling a pang of amusement despite myself. A part of me wanted to yell at her and scold her for leaving the house, despite my warning. I wanted to punish her for disobeying me, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to do it."It's okay, Emilia," I said, trying to reassure her. "How about we tal

Emilia's POVI stood in front of the large mirror, in nothing but my undergarments. The blue in my eyes seemed to have lost their brightness, as I stared blankly at my reflection.Was O'Dell really dead, or was Marcelo just playing one of his sick games with me? It was unlike Marcelo to lie about things like this, so the former was likely to be the case here.The door suddenly opened, revealing some maids who walked in with expensive dresses and make-up to adorn me, courtesy of Marcelo. I stood still as they clothed me and dolled me up like I was some mourning bride. Everything about today felt very wrong to me, and only one person seemed like the right person to be blamed; Marcelo!Speaking of the devil, he slowly emerged from behind me in an all-black suit that seemed to match my dress. He looked really proud of himself, as he gazed into the mirror."Did you do it?" I suddenly blurted out the question that had been on mind, and Marcelo didn't even appear slightly shockedHe busied

Marcelo~Emilia as my best friend? No fucking way! Maybe there was a time I did indulge her in such stupid fantasy, but I'm a freaking mafia boss now. I don't make friends, and not especially someone like her.I've had countless women on my bed, ever since I attained my status as a very feared and powerful man. I've had models, call girls and even female business partners, spread out for my pleasure.Once have I tasted each one of them. I never ever fucked the same woman twice, never had the urge to be possessive of any of them. I was always quick to disassociate myself, immediately I was done having my way. It became my normal way of life.All through those times, I wondered where Emilia was, even sent men to go search for her. With every failed attempt to locate her, I became more frustrated.My frustration slowly gave way to obsession. I was obsessed with seeing her again. I wanted to find her, by any means necessary. When I finally found her, lust instantly made its way into the