Novels by fitandflow87

VERA'S POV Pain.I thought I had finally escaped but it turns out I was living in a fantasy.A delusion.When my father arrived at Richard's house to drag me to the meeting with the others I wanted to believe I could make them let me go, I just wanted out of this life they still denied me that even after Richard's death.The drive home was silent, my father was quiet, he didn't touch me after Luan's warning and I know what he did to my father was the reason he's silent, secretly boiling in rage. The creepy bastard shot him and acted as if it was normal, not that I care I would be relieved if he had killed him right there. The knots in my stomach had climbed up to my throat, tightening and suffocating.I will be married to him.He's more heartless than Richard, he will definitely kill me for sure.Not if I kill him first.The small voice in my head suggested, and I considered it for a while. Maybe I should accept and play the dutiful wife as usual then wait for an opportunity to get

LUAN'S POV.The sound of blood dropping on the tiles echoed in the quiet space, Klevis had discarded his gloves and the man strapped to the table wasn't making any sounds like he did before.Silent.Lifeless."Is it done?" I asked and he nodded, washing the blood off his hands like that would cleanse him."He was a stubborn one, but he told us their hideout. All we have to do is send Redon and the others to check it out" He replied and I stood up from the chair."Then get it done, I have a meeting with the outfit" I stated.It had to do with Richard's wife, her father is a sick bastard who's willing to sell her to the next highest bidder when it hasn't been up to a month since the last one died.I never liked him or Richard.Richard was a good puppet and wanted my validation so badly that he would have given me his wife if I asked. I was tempted to, because I still remember that day when I saw her.Despite the melancholic expression on her face, there was no denying her beauty. Dark

VERA'S POV.The day went by in a fast blur after that and after the rites they let me go, on the way back to Richard's manor I kept thinking of what Luan said. If he finds out I killed my husband he will tell the others and I will be killed, they would make sure I suffer ten times the pain Richard suffered, my death would be gruesome. Worst of all, my father will be ridiculed and forced to watch, unless he doesn't care and gladly watch them tear me apart. When we got home I met Vince in the living room speaking to Don Alfredo, the disgusting prick lit up as I walked in and Vince bowed. "What's going on?" I asked. "Nothing Ma, he asked if he could speak to you privately" Vince replied and I diverted my attention back to the old geezer. "Yes?" I wore an expression of impatience, which I was at the moment all I wanted to do was go upstairs to my room and drink the overpriced wine my husband usually saves for his bitches and soak in my bathtub. The feeling of no one breathing down y

VERA'S POV.Vince took over with the rites, they let me be and prepare for the burial of Richard Constantin. I was questioned but I had played my cards right, I was in a blind spot on the cameras and it only showed when I rushed to take the gun and started screaming. It's such a shame none of these men have an actual brain, they all underestimate me just like my stupid dead husband, although I won't blame them I'm the wife who cooks, cleans, lets her husband beat her up repeatedly, and still falls at his feet. A widow at twenty-three. My birthday is in two days and I plan on doing something for myself. Maybe after they let me out of this hellhole, I hope they give all his assets to me out of pity too. And so here I am, bawling my eyes out as we stood in front of the casket, dressed in a black body-fitted Dior dress with a black veil covering my face. "It's okay Veronica, he wouldn't want you to cry like this," One of the women who attended said, trying to pacify me so I would sto

VERA's POV.The loud sound of the blender resonated inside my head yet my own heartbeat overwhelmed the grating sound, it was almost time, I would soon be free from this hellhole. This cage of a marriage. This personal hell my father dumped me, the bruises on my neck and my back didn't ache more than the ones in my heart. Four years, four fucking years I have waited for this day. I have waited for all of it to end. God knows I'm still holding on to a thread of my sanity. The door in the living room creaked open and I flinched, turning off the blender, rubbing off the water in my hands on my apron. I turned off the gas cooker and rushed to check my cake in the oven. "Vera!" His loud baritone voice boomed, and I quickly abandoned what I was doing rushing to his aid. He stood in the middle of the living room with a beautiful blonde hanging on his arm, she looked younger and had sparkling eyes. I knew he would dim in a week if she stayed. Just like he did mine. "We have a guest,