Novels by Lizz Davies

CHIARA I shake my head a bit to shut out the "love" thought. I and this man still have a lot to talk about."Hold up mister. You kidnapped me, you drugged me, you raped me, you chained me up and locked me up in your dungeon and you fucking drank from my blood!! And you are calling me yours? I don't belong to you!""You don't belong to me, you belong with me." I ignore his words and get up from the bed to start pacing."I'm not a good man Chiara...”"You have made that very obvious Massimo". I cut him off."Now what? Will you let me go?""No.""Whyyyyy?? You wanted me to remember you, now I do, so let me go."Massimo's expression doesn't change, but his eyes seem to gleam with a sinister intensity. "I didn't bring you here for you to get back your memories, Chiara," he says, his voice low and husky. "They were just a... bonus, a little added extra so you would know our history. My main plan is to keep you with me."I stop pacing and turn to face him, my eyes narrowing."Why? Yes, perh

CHIARA Massimo's eyes flicker open and he regards me calmly, his gaze piercing as he takes in my expression. For a moment, we just stare at each other, the air between us thick with tension. His eyes move to my head and he leans up to gently touch my cheek, " How do you feel now? Any headaches? Do you feel pain anywhere?", his gruff morning voice is laced with concern and I frown. I slap his hand away from my face and shoot him another glare."Aw, he cares about me now. Why the hell were you in bed with me?!""Ehm, there's nothing people do in bed overnight that we haven't done, Chiara ". His lips tilt up in a taunting smirk and my glare hardens. If I keep on glaring like this, I'll probably have permanent lines on my face, I should stop. But this man keeps making me glare."Do you remember falling down the stairs? You hit your head pretty hard."I paused, Yes I fell. My hand automatically moves to my head and I feel a bandage wrapped around it. Was my injury that bad? How am I still

CHIARA "How old are you?", Massimo's hand leaves my chin and gently tugs on my lower lip before he let's go "I'm 10... can you take me to my Papa and Mama please?"He ignores me and instead, his eyes look like he's in deep thought, " 10 years old...you are young but then my dear Chiara, Ti attenderò, tesoro mio, e quando sarai mia, ti prenderò tutta, anima e corpo, e ti farò mia, completemante e per sempre".I had not understood his words then, but now I do."I will wait for you, my treasure, and when you are mine, I will take you completely, body and soul, and make you mine, entirely and forever."Massimo's promise to me when I was 10...and I forgot it. Oh I did not. I was forced to lock up my memories in the deepest parts of my mind. Is that why Massimo was so evil to me? Of course. He waited for for me for years and I was out there living my life. I even got engaged! He must have been so hurt. Why did Papa do that? Was he really against his daughter and his friend's son being to

CHIARA I sat in stunned silence, trying to process the revelation. Massimo's words hung in the air like a challenge, daring me to confront the truth. I feel like I've been punched in the gut. My mind is reeling with questions and emotions. Why would my father do that? What memories were so bad he had to get them out of my head? I am guessing they are memories related to Massimo, but what really happened?My mind racing, I thought back to my childhood, trying to recall any memories of a psychologist or doctor. But my memories seemed hazy, unclear.Suddenly, a faint image flickered in my mind. A woman with kind eyes and a warm smile. I remembered sitting in her office, playing with toys while she talked to me in a soothing voice.But the memory was fragmented, incomplete. I couldn't grasp the details, no matter how hard I tried.Massimo's voice cut through my thoughts, bringing me back to the present. "You're getting close, Chiara," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But you'r

CHIARAI consider asking Irene about the camera's, but I doubt a psycho like Massimo would let anyone know about them, even if she does know about them, she has shown me that her loyalty stands with Massimo, I can't risk letting her in on whatever I plan on doing.I have my breakfast while listening to Irene chatter on about her parents, how their love is still solid and their favourite dishes. I gave subtle responses when needed while using my eyes to scan the room for angles where I saw the videos being displayed on the screen. One camera is definitely in the ceiling above the bed, there should be one in the bathroom and one should be across the bed to the left. I finish my breakfast and Irene packs up before taking her leave. As soon as Irene is gone, I get up and stand on the bed, stretching towards the ceiling, but my hands can't reach it and I groan in frustration. I guess I'll deal with the ceiling's camera later. I hop down from the bed and begin to systematically search the

CHIARAI wake up to the clattering of plates and I try to makes sense of why I'm hearing that in my captor's home. Did Massimo decide to serve me breakfast in bed? As if.I don't want to open my eyes. I'm in a blissful dream, a dream where I am home, watching my parents fawn over each other until I want to gouge out my eyes, a dream where I dress pretty and go to work, a dream where I'm designing and turning all my beautiful ideas into reality, a dream where I and Stefan are...I open my eyes in annoyance because the clattering of dishes kept getting on my nerves. I can't even lose myself into my subconscious.The maid is beside the bed and she is setting dishes on the bedside table. Why was she making so much noise then? And why am I not having breakfast with Massimo? Oh, I probably slept all through the morning.I watch the maid from the corner of my eyes. She is young, probably in her late teens, maybe 19? Her hair is short, in a pixie cut that frames her face and highlights her de