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Auteur: Abba_Rekpene
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-07 03:12:16

~CAKE~

My opponent was already in the ring by the time I got there.

He was tall, a few inches bigger than me, and heavier too, but he didn’t look slow. His shoulders were tight, not relaxed, like he was either nervous or trying too hard to look tough. His weight sat mostly on his front leg. That was a mistake if he kept it there.

I bounced lightly on my feet, testing my balance and adjusting my gloves. My body felt ready, like it already knew what was coming. Good. I needed that tonight.

I need
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    ~CAKE~They’re laughing.It’s loud. I can’t see clearly at first, just shapes moving, shadows circling, but I can hear them.Laughing.Booing.“Get up!”“Is that all you’ve got?”The voices overlap, and I try to move, but nothing happens. My body feels heavy, like it’s been pinned to the ground, like something is holding me down.I blink hard, trying to clear my vision.The lights above me are too bright. They burn into my eyes, making everything else blur around the edges. I can feel the canvas beneath me, but I can’t feel my arms properly.Why can’t I move?I try again, forcing my body to respond, telling my hand to lift, my leg to shift, anything.Nothing.The laughter gets louder.Someone throws something. It lands near my head with a dull thud. I don’t know what it is. I don’t want to know.“Pathetic.”The word cuts through everything else.No.I try to push myself up again, harder this time, but my muscles don’t listen. It’s like I’m stuck inside my own body, watching it fail me

  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   90.

    ~CAKE~The first thing I notice is how heavy my body feels.It takes a second for it to register properly, like my mind is waking up slower than it should. I try to move my hand, just to test it, and nothing happens.I frown, or at least I think I do.Again, I try. This time I focus harder, telling my fingers to move, to twitch, to do something.Nothing.Okay… that’s new.My chest rises slowly, and that’s when I feel something in my mouth. Something uncomfortable, forced down my throat, making every breath feel controlled instead of natural.What the hell is that?Panic flickers, small but sharp, and I try to move again, this time with more urgency. My arm, my leg, anything.Nothing.Am I… paralyzed?The thought comes too quickly, too clearly, and it sits there, heavy and wrong. I stare up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it, trying to remember what happened, but my head feels thick, like my thoughts are moving through mud.Why do I feel like a vegetable?The question pops up o

  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   89.

    ~NICO~By the time I took my seat at the head of the table, everyone was already there.I noticed it immediately. Not just who was present, but how they sat, what they wore, who looked at whom. It was a habit I had never been able to shake. One that had kept me alive more times than I cared to count.Enzo lounged to my right, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, a glass of whiskey already in hand. He looked relaxed, almost careless, but I knew better. He was watching every movement in the room.Sienna sat beside Enzo, her posture ramrod straight, hands folded too neatly in her lap. She had chosen something softer tonight, a light dress that made her appear younger, almost fragile. But her eyes kept flicking toward me every few seconds. She was worried. She was trying, and failing, to hide it.Raffaele sat across from Enzo, calm as ever, his suit without a single crease. He looked more suited for a corporate boardroom than this kind of table, but that had always been his gift. He bl

  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   88.

    ~NICO~I should be at the hospital.That is the only place I am supposed to be right now, and I know it. I know it with a clarity that sits heavy in my chest, pressing against my ribs with every breath I take.Instead, I’m gripping the steering wheel harder than necessary, my jaw tight, my mind stuck somewhere I shouldn’t be.That room.Those walls.Those pictures.My hand tightens again, knuckles whitening as the image pushes forward whether I want it to or not. The angles. The dates. The time it must have taken. The patience.Most importantly, the audacity.I exhale sharply through my nose, my tongue pressing against the inside of my cheek as I try to force it down.It doesn’t work.It only gets worse.The thought that he didn’t just watch her, but studied her. Memorized her. Built something out of it like she was a project instead of a person.Instead of my wife.“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, my lips pressing into a thin line as I shake my head once, like that alone will get it

  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   87.

    ~NICO~I left Elianna at her place and waited just long enough to see the door close behind her before I drove off.There was no reason to linger. She was safe there, and right now my attention was somewhere else entirely.She had brought out Cake’s things shortly after. I took what I was given and headed back to the ring without a second thought.By the time I got there, the building was nearly empty.That worked for me.I went straight to her private locker room, and everything inside looked untouched. Her bag was still on the bench, one shoe on the floor, the other halfway inside it. Her towel hung loosely over the chair, and her water bottle was tipped over near the wall.It looked normal.Too normal for what had happened a few hours ago. I didn’t stand there long. I moved in and started packing.I picked up the shoe from the floor and dropped it into the bag, then the other one. Her wraps, a change of clothes, everything that belonged to her went into the gym bag without hesitati

  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   86.

    ~NICO~The wait stretches longer than it should.No one speaks. The hallway stays quiet except for the occasional footsteps of staff moving past, careful, controlled, like they already understand this is not a situation to mishandle. The doors she was taken through have not opened since, and my eyes keep returning to them without me thinking about it.Sienna is pacing a few steps away, her hands trembling even though she keeps trying to steady them. Elianna sits with her elbows on her knees, head lowered, fingers pressed against her mouth like she is holding something back. Enzo leans against the wall across from me, arms folded, watching everything without saying a word.When the doors finally open, all of us look up at once.Gustavo steps out, pulling his gloves off as he walks toward us. His expression is serious, but not panicked, and that is the first thing I register. If it was worse, I would see it on his face.Sienna is the first to move. “How is she?” she asks, her voice alre

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