BLADE
Chapter One
Emiliana's POV
At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.
What was wrong with him?
He ran his tattooed fingers through his light blue hair. I stared at his great physique from afar before he disappeared into the building.
I looked around just to see the bodyguards gazing intently at me. Like I had committed a crime. I shifted my gaze away and gripped my wedding gown firmly. I moved my feet in compliance. I suddenly became interested in the whole house as I enjoyed the amazing view of the circular waterfall with water pouring down from it.
Pulling my gown up further, I walked as fast as my leg could take me. I tripped on something and fell hard on the tiled floor.
Then I heard someone scoff. I raised my head to see Lorenzo folding his arms and leaning on the wall glaring hard at my clumsiness. I winced in pain. I tried to get up but then I realized I couldn't. My ankle hurts so much.
I was still sitting on the floor hoping that at least he could help me up to my feet but he didn't move an inch. Tears welled up in my eyes. The pain of me falling on the floor is nothing compared to the pain of seeing my husband doing nothing when he was supposed to be helping me up. I hope I haven't made the wrong decision of getting married to him.
I tried getting up again. This time I was able to stand on my feet. Suddenly, he started walking toward me and surprisingly he stretched out his palm for me to take. I wiped my tears away and was about to place my hand on his palm when he did the cruelest thing ever. He pushed me to the floor and stepped on my fingers. I groaned in pain.
Tears blurred my vision. He applied more pressure. I cried out in pain.
Why was he doing this? I felt like my fingers are almost falling off. I lifted my hips but he kicked me back down.
"Please..." I cried out.
"Please? oh please. You ruined my life the moment I married you. I shouldn't have married you. Papa made me do it." He said and bent to my level. He placed his hand on both sides of my cheek and held it tightly. Next, he gripped my neck and I choked on my saliva. I couldn't breathe properly.
"Lo...Lo...Enzo..."
"Look at me." He demanded. I did as he said. I looked into his deep, blue hair. There was no doubt he was handsome only if people knew the type of man he is in secret. What was I expecting? I got married to the most dangerous mafia in the world.
"I only did that wedding with you because I want to please my father. If you know what is good for your fucking life, know your fucking place and stay out of my goddamn business in this mansion." He grunted and released me. He finally walked in without looking back.
More tears flowed down my cheek. I sobbed quietly and struggled to get up on my feet. I stood up amidst the pain and I felt eyes looking at me. It was the guards. He embarrassed me in front of them and treated me like a fool.
My fingers ached so bad. I couldn't clench my fist. It stiffened.
I walked right in, into what looked like the foyer. It was empty. Just the furniture and a table. And on that table was a flower vase and fruits at the center of the classic, wooden table. I looked around and my eyes landed on a full, family picture hung on the wall. They all look pretty happy in the picture.
I moved closer to it and was about to touch the picture but I was distracted by a voice.
"Before you left that wretched villa of yours, weren't you taught any manners?"
I hurriedly wiped my stained cheeks and turned to the direction of where the voice was coming from. It was a lady dressed in a Qi Pao gown. The type of dress worn by those Chinese people. She had on wild makeup and her black hair was tied in a ponytail.
I ignored what she said and managed to form a smile.
"Hello, Gianna." I smiled at her.
Her face was marred with a frown. "It's Gia." She corrected. "No one calls me Gianna except my dad." She eyed me.
"Right," I replied.
"Right? How did you manage to charm my brother into marrying you?"
She smirked. "I...No. I did not..." I stuttered.
"Of course, yes. That was what you did. You forced him into marrying you. You forced him. You wretched, good for nothing Idiot." Gia snapped.
I flinched. "Gianna" A deep voice called. Gianna moved back immediately. We both turned. It was Sir Fabio, my-father in-law.
"You can't speak to her like that," Fabio said.
"But dad..." Fabio didn't allow her to finish talking. He cut her off.
"There is no but. You have to follow my rules if you want to continue living in this house. My mansion, my rules." He said.
Gianna frowned. "Fabio." Another voice called.
"You can't talk to her our daughter like that. You can't. Gia is our daughter." Viola yelled.
Viola is my mother-in-law. Fabio ignored her and faced me. "You can go to your room now. Your husband is waiting for you." He said, smiling at me. I nodded and stared at Gia for a while. I began to walk to god knows where. I don't know anywhere around this place. I was worried. What if I mistakenly entered someone else's room?
Then I started to hear voices in the foyer. I stopped on my track and waited to hear clearly.
"Gia is our daughter. You can't choose that stupid girl over her. You should be yelling at Emiliana and not Gianna." Viola said.
So they are both fighting because of me? Oh goodness! I never wanted this to happen. It was all Gianna's fault. She started it first. It was all her fault. I panicked.
"What did I tell you about minding your business?" It was him, Lorenzo. I turned around to see him in a different cloth. He was wearing sweatpants and a white shirt. I lowered my eyes, avoiding his glares. I shivered in fear.
"Answer me."He demanded.
"I..."
Why do I find myself always stuttering in front of him? Why? He is my husband. I shouldn't be scared of him. We have both equal rights. Equal rights to do whatever we want. I raised my head and stared into his eyes but I ended up looking away. I can't just look in his eyes. I just can't.
"You what? Come with me." He scowled at me and me and grabbed my wrist. I winced in pain. He opened a door and pushed me in. He entered and shut the door locked.
What was he going to do? Was he going to beat my ass out?. I shivered in fear.
Suddenly, he started unbuttoning his shirt. He removed it completely. His muscular chest and packs came into view. I gulped down and swallowed a lump of saliva. He looks sexy. I found myself staring at his chest and his lips.
"Stop checking me out." He raised his voice.
"What?" I blinked my lashes and bit my lower lips.
"Strip!" He commanded. What? No. No way. I won't allow him. He can't do what he is planning to do with me. No.
"What? No." I said holding my gown tightly. I won't allow him to have his way with me like this. He can't take my virginity away from me. I won't allow it.
"Are you saying no to me?"
"No," I repeated.
Before I know what was happening, he drew me closer and ripped the upper part of the wedding gown. It revealed my red lingerie. Next, he ripped the lower part to shreds. I struggled with him, for him to stop the assault. But he wouldn't just stop. He ripped everything into shreds, leaving me with the lingerie alone. I felt naked in front of him.
He pulled his lower lips in between his teeth and flicked his tongue around his upper lips.
"Sexy." He muttered and pressed my right breast. I quivered and moved away from his touch.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He blurted.
"Nothing. You can't do this to me." I told him.
"What are you saying? You are my wife and I have every right to do it. Now lay on that bed and let me pop that stupid cherry of yours." He said.
"No," I said and was about to walk away but I got dragged back and gripped my waist and he tossed me on the bed and climbed on top of me
.
He slammed his lips on mine and kissed me roughly.
