Isabella followed her mother out of the room. "This is Alex's floor," her mother said as they went out of the room, before adding, "No one is allowed on this floor, except Alex himself."
"If no one is allowed on this floor, why am I living there? And why are you allowed to be on it?" Isabella inquired as she peered down the hall."To give you a tour of it, and you are living there because you are his sister. Plus, this is merely a three-story house; where else would you live? Maria inquired, and Isabella narrowed her eyes at her mother's receding figure. "I don't know, maybe on one of the two other floors." She mumbled rudely and discreetly. Her mother smiled and kept walking without hearing anything."This is Alex's room." Never go inside; it's one of his major pet peeves. Her mother pointed to the door just beside Isabella's. She fought the impulse to roll her eyes at this reality. They continued walking, and her mother showed her the kitchen, lounge area, hot tub, and balcony on the same floor."This place is cool," Isabella commented as she gazed about. Her gaze fell on her mother's enormous smile as she bowed her head. Memories of days when she'd smile while perspiration trickled down her skin and her hair was unruly flashed in her mind. Isabella hastily glanced aside."I understand. I have to leave now, but if you ever need me, just call out my name and I will be there." Maria informed her before walking down the steps. Valerio, the same guy, stepped upstairs right as her mother descended. "Hey, I'm sorry for abandoning you like I did earlier. I did not want to scare you. He sent her one of his stunning smiles. She bit her bottom lip as she gave him a phony one and placed her hand on the doorknob of her bedroom, preparing to depart."Isabella, isn't it?"She began chewing on her lip. "Yeah.""That is a lovely name. I will see you around, and I just wanted to apologize. It might feel tight around here, but things will improve." He informed. "Thanks." She flashed him a genuine grin this time. His youthful grin looked gorgeous on him, and it complemented his golden hair and sparkling eyes. "Not a problem. I best go before the boss finds me up here." He chuckled before turning around. He approached the staircase and gave a tiny wave as he proceeded down it. When she entered her room, her gaze instantly went to her phone, which had no service. She needed to call her boyfriend so he wasn't concerned, even though he should be. Following her father's death, she made it her purpose to complete her education and become all her father desired, making him proud.Andre, her boyfriend, was present during it all. He made sure she was okay, and he even canceled his plans to attend college early to be there for her. She missed his warmth and caring. She wasn't sure when she'd see him again, or whether her stepfather or stepbrother would let her. Her mother spoke as if her stepbrother was in charge. Isabella returned to her closet out of curiosity. She looked over all of the outfits and noted that they were all pretty exposing. Most shirts featured lengthy V-necks, most bottoms would do nothing to hide her butt cheeks, and the dresses seemed to be quite tight and showed off a lot of legs.She let out a grunt as she proceeded to browse through the closet. Her undergarments were entirely of lace and push-up bras. Isabella walked away irritated. Her legs led her over to the window, where she gazed out at the forest, the dark trees emitting a peaceful atmosphere. Her gaze shifted to a man crouching behind one of the trees. He was covered in blood and appeared to have been battered. He had brown hair that was progressively becoming scarlet due to the amount of blood on it. His body was covered with bruises and gashes, and his face looked like black eyes with excruciating scratches.When his eyes met hers, she crouched down as horror gripped her bones. A loud gunshot could be heard, which piqued her interest. She slowly peeked out the window again, only to see blood around the man, who appeared motionless and drained. Her heart stopped pounding for a second, and all she could hear was the thumping in her chest. The only thing keeping her alive was her gradual fainting, which was maintained constant by terror.Those same tormented blue eyes flared within hers, as a sneer spread over his face. He held a revolver in his palm and flicked his tongue across his mouth almost in slow motion.She instantly glanced aside, breaking out of the hypnosis he had put her in. Her hand rose to her chest as she took in large amounts of breath. She just realized he shot that poor battered guy, and she witnessed it. She quickly grabbed her phone and dashed to unlock the door. She dashed down the steps, and just as she was about to reach the front door, she was seized by her slim waist. A warm breath could be felt at the back of her neck, and the sensation of a rifle being put on her side was noticeable. "And where do you think you are going, neonata?"- ❧ -"It's really none of your business," she muttered not even caring if he could hear her or not. Immediately, she tore herself from his hold. Turning around, and advancing towards the door, her movements came to a halt when his hand wrapped around her wrist. He was pulling her in closer to his rock-hard body."I'm going to ask you again," she could feel his lips lightly brush her ear as he spoke. "Where the hell do you think you are going?" He asked lowly and deep as if it were a growl.She couldn't hide the fact that she shivered. Her entire body just quivered at the close proximity and the slight scent of mint on his breath. "Home.""Home? You are home," he muttered. The tingles that shot through her body were evident as he pushed her hair behind her ear."I mean my r-real home," she stuttered out nervously. She wanted to kick herself for being so nervous. He was just her stepbrother, and he shouldn't be making her feel so awkward. Thanks to the amount of awkwardness she had already b
When she saw him walking towards the vehicle; she followed him. He opened the door for her before walking around the front of the car and then getting into the driver's side. She sat back in the cool leather seats before sliding on her seatbelt. He seemed like he was actually being kind. Seconds later, he drove off down the road.Out of the corner of her eye, she allowed herself to gaze upon his features. He looked like the type of guy to get whatever he wanted. If there was an unattainable female due to the amount of attractiveness that radiated off of her, he'd end up with her. A Greek god would be an understatement to the way he looked.She wondered who his mother was. Obviously, the looks of his father were clear, but there was something about his face that looked very different from his dad. She couldn't pinpoint exactly what, but maybe it was the slight amount of freckles that littered his skin. Maybe it was coldness in his eyes that his father seemed to hide. It was something.
The minute he pulled into the mansion's driveway, he put the car into park. I noticed how he didn't turn off the ignition, he just sat there. A tear had made its way down my cheek before I harshly wiped it away and looked at him."You were right, okay? I don't have anybody. I don't have a home. I don't have a family. I don't have a love or a want. No one wants me! Okay? You were right!" I shouted as tears began to pour down my cheeks. All the emotions that I've had pent up since the funeral began to come out of me."No one wants me," I sobbed out before continuing, "And I'm so damn used to it!"I looked over at him, but I couldn't make out much due to the tears that were blurring my vision. "I'm used to people not wanting me. Sometimes when I look in the mirror don't even want myself," I muttered as another sob climbed out of my throat.Not realizing that I was having a complete mental breakdown in front of a psychotic stranger, I looked away and out of the window. "What would you ca
Isabella POVIt didn't take a genius to know who he was, but I just that 'his present' was not a reference to me. Biting my lip, I passed by Angelo's office and the first thing I wanted was to enter it. Backing myself up, there was a slight crack allowing me to gaze inside of it. Luckily for me, Angelo was nowhere to be seen. I placed my hand on the doorknob and slowly pushed it open. I gazed down the hallway before hurriedly entering the office and closing the door behind me.Automatically, I went over to his desk and the first thing that caught my attention was a black folder. On the folder were the words, 'for him'. Opening it up, were photographs of girls. They were smiling and showing off their happiness behind it. Flipping past multiple photos, my eyes caught a photograph of one of the girls with blood pooling all around her.Just as I was about to look at more, the doorknob began to twist. At inhuman speed, I rushed out over to the front of the desk and sat down in one of the
I would use the same five words to describe myself as I would describe someone who has little to no hope. It is not how I want to see myself, but it is what evidence can show. As my eyes passed over the photo of myself, I could feel hope leave my body.It was my senior photo. I'm not sure how he obtained it because his father died before he had an opportunity to buy them. My brows furrowed in perplexity as I looked down at myself."What did he do to those girls?" I inquired. My eyes wouldn't let me glance up. They stayed fixated on a smiling photograph of me. A photograph in which the notion of my mother did not exist, and none of this had become a reality."Well, let's just say Alex doesn't exactly show affection to women," Angelo said. I wanted to smack him in the face because he made this look like a joke. Instead, I sought to figure together what this all meant."He slaughtered these ladies. Why?" I asked."Okay, now. No one suggested he killed them; he just didn't choose them," h
In all honesty, if I had made this trip by myself, I would have gotten lost. After a time, we reached a door. Valerio nodded to the guards who waited outside, and they looked at me before opening the door.I let out a gasp as I took in the image in front of me. Before I could flee, I was gently pulled into the room and the door shut behind me. Andre was bound to a chair, blood streaming from his brow. When his eyes met mine, they enlarged and he started screaming. I glanced about for Alex, but he was nowhere to be seen. As I struggled to decide what to do, my hand rose to cover my lips.I quickly approached him and unfastened the towel from around his lips. He started coughing hysterically. "W-What is going on? Where am I now? Isabella, what the fuck is this?!" He yelled at me.I took a little backward step, flinching at his tone of voice. I am still trying to figure out the answers to all of those questions myself. I should have known Alex was going to be cruel like this. "What hap
What is wrong with me? The minute I stepped a foot away from that room I began to almost pull my hair out in frustration. The darkness of the sky, the room, and the people in this house are just overwhelming me. It's too much.The fact that I could say such things-do such things. This isn't like me at all. Maybe I was acting out in anger because deep down I knew I wouldn't do something like that. Something so evil. Andre was a cruel person, but my father has always taught me to never stoop down to someone's level. If you're above them, it wouldn't make sense to crouch down and make myself their step stool.Alex was walking me to my room. I had literally no sense of direction in this stupid house. What sucked is always making sure I was either walking behind him or beside him due to his eyes that would always find their way glued to my butt.After we were directly in front of the door, I quickly rushed to open it, but his hand caught onto my wrist. "I feel like this is the part where y
I gasped as his lips fastened around my clit; he was a man who got right to the point. The surprise of his sudden focus and hard sucking brought me quickly to orgasm, and I let out a long moan, thrusting my hips into him and feeling wet pour out of me. His tongue extended and flattened against the opening of my vagina, tasting my cum and darting inside of me in search of more of that taste. Lifting his head, he slipped two fingers inside of me, stretching me just enough to make me moan. His other hand covered my clit, rubbing it gently, lubricating it with his spit and my cum. He began moving his fingers inside of me as I moved my hips in encouragement, taking him deeper inside. I lifted my eyes, meeting his as I propped myself on my elbows."Oh, my god," I moaned out at his expert hands. My clit was extra sensitive due to the very quick orgasm I just had. It caused the stimulation to be even more dramatic."Sembri così bella," he muttered in Italian. It made everything all the more h