My heart was hammering in my chest, but I managed to keep a stone-cold expression on my face. Sean was looking at me, waiting for a peep of some reaction. I knew that I had to play my cards out correctly if I wanted to make it out alive."What crap? If there's any crap going on here it's you. What is this place? Is there where you've been half of my life?" I asked, turning the tables. For a second, guilt flashed in his eyes before he took a step towards me. "There's a lot more to the story, baby girl," he told me. This confused me to settle at my bones as I raised a brow suspiciously. "Before I explain anything to you, I need you to tell me the truth about those Italians. I've heard that you were in an intimate relationship with the Don. I'm not a fool, Isabella, and I raised you to be a lot better than a liar," he stated angrily, turning the tables once more. My brain was spinning, trying to find ways to get out of this one."What else was I supposed to do, Daddy? They were all thr
The ultimatum was to either become his wife or become one of his brother's girls. I could spend my life having sex for money. There was nothing else I could do. So, I agreed and I allowed him to use me. Like I said before, there was nothing else I could do," I said, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear before letting out a sniffle. He pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around me in an embrace before kissing the top of my head. It felt different than the hugs from before. They say that the truth will set us free, but I've never felt more trapped. "You can stay here. I'll have Anton take you to your room," he said before snapping his fingers. Thing one entered the living room right on cue. He looked a lot stiffer than the guards at home. I watched as he stood in front of me at a distance with his eyes straight in front of him.I got up from my seat, picking up the pharmacy bag in the process. Taking the box of tampons out, I handed the bag to my father. He looked at the bag
It was thing one as he gripped my neck, squeezing the life out of me. I began to claw at his hand as he held me against my father's door. My pulse was slowing down as oxygen began to become difficult to suck into my lungs."Adrian, Otstan' ot moyey docheri, seychas zhe!" My father shouted just as he dropped his grip around my neck. My body fell to the ground with a thud. Thing one turned away from me to look at my father who had been coming towards us. Anger was clear on his expression to the point that I knew I was in deep trouble [ get the f*ck off my daughter now ]"I caught her coming out of your office,” Adrian stated, turning stone-cold once again. He was looking straight out in front of him as my father finally walked up to the both of us. I had decided to dramatize not being able to breathe as I held onto my neck and really 'focused' on getting air to my lungs.I could feel my father's eyes burning holes into me right before he turned to look at Adrian. "Ty dolzhen byl priyti
"You're the reason I live and breathe every single day," he told me. A smile made its way onto my face as I nodded my head. I believe what made this semi-easy was the fact that he wanted to believe me. When you want something, it's almost as if your mentality tries its best to shape it no matter the strays."I've missed you so much," I lied. Lying was becoming a much easier thing to do. I guess that is what happens when you live your life surrounded by nothing but lies. "Let's get you back to your room," he stated."Where's mom?" I asked him. His eyebrows came together in confusion as if he had no clue why I would ask about her."Last time I checked, she was with the Italians," he said. I noticed how he didn't look away like he normally did when he was preparing to tell a lie. He was telling the truth. If my mother wasn't with the Russians like Alex had said she would be, where was she?"If that were true, why didn't she ever help me?" I asked, playing along with my story. He shrugge
My eyes were on my father's face. The worst part was that I could still see the love behind his eyes. It was almost as if he didn't want to believe that I had betrayed him.He took a step closer to me, but on instinct, I raised the gun in my hand towards him. My eyes were blurred with tears as I looked at my father-the only man who was ever truly there for me as a kid. My mind was racing with my heart, both of them trying to figure out who deserved first place."Isabella, I meant every word that I said. I love you, and you're the only person in my life that I've ever loved," he told me, a tear falling from his eye as he held up his hands.Shaking my head, my tears began to fall as I looked at him. "Why do you keep lying to me? Why does everyone just keep lying after lying? I don't even know what to believe anymore," I cried out.My emotions were everywhere as I looked at him. The fact that I was so angry at myself added to the anger that I felt for Valentino. I was sad because there w
He laughed. The sound was so menacing as he looked at me. His eyes shined in disbelief as he looked at me, his only blood left in the world. "That I love you? No. I never lied about the love that I have for you. You are my only family, Isabella! I raised you. I was the one who watched you take your first steps, that held you when you had bad dreams, I was the one who told you to always chase your dreams and stand up for what you believe is right!""No, you didn't watch me take my first steps because my nanny did while you were busy running this double life. Yeah, you held me when I had bad dreams, but little did I know that the monster was you! And do you know what I believe? I believe that you're a terrible person and you're a liar! You told me that you were blurred out, that doesn't sound blurred out to me, Dad!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face."I've only ever lied to protect you. I don't want you to be like me. Please don't fire that gun because, baby girl, your life is go
- A l e x -[ half an hour ago ]Something felt off. As my arms tightened around a pillow rather than the actual body of the woman I loved, I knew I wasn't going crazy. I threw the pillow off the bed before putting on a pair of sweatpants. The time read that it was way past midnight, and it caused puzzlement to settle in my mind at where Bella could be.When I walked down the stairs, the first thing I saw was the cook and that Barbie girl in the kitchen. There was no sight of Bella. As I walked right by them, their talking seemed to have been muted. This caused me to stop dead in my tracks.As I recalled previous events from earlier today, Bella had walked out of Valentino's office. She looked nervous and guilty every time she looked at me after that point. Deep down, I knew that there had to have been something she was hiding. A huge part of me had hoped she would just listen. Then again, she's Bella, and Bella never listens."You," I spoke, pointing towards the blonde who looked fr
It took thirty minutes before I got to the Russian mansion. As soon as I made it, I could hear the yelling of Bella as she screamed about no longer caring if she was good enough. My eyes roamed her body to make sure she was okay only to notice a gun in her hand. As my eyes trailed up, I could see a man on the roof with his gun aimed right at her who was too distracted yelling at my brother.Finally, she turned towards me. "Bella!" I shouted trying to get her to run or move. I was sprinting as fast as I could toward her, but it was no match for the bullet. Her entire being froze as the man shot her. My feet continued to race towards her as Valentino shot the man who had shot her.Her body fell over just as I got to my Bella. My beautiful, sweet Bella."No, no, apri gli occhi! F*ck! Open your eyes. That's right, baby, keep them open," I stated, peeling back her eyes to make sure that they didn't close. She couldn't die on me, she just can't."Get the doctor to come now!" I heard Valenti