LOGINLove. Love. Love. Love was the reason Cordella hated me, and the blame was pinned on her while the real culprit walked free. Love was the reason Sophia hid her true colors all the while plotting behind all our backs. It was the reason I lost my babies and Richard. The reason why Cordella and Sophia were now fighting to the death.Love was the problem why she wanted to kill me, and if Sophia won this fight, then she was going to succeed in doing that.And at the center of all this was Alexander and Leonardo. This whole drama was centered on them. They did nothing. They were partially innocent, but they were the cause of all this. Love. Love. Love.A feeling that should only be sweet and fill you with nothing but light had been turned into something so cruel. A weapon. Motive. Sophia screamed as she lunged at her with the knife, and Cordella dodged it easily. Cordella was talented when it came to things like this, but seeing the way Sophia held that knife, I know she was, too.“I sho
Cordella and I both watched, frozen as the doorknob twisted slowly. Whoever it was was being careful, thinking they might wake me. I wanted to scream for them to hurry up, to put an end to this quickly, but Cordella still kept her hand pressed to my mouth. But it didn't matter. Whoever it was will get in eventually, and Cordella will finally be caught. Finally. I couldn't wait for her to be punished. I would watch, and I would feel no guilt for enjoying watching her suffer.But then… it stopped. The doorknob no longer moved, and silence fell. My heart dropped to my stomach. Were they gone? Did they think coming in was going to bother me? Who was it? Alexander? Leonardo?I resumed my struggles, screaming again, hoping they could hear it even though it was muffled.Please. Someone. Help me. I kept fighting, kept trying to push her off me, but she didn't seem fazed by any of it. No, her eyes remained fixed on the door, her eyebrows furrowed. And then she stiffened, just as the doorkn
“For what?” I asked softly with my eyes closed, my forehead still on his, and he still held my hand. “What did you do?”“I just… I feel so useless. There’s nothing I can do about any of this, but I just can't stand by and watch you be in pain.”“Then you could hold me,” I whispered, opening my eyes slowly, and they landed on him. “You could kiss me, and make love to me, and tell me how everything’s going to be fine. You could be there for me when I need you. You could be everything but distance and so far away.”A sliver of tears lined his eyes, and he shut them, squeezing them tighter. When he opened them again, there were no tears, but his eyes were still glossy. He kissed my forehead gently, his lips pressed there for a moment before he moved to kiss my lips, but I turned my head away. “Don’t. You’ll catch my cold.”He held my jaw gently and turned my head back to him, whispering, “I don’t mind,” before he kissed me slowly, gently. He broke the kiss and cupped my face, caressing m
ISABELLAIt wasn't a dream. The day Richard was buried, it rained. I stood without an umbrella as I watched his body being lowered to the ground. The rain landed on my body like pins, pricking my skin, and it stung. I could feel the cold entering my bones, but I didn't move, didn't blink, didn't say a word as his mother sobbed as the grave was being covered. It was all real. The cold I could feel was a wake up call that screamed at my face that this was all real. It wasn't a nightmare where I would wake up from, and everything would be back to normal. No, this was my reality. My harsh, cruel, bitter reality. This was my life now. Black and white. After everything was done, I stood there with his family, watching and hearing them sob until my body was shaking from the cold, and I still didn't move. This was the punishment I deserved. This was the only way I could apologize, not like it mattered because their son, brother, and cousin was gone, and it was all my fault. Alexander and
TRIGGER WARNING: CHAPTER CONTAINS CONTENT THAT MAY BE UNPLEASANT TO SOME READERS; SUICIDE.VIEWER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.It was silent. Dead silent. No one moved, and it seemed everyone was holding their breath. Out of shock, Leonardo let go of her collar, and Natasha dropped to the ground, blood gushing out from her chest and mouth. Within seconds, she was dead. Seconds. The silence grew so thick that you could hear everyone’s heart racing. And then it was broken by a small, shaky voice, “I’m sorry.”As one, we all turned towards the voice which came from behind Natasha to see one of the househelps standing there with a clean knife pressed to her throat. She was sobbing so hard that snot was pouring out of her nose. She shook so hard that the knife cut her, a line of red staining it. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.“Hannah,” Leonardo said softly, taking a slow step towards her. “Put the knife down, Hannah.”Hannah… I knew her. She always helped Sophia when she was attending to me. S
ISABELLA I saw it the moment the light left his eyes, the moment he stopped fighting, and death took him from me.“No,” I whispered, my voice shaking. I shook him. Once. Twice. He didn't move. His hand remained limp on his side. “Richard, please, no.”I placed a finger under his nose, but I felt nothing. I leaned down and placed my ear on his chest, but I heard nothing. Not even the faintest beat. I checked his pulse, but felt nothing.“You can't leave like that,” I said, still shaking him. “You can’t! You said you loved me! You bastard, you said you loved me! So how can you leave like that? How can you be dead?”I kept shaking him as I sobbed, kept pleading, threatening, yelling at him to open his eyes, but… nothing happened. This was it? He was dead? An hour ago, he was standing behind me. He was okay, and now… now he was just… dead? No, I refuse to accept that. We needed to take him to the hospital.I looked up and saw everybody staring at me: Alexander, Leonardo, Sophia, the who
“You bitch!”Natasha. I should have known she wouldn't be far off. “Natasha, what the fuck?!” Richard yelled, rushing to cover me with his jacket. I held the jacket tight, staring at her while she glared at me with her chest heaving, tears in her eyes.“You’re a whore, you know that?” she snarled.
Cordella. Just her name gave me chills. I’ve noticed how she looks at me when I come across her. I didn't need anyone to spell it out that she doesn't like me. It was written all over her face, and she didn't even try to hide it. “Cordella,” I repeated as I sat at the edge of the bed, my hands fol
We kissed until my lungs burned, until I could feel my lips throbbing. Our lips remained glued even when I was gasping for breath and grabbing Leonardo’s hair hard, but still, I didn't want it to end, I didn't want Leonardo to pull away. But he did, eventually, cursing harshly, and I gasped for bre
My sisters were smart and observant. Just a slight shift in my expression and they would notice that something was amiss. So I had to keep it cool, be a blank slate, channel my inner Alexander.“For days now?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowed. “That’s strange. This has never happened before.”Joyce no







