Mag-log inBiancaI stare at Fabrizio, struggling to process his words.Arianna.Kidnapped?For a moment, I can’t even find my voice.“What?” I finally manage to ask.“She’s been kidnapped,” he repeats, his expression growing darker.My stomach drops.“How? Who took her?”“I don’t know yet. Antonio is trying to find out what happened.”Fabrizio runs a hand over his face, clearly struggling to keep his emotions under control.I look at him, then at the phone still pressed against his ear.A few minutes ago, we were making promises, talking about leaving everything behind and starting a new life together. I was finally allowing myself to believe that happiness was possible.And now this.“Is she okay?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.Fabrizio doesn’t answer immediately, and that silence frightens me more than anything.He turns away slightly, listening to Antonio.“When did this happen?” he asks, his tone suddenly firm. “Where was she? Who was with her?”I watch him anxiously, waiting for
BiancaHe guides me back toward the door, kissing me passionately and setting every dormant fiber of my body on fire.The rough wooden surface begins catching in my hair, but I don’t care. Not when it’s him.His hands travel down my sides before reaching my buttocks, pulling me even closer to his body. I feel his hardness against my stomach, and the rational part of my brain tells me I should stop him. That this isn’t the place, that it’s too risky.But the part of me that loves him madly wants nothing more than his hands, his kisses, his body.He grabs my thighs and lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.“Not a single second has gone by without me thinking about you, B. Not one moment when I haven’t longed for you. You’ve gotten under my skin, into my bones, into my blood. You’re everything to me, and don’t ask me to keep going without you because I can’t anymore.”Now I’m the one devouring him. I bite his lips, intertwine my tongue with his, and r
BiancaNight is beginning to fall, and the weather is cold, but I don’t want to go inside the house. Those four walls remind me of the prison my life has become.At least Edoardo hasn’t returned. From what I hear, he was furious because they wouldn’t let him come for Thanksgiving, as if he actually cared about that kind of celebration. He only wanted to come and torture me. Apparently, that’s the only thing that truly makes him happy.Fortunately, Remo didn’t insist on the ridiculous idea of having dinner together, as though we were actually a happy family. He hasn’t approached me since the last time, and I hope things stay that way.I hear a noise coming from the bushes, and my pulse quickens, but I keep staring in that direction without seeing anything.It must be an animal, I think.I turn around to leave, but I’ve barely taken a couple of steps when I feel someone grab my arm. My first instinct is to scream, but a hand covers my mouth just as my back collides with a chest as hard
FabrizioI remain silent. Tylor isn't exactly the right person to discuss this with, yet she seems to be the only one interested."It's complicated.""Fuck, Fabrizio. Don't tell me this one's married too?"I don't answer, and she bursts out laughing. I rest my head against the back of the sofa and slide down a little."No, seriously. You never learn.""This time is different," I argue, although without much conviction."Why?"Because she loves me too.That's what I want to say, but I don't. I've already said too much."Forget it. There's no point talking about it.""Then come over here, and we won't talk. Let me help you forget, even if it's just for a little while.""It's a tempting offer, but I can't, Tylor."She sighs in frustration. I turn towards the garden door when I hear it open. Antonio approaches, holding two glasses, one in each hand."I have to go.""Fabrizio, think about it. I'll be waiting.""Goodbye."I hang up before she can insist any further."Anything important?" A
FabrizioThe cigarette smoke warms my cold body. I exhale and lean back against the sofa, watching the wind gently sway the garden swing.It must be beautiful to have a family.The thought comes with a deep sense of regret because, with each passing day, that possibility seems further out of reach. Perhaps I wasn't born for it. Perhaps I wasn't meant to be a husband, much less a father. Maybe I was simply born to be alone, watching everyone else find happiness while I make my way home by myself.After what happened with Ilaria, I thought I was fine with that. I thought I'd made peace with my loneliness and had even begun to enjoy it. But then she came along, stirring up things I'd believed were dead and planting feelings I never expected to have again.What could she be doing right now?It's supposed to be a day of giving thanks, and it would be unfair of me to say I have nothing to be grateful for, especially after having her all to myself, even if it was only for one day. I just hop
Bianca"Fucking bitch!" Remo bellows with fury, stepping back while I finish emptying my stomach onto the floor."Remo!" Domenica screams, running toward us. "What is going on here?" She kneels down beside me to hold me up."Can't you see what this disgusting sow did?!"I lift my face to look at him through the blur of my tears. I want to scream at him, I want to defend myself, but the sobbing chokes me, and seeing his unzipped pants and thinking about what almost happened triggers a fresh wave of nausea, forcing me to vomit again."I'm out of here!" he yells, ripping off his shirt. Domenica notices his pants too, and she gasps when the reality of the situation hits her."What were you about to do, Remo?" she asks with a sob, and I can genuinely see the anguish in her eyes."And why the hell do you care? Since when do bosses explain themselves to the servants?" he spits with utter contempt, watching a few stray tears slip down her face. "And clean up this mess!"He flings his dirty sh
EnzoMy reddened eyes cannot turn away from the image on the phone—her unconscious body hanging from the hook as if she were an animal. Seeing her delicate, creamy skin bruised turns my stomach, and I have to contain the urge to vomit. I zoom in on the photo and slide my finger over her lips, feeli
Arianna"Ari, stop, and get out of that bed. Change your clothes; we're going to have dinner.""I don't want to have dinner." I turn around again to ignore him.He sighs, and I feel when he stands up."Arianna, I'm serious, change your clothes.""No, I told you!" I raise my voice and sit up. "You c
AriannaI wake up with a slight tingling on my neck and don't need to open my eyes to know who it is; his scent gives him away."I have to go," he whispers in my ear.I stretch and open my eyes to meet his. His hair is damp, which tells me he is freshly showered, and I regret not having joined him.
Enzo I turn to look at her and nearly stumble when I see her. She's wearing a black silk baby doll that could almost pass for a mini-dress if the fabric covering her breasts weren't delicate, transparent lace, showing off a part of those pretty nipples.She approaches, swaying her hips sensuously,







