MasukBiancaHis expression contorts; he looks at me without understanding anything, and I just want the earth to open up and swallow me whole right this fucking second. Because I can feel their hands on my body again, their mouths on my skin, their sickening breaths, their filthy members rubbing against me, defiling my mouth, and once again that damned smell of bleach over my body, in my mouth, the viscosity sliding down my throat.All the disgusting sensations rush back. I can no longer resist, and I sprint toward the bathroom, where I empty the entire contents of my stomach.Fabrizio holds my hair back and strokes my back while I vomit. When there is nothing left to bring up, a glass of water is handed to me so I can rinse out my mouth, and then he pulls me against his chest to rest.We stay right there, collapsed on the cold bathroom floor, while I cry and he rocks me."Who, Bianca?" he asks after a few minutes, his voice sounding as broken as mine."All his men," I confess, defeated. "
BiancaI do not know how much time passes. It could be seconds, it could be minutes, it could be hours, it could be years; I honestly do not know. I only know that he is here, that he remains here, that he has not gone away, that he has not left me, that he is there for me. For the first time, I feel like I have someone entirely for myself.When the crying, the sobbing, and the trembling begin to subside, I venture out from the hollow of his neck, which has become my refuge, and with all the shame in the world, I dare to look at him, praying that I will still find the same adoration in his eyes. To my surprise, it is there—even stronger, I think, with even more intensity. But there is also something else: a darkness I did not know.He strokes my cheek with his knuckles and then wipes away my tears with his thumb. The warmth his skin transmits is healing."I am going to kill him, Bianca," he declares with startling coldness. "You need to know that I am going to kill him. But first, I n
BiancaI never thought silence could feel so unsettling, but it is; this silence that has settled between Fabrizio and me is killing me.We got back to his house after having dinner with Arianna and Enzo, and I don't understand why he insists on keeping me here when it's obvious he now despises me."I'll go get my things so you can take me to a hotel," I state, trying to head toward the bedroom, but he catches my arm to stop me."What are you talking about?" he asks, looking upset."I want you to take me to a hotel, Fabrizio.""I have no intention of taking you to a hotel," he replies flatly."Perfect, then tell one of your men to do it or call me a taxi; it's all the same.""You are not going anywhere, Bianca.""I want to leave!" I raise my voice, beginning to lose my composure."Why?!""Because I can't stand being here with you like this anymore!""Like what?!""Despising me!" I completely lose my sanity, and he looks at me in surprise."What the hell are you talking about? I could
Bianca"I won't survive that, Arianna. If I can't even survive him now, imagine dozens of different men every night. I can't, Ari, I can't." I grow frantic just imagining it; the nightmares return and intensify, and I break down in tears, unable to contain it for even a second longer. "Nor can I give him a child. I cannot bring a child into this world to suffer under the yoke of that monster. I would rather die."I am increasingly convinced that is the only solution. My back is against the wall, and besides, I no longer want to live like this. I have endured too much already."Don't say that, B; we're going to do something, we're going to help you. Just hold on a little longer.""I don't know if I can; I'm in a dead end.""We'll find a way out, you'll see."I know she's only trying to help, but I also know neither of us can do anything. My life was sentenced the moment I was born, and every man who has defiled me has made sure I know it.For a long time I clung to hope; for a long tim
BiancaMy head feels like it is about to explode; I practically could not get any sleep—not because of the bed, which is very comfortable, but because the ghosts of the past would not leave me in peace.Fabrizio had the good sense not to insist, to leave me alone and not pressure me; or perhaps it is simply that he no longer cares. I cannot blame him, my life is far too complicated; I suppose he thought better of it and preferred not to take the risk.Today he is supposed to take me to Arianna's house to spend the day with her. I would like to stay in bed and cry and do nothing at all, but I am supposed to be here for her, and I do need her company, even if I cannot tell her everything that torments me.I leave the room to look for Fabrizio, even though I would rather not, and I freeze the moment I open the door. I do not need to look very far for him because he is also stepping out of his bedroom, but what leaves me completely paralyzed is his appearance: he is practically naked.His
Bianca Bianca"Well, speaking of my little earthquakes, I think our break as parents is over, Don Lucchese," Ilaria says to her husband."You're right. Graziella must be restless without you and Luciano won't sleep until we get there," he replies."Yes, plus my breasts are aching," she declares shamelessly, patting the fabric of her blouse. "I need to pump a little milk.""I can help you with that," her husband suggests in a lustful tone."Don't be vulgar!" Enzo complains.I look at Ari, completely in shock at the conversation I just overheard, because in a thousand reincarnations I would never have imagined our boss acting like that. But she just laughs; I suppose she's already used to these dynamics that seem so foreign to me."Once you try it, you'll agree with me," the Don retorts to Enzo.Enzo tenses and, for a fleeting second, the atmosphere becomes a bit awkward. I know from my cousin that this is a delicate topic here; Enzo doesn't want children and has been very firm about i
EnzoMy hands are sweaty as I wait, which feels ridiculous considering I’m married to that woman—but this time things are different. In this story, we’ve definitely done everything backwards.“Where are you planning to take her?” Antonio asks in that ridiculous, over-the-top concerned tone he only
Enzo's Pov I leave the house with a weight pressing on my chest. I told myself this marriage would be simple—a contract, a façade—but Arianna’s face when she saw Sasha’s photograph won’t leave my mind. I’d expected annoyance, maybe even resentment. That I could live with. But sadness? Real sadness
AriannaThe lobby was buzzing when Enzo and I stepped out of the elevator. Not with the usual background noise of a hotel, but with something heavier—guards at every corner, eyes scanning every movement. The kind of atmosphere that made even the air feel like it had to ask permission to move.My ey
AriannaI could tell from the way his eyes narrowed that he didn’t believe me for a second. His gaze lingered, slow and assessing, like he was trying to peel the truth off my face.A prickle of defensiveness ran down my spine, and I lifted my chin, but deep down, I knew I probably looked like hell.







