LOGINBianca"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
BiancaI walk through the estate's garden, enjoying the five minutes I'm allowed out to catch some sun. Edoardo has followed through on his word to the letter: I am a prisoner in this house. If my outings were restricted before, now they are strictly forbidden. I have guards watching me twenty-four hours a day. But the worst part of all isn't even that—the worst part is knowing nothing about Fabrizio.Three weeks. Three weeks without a word from him, and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I don't know how I'm going to survive a whole lifetime like this, but I have to. For his own good, I have to.Maybe he's already forgotten about me. Maybe it was just a fling. Sometimes I want to believe that; sometimes I think it would be better that way. Even though it hurts, it's better for him. It kills me to think he might be suffering even a fraction of what I'm suffering. I don't want that for him. I don't want him to suffer; I just want him to be happy, to find a real love—a pure, clean, and abo
BiancaTranslate this to SpanishThe steam from the shower envelops me in a cloud that, for a split second, transports me to another bathroom, but above all, to other arms. I wash my body while remembering every kiss, every caress, every shared breath, and every whisper in my ear.I don't regret it. Even if Edoardo kills me, I don't regret a single thing we did, because the happiness I felt with him will stay with me for the rest of my days, whether they are many or few.I turn off the shower, but before I can even step out to grab a towel, the glass door is yanked open violently, and Edoardo’s furious face startles me. I step back and huddle in a corner, my back pressed flat against the tiles, as if that foolish action could protect me from whatever he's about to do."Is this the handiwork of the motherfucker you fucked?" he asks with utter contempt."I don't know what you're talking about, Edoardo."He reaches out, grabbing a handful of my hair to jerk me toward him."You keep treat
Bianca"Damn you, bitch!" he bellows, blind with fury, and lunges on top of me. His weight crushes me, and everything worsens when he straddles my waist and grabs my chest violently. "Look at these marks like a tramp!" he snarls, squeezing hard enough to draw tears of pain."It's nothing," I gasp, "I swear it's nothing."My skin is slightly reddened, but I can still pass it off as something else. I can still maintain the lie."And you still have the nerve to lie to my face." He presses the barrel of the gun against my lips, forcing me open so he can push it inside. My entire being freezes in absolute terror as the cold metal touches my teeth. "What did he do?" he asks with a deranged expression I've never seen on him before. "Did he touch you?" He laughs like the absolute psychopath he is. "Of course he did, nobody could resist you." He pinches my skin hard enough to make me cry out.My screams are muffled by the gun in my mouth, and he laughs louder at my suffering."Did he leave a m
BiancaStepping off the jet is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do because it means giving him up, giving up the only drop of happiness I’ve ever known in my life; but I keep telling myself it’s for his safety and the safety of everyone he loves.Seeing Edoardo after everything I experienced with Fabrizio is an even greater torture. If he already repulsed me before, now I have no idea how I’m ever going to be near him again without feeling sick. The moment he gets within reach, he jerks my arm roughly to kiss me.His foul breath and disgusting mouth make my stomach churn, but the worst part of all is knowing Fabrizio had to witness this. It’s deeply humiliating."Thanks for bringing back my little woman, Ferretti," he says when the kiss ends, "I was already missing having her back." He squeezes my buttocks, and I summon every ounce of willpower I possess not to burst into tears. "Pardon my poor hosting, but I'm desperate to get home."His words are a clear threat against me,
FabrizioTwo hours later, we are at the airport, seconds away from boarding the flight that will condemn us both to a life of misery.We're about to step up, but my feet refuse to obey, planted firmly on the ground. She stops two steps up and looks back at me."Are you sure about this?" I ask one last time, hoping against hope to make her change her mind.She steps back down and wraps her arms around my neck to kiss me."I'm sure," she sobs, "even though I'm dying inside.""Then don't do it. You don't have to sacrifice yourself like this, Bianca. Have you thought about what he's going to do to you when you get back?"Her body shudders, laying her terror bare for me to see."I haven't stopped thinking about it for a single second. But I was sacrificed a long time ago for entirely selfish reasons, Fabrizio. Sacrificing myself now for someone I love... that's a blessing.""We don't deserve you, Bianca. This world doesn't deserve you. It doesn't deserve the purity of your heart."She smil
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
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
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
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







