The day i dreaded has come, and I was in a room filled with strangers seriously working on my hair and makeup. I had no idea who they were or where I was, but Lucas brought me here, and the others seemed to just make themselves available. Our supposed wedding was set to take place at a cathedral, a setting that struck me as odd given the questionable characters assembled to witness our union.
"Ma'am, do you like it?" one of them inquired as she turned my chair to face the mirror. A smile crept across my face when I saw the transformation – beautiful makeup that struck the right balance, and my long, smooth black hair expertly curled. It was a departure from my usual straight style, and I loved it. I nodded in approval. "Yes."
"Perfect! Let's get you in your dress now, okay?" she said, leading me to the dress. They swiftly laced it up and made the necessary adjustments. Despite it not being the dress i wanted, I had to admit I looked stunning.
"Why did he choose this dress?" I asked, hoping for an answer. The response was a shared exchange of glances. "We cannot answer your question, ma'am."
Undiscouraged, I asked about the bridesmaids, wondering if he had a surprise in store. "I am afraid you don't, ma'am," came the disappointing reply.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. One of them answered, and in walked my father and brother, Papa and Camillo.
“Mio Dio, sei Cosi Bella” papa said in Italy. Despite their tensed relationship, they embraced me warmly. "You look very beautiful. I wish your mother was here to see you," Papa said, injecting a somber note.
"Don't make me cry, Papa," I frowned, attempting to hold back my tears. Camillo lightened the mood, teasing, "Every bride cry at her wedding."
"Are you sure you still want to go through with this?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes. I nodded resolutely. "Yes, Camillo, I'm excited to get married. I'm ready to start a family with him!" A lie that i needed to maintain.
As I adorned the jewelry given by Mr. Firmino, a knock signaled that it was time to proceed. Papa and Camillo offered their hands, and we descended the stairs, reaching the closed doors of the cathedral.
Nervousness crept in – was this the right decision? Was it worth it? Camillo's beaming smile reminded me of the importance of the moment. The doors opened, "Dandelions by Ruth B" played, and we entered.
The sight inside the cathedral left me breathless – it was packed with unfamiliar faces, an intimidating crowd. Ivy's familiar face made me relax. We proceeded, and as my eyes met the groom, he stood handsomely, for the first time I saw him smile though it was a fake one but still, I preferred it.
"Wow, good score Cammy," Camillo whispered, his first encounter with the groom. As we reached the top, my father and brother delivered their parting words. "Take care of my sister," Camillo urged, and the groom nodded.
"Protect her," Papa added, giving him my hands.
"With my life," he responded, extending his hand toward me. I recalled him ignoring my outstretched hand before. Assessing him from head to toe, I chose to walk up beside him without taking his hand.
His irritation was intense; he clenched his fist and turned shortly to face the priest. The struggle to maintain my smile became pointless but I was satisfied seeing him embarrassed in front of everyone. He deserved a taste of his own medicine, and I wasn't sorry for administering it to him.
How could he treat me poorly and then expect royal treatment in return? He deserved this, and I wouldn't apologize for standing my ground.
"Let us begin," the priest began. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of Camilla Rocco and Lucas Firmino." The priest gave a marriage speech, leading us through the exchange of rings and vows.
Then, he turned to me. "Camilla Rocco, do you take Lucas Firmino to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The urge to say no was strong, to retreat to my content life in America. I should have spared myself from the awaiting torment and bondage. But against my will, I uttered, "I do."
The priest turned to Lucas. "Lucas Firmino, do you take Camilla Rocco to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Without hesitation, he replied, "I do."
"With that, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride."
My heart raced as Lucas looked down at me, moving closer. Due to my instincts, I closed my eyes out of fear as i feel his soft, warm lips on mine. He gave me a quick kiss with the crowd erupting in applause.
"Now you can brag about kissing an Italian man," he whispered in my ear, turning to acknowledge the cheering crowd.
"Let the celebration begin!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and laughter filled the air.
Seated at the dining table, I diligently worked on finishing the remaining food on my plate. Since we arrived, he has not said a single word to me. Not only did he not eat the meal with me, but he also distanced himself from me. Throughout the evening, he engaged himself in conversations with various people, i did not know if they were family or friends, I was not sure, as he had no intention to introduce me. While a few individuals identified themselves as associates of my father, there were no other introductions, leaving me wondering why. "May I have everyone's attention?" the MC announced, prompting us all to turn towards him. "A little birdy informed me that the bride is a dancer." Cheers erupted from the crowd. "Now, where is our groom? Our stomachs should be full by now, so let's have the bride and groom share their first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Firmino!" The crowd cheered, but he frowned, well that is the only expression you can see on his face. He was obviously displeased
"Follow your husband's request and head home," echoed Papa's words in my mind as I sat in the back seat of the sleek black Range Rover. Home? Husband? These terms were strange to me until recently. Yesterday, my home was my father's house, and I was happily single. Now, I found myself married with a new home and husband. As we stopped by a security booth, an armed man emerged, and Bram nodded at me. I was growing convinced that Bram might be mute. The man peered through the window at me, I furrowed my eyebrow in confusion. He withdrew his head, nodded at Bram, and we drove off. As we advanced through a passage, probably leading to Lucas's house, I glanced out of the windshield and beheld the magnificent mansion I had ever seen. My jaw dropped. Was this now my home? "This is ridiculous," I murmured to myself as Bram opened the car door for me. Before me stood a magnificent white and grey mansion, twice the size of Papa's estate and four times larger than our house back in Ameri
I was woken by a loud ringing sound. I looked over at his phone, I saw the caller ID displaying."Dorian." I looked at him, he was still fast asleep. I tapped him and quickly pretended to sleep as the ringing stopped.He groaned deeply, and I heard him answer, already annoyed. "What? WHY THE HELL WILL YOU DO THAT? Come back now!"I flinched at his tone which i knew he noticed because he got up. I opened my eyes, and he was texting on his phone with his back turned to me. My eyes widened at the sight; his back was covered in bruises and scars.That must have hurt so bad. He looked over his shoulder, and our eyes locked. Quickly, he picked up the shirt which was on the chair by the side of the room, and he pulled it over his head. Turning to face me, he said, "Let's make some rules, Camilla.""Cammy," I insisted.He raised an eyebrow. "What?" "You can call me Cammy.""Why the hell would I do that?" He asked and moved on before I could answer. "First rule, we will call each other by our
"Eat up," Ms. Dimitri said, standing there, watching me eat my breakfast. The weight of her gaze felt cruel."Is this really necessary?" I asked, trying to maintain a polite tone."You're now Mr. Firmino's wife, so you need to eat and stay healthy, always, just in case," she replied."What is your problem? What do you mean by what you just said" I spat back but i comported myself afterwards and I toyed with my food to distract myself. Fried eggs, turkey sausage, and bread were on the plate—decent, but my appetite was lost in this disturbing atmosphere."Just a few more bites, dear," she insisted, treating me like a child."You also look thin. You should gain some more weight. Don't just wait until you get pregnant. Lucas might not even want to get you pregnant in the first place.""Just shut up, I think you have better things to do than stay here vomiting trash from your silly mouth" I snapped, causing her to flinch at my outburst."I don't know who the hell you think I am, but I am n
Gasping for air, he finally released his grip on my throat to punch Dorian. Dorian skillfully dodged the blow and controlled him. "Lucas, you need to chill. Why not go work on the old engine outside?"Lucas, still boiling with anger, responded, "No, I'd rather end her here and now."He turned toward me, coming my way. Dorian stopped him again. "I found the documents in his car, and I'll take care of him alone. You shouldn't have two corpses in your office. Just go and play withthe engine."Dorian gradually released Lucas, who stormed out, his rage evident. "I'm sorry for what he did, did he hurt you?" he asked me, but I was in so much shock and pain that i couldn't respond. I justwanted to go back to my father's house and lay my head in his comforting arms with him stroking my hair."I did not want to harm you. I just wanted to test his patience," Dorian reassured me, and i questioned myself.Am i a toy to them?Is this guy serious right now?Shivering, I remained silent, i felt so
"Mama!" I cried, holding her hand tightly."I'm not going to make it, Camilla," she struggled to tell me. "But we can save the baby."I looked back at Papa pacing back and forth in distress. This only made me cry more. I was eight years old in this cold hospital room with my mom telling me she was going to die."Stop it, Rose!" Papa shouted at her. "Why are you telling the child such nonsense! If something was wrong, the doctors would say!""This is not my first pregnancy. I know when something is wrong!" she argued back to him.She grabbed her stomach in pain as she got another contraction. I quickly grabbed a towel and dabbed her face. She was drenched in her sweat because she was burning up."It's time," she told Papa. "Call the doctor!"She grabbed my hands tightly. "Camilla, you have to promise me that if anything happens, you will take care of your baby brother with your life."I shook my head. "No, no, no. I can't. You have to do it. You're just being dramatic right now because
CAMILLA’s POVIt was soon night time and neither Lucas or Dorian came back home, I patiently waited and listened for any of their footsteps or sound but I heard none.I tried opening the door for the first time since Dorian left after feeding me the avocado toast and to my greatest surprise the door was opened.“I can’t believe it. Dorian left the door opened and all this time It felt like I was in a prison.” I said to myself, I slowly opened the door, sticking my head out as I peep at both sides of the room to be sure no one was around and surprisingly the house was dead quiet.I smiled like a kid before stepping out, I might still clearly be inside the sitting room but it felt so much like I was out into the world, like I was free.I rushed straight for the kitchen and opened the door widely with a loud bang on to see Dorian having a glass of milk while standing front of the fridge, he slowly removed the glass from his mouth as he stared at me in confusion.“Why are you outside y
Camilla’s POVThe next morning I was woken up by the sound of plates clashing against each other, I tried to force the sleep back but it seemed I had lost it and needed to wake up anyways.I stood up from the bed and wasn’t a bit surprised not to see Lucas beside me, I took a hot bath and wore any of the dress from my closet before stepping out of the house and down the stairs leading to were the noise was coming only to come in contact with the new chef as she served Lucas his breakfast.She looked so seductive and even her boobs were almost about to fall out of her shirt and her skirt was very short and seductive showing off her legs.As I walked into the dining area, I couldn't help but notice the new chef serving Lucas his breakfast. She was dressed in a way that could only be described as seductive, with her low-cut top and short skirt. It made me feel uncomfortable and a pang of anger rose within me."You are awake," the chef said to me, a hint of arrogance in her voice.I force