Violet Just like he promised, my old clothes vanished without a trace. In their place arrived an entire wardrobe of expensive dresses that scream of wealth, louder than my entire year’s salary ever could. Silks, chiffons, velvets , colors so rich they could melt into wine. Designs I used to only sketch or pin onto mannequins now they belonged to me. My clothes for the dinner were delivered to me by Nora, a rich emerald satin dress, the dress hugged me like it had been stitched for my very skin. The off shoulder neckline framed my collarbones with elegance, while delicate beading across the corset bodice caught the light in the room. It gripped me in perfectly, sculpting my waist before spilling into silky drapes that gather around my hips. And then, there was the high slit , bold,sliding up my leg daring anyone to look away. I glanced down at my heels, nude, barely delicate straps sandals. Simple but intentional. My makeup was minimal, I stood before the mirror and for a long mo
Violet Since I got back on my feet, I have barely touched a single thing in this house because I’m not allowed to. There’s a maid for every chore, my only responsibility, apparently, is to wake up, bathe, and wander around a house so large it feels like a labyrinth designed to swallow me whole. I’m still trying to map out the second floor, there is a third and a fourth. And a basement level that, from what I gather, is off limits to everyone but my husband as if it holds the secrets of his empire. Everything around me screams wealth, loud and cold wealth. The kitchen alone is as big as the entire flat I used to live in. Margaret, the housekeeper, keeps me updated like a loyal assistant, listing off household schedules like I’m some clueless heiress. When I am not bored to death, I bury myself in the in house cinema or float in the second floor pool. There are two pools in this mansion, Two!!. I don’t even want to think about the car collection parked below, each one shinier than th
StefanIt’s been three excruciating weeks since my wife was shot three weeks of silence, rage, and dead ends. No leads, no names, just shadows. Whoever sent those bastards to kill her vanished like smoke, and I’ve been breathing in nothing but fury ever since. The entire house walks on glass. One wrong word, one misplaced glance, and I pull the trigger without remorse. Even my grandmother, who once dared slap me as a boy, now treads lightly, my mother avoids me like i am a plague.They all keep their distance to survive.And me, I have been keeping my distance from my house for a different reason , from her.She’s healing now, strong enough to walk, to breathe without help, to glare at me like I am the enemy. But I haven’t stepped foot in that house since the night I cleaned her myself. That night, everything shifted, It’s supposed to be Nora’s duty to tend to her, wash her but I needed her to see that I am the one in control. Funny thing is now I’m the one running.Her body, her bod
Violet Just as the maid stepped out, he walk in. He didn’t glance my way, no words, no emotions. Just silent, calculated steps across the room , he move like a predator who owned every inch of the space around him. He disappeared into the bathroom, and the sound of running water soon filled the silence, he stayed there for what felt like forever. I tried to calm my thoughts, but how could I, knowing the man responsible for both my protection and pain was only a wall away?When he returned, a white towel hung low on his hips, water glistening on his sculpted chest and rolling down to disappear beneath the towel. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his lips jeez, his lips looked soft, pink, and cruel. Tattoos curled across his back like dark secrets, and one on his arm matches the ancient symbol framed above the bed a reminder of the bloodline I had been chained to.I didn’t mean to stare but I couldn’t look away either.I’ve seen beautiful men, but Stefan, Stefan wasn’t beautifu
VioletThe last thing I remembered was someone stepping between my husband and me, then a deafening shot. A pain like I had never known tore through my body, the vibrant purple of my dress darkened, soaked in blood. My blood and then, darkness.When I opened my eyes again, everything hurt. My vision was hazy, and the light above me felt too bright. A man in a white coat stood over me it took a moment to realize he was a doctor. My body screamed in pain, especially my abdomen. I looked down slowly and saw thick white bandages wrapped around my midsection.I had been shot, barely hours into this cursed marriage.All the promises my father made about Stefan Rossi keeping me safe are empty words. I was supposed to be protected, but now I was lying in a strange bed, bleeding and broken, So much for safety. Layla had warned me that I was walking into a den of wolves I just hadn’t realized the wolves bared their teeth this fast.The doctor’s voice dragged me from my thoughts.“Mrs. Rossi, ca
StefanPurple Or Violet. That’s the color of her eyes. It matched the dress she wore.When I agreed to this marriage, I told myself if she gave me a body to punish, maybe I could survive being tied down. I’ve been with countless women, names and faces I have lost count, her beauty is unexplainable. The moment I saw her, everything stopped.She was breathtaking.Her eyes weren’t just beautiful they held something deeper, Innocence, yes but also fire, rage and defiance. She had the kind of face that made you forget the world existed. Her nose, her lips, her long black Chestnut hair that brushed her waist, every inch of her looked like art.And that dress a deep purple, clinging to her body like it was made for her alone. She moved like a queen, every step calculated, graceful. No amount of plastic surgery could manufacture the beauty she naturally possess. Her poise, confidence and an unnerving calm.I knew she had been trained for a life like this, but nothing prepared me for her conf