“Who are you?” Amira murmured, her throat aching from the weight of her stress. “You again? Just why are you popping up all over the place? Why are you even in my room?" As Amira clenched the duvet in an effort to contain her scream, she asked. Her legs had been hurting for a while, and the pain in her eyes from crying made it worse. "Sorry, I did not mean to scare you. I'm Reagan.” With a cute smile on his face, the guard answered. Amira raised her brows at him, puzzled by his presence in her room so early in the morning. Was he observing her as she slept? Did he see her cry? "What brings you to my room? Your name is irrelevant to me." Amira rolled her eyes, wiping her tears underneath her eyes. With his jaw dropped, Reagan gazed at the stunning woman before him. He had encountered her on multiple occasions and was perplexed by how to respond to her without escalating the situation. "I am one of the workers. I’m here to keep an eye on you, just in case you think about m
Amira stood completely still where she was. She glanced over at Brenda, curious about what she had shared with him. According to Andrea's instructions, Brenda placed the tray on the bed. “I'll take my leave.” She made a respectful remark and then left, leaving both couples alone. In spite of Andrea's eyes being fixed on her, Amira steadfastly refused to move from her position, her gaze penetrating the food instead. She felt uneasy all of a sudden, and she was so angry that she could not understand why her rapist of a husband was in her room. “Get out.” Amira muttered silently, not taking her gaze away from the food. Her eyes were beginning to warm up as she prepared herself for the tears that were about to come, but she was determined to avoid giving Andrea the impression that she was weak. "No, love." Andrea responded, a smirk on his face. He was aware of her stubbornness, but he was eager to keep playing the game. "Is it illegal for you to leave me alone? What exactly do
“Did you just call my wife a whore?” That question echoed in their minds. Their expressions of shock and astonishment were so intense in response to that question. They had been continuously making fun of their master's wife. Amira suppressed her pride so Andrea would not notice it. She is careful not to give the impression that she was pleased by his appearance . “Can't you speak?” His eyebrows furrowed as he inquired. “She…I had no idea she was thought..” She stuttered a lot, and Amira noticed a different side of Andrea that sent chills down her spine. Was he really that cold when he got angry? Before long, Brenda and Kate walked in, looking pretty scared. It was unexpected to see Amira in the kitchen, which caught them off guard. "We apologize, boss, but we didn't.." Kate brought it up, but Andrea shot her a glare. “Take Amira to her room, right now!” he said, and out of fear, Brenda held a confused Amira there. Amira could not help but feel more curious about what h
Ever since Andrea found out about Amira's scar, he had been going to her room, fully aware of how he had hurt her. It was not surprising to see how she reacted; after all, he was not really the kind of guy who craved love. The kind of person who had placed a greater emphasis on being feared than on being loved was the kind of person he was. Her words to leave her room flooded his mind, and he was suddenly filled with a strange kind of anger. “Fetch Rico.” He told Kira while lounging on the couch in his room, looking as majestic as ever. “Yes boss, I was told to come.” She left after bowing and bringing Rico, who was wearing a worried expression. "I want you to call Noah to prepare my private jet after I get my car ready because I am going underground." “Alright boss.” Rico responded and found a way to slip out of the room. Andrea stood up, gazing out the window, his mind buzzing with thoughts. He had to go handle the defaulters who were trying to steal from him. The “und
“No what? I don't understand…” When Amira realized what he meant, her smile faded.Italy? Despite the fact that she had a desire to travel outside of the country, she had not been able to do so because she was married to a man who had taken her against her will.If she were to go there, it would be dangerous for her to escape because she did not know anyone and she had nowhere to go.“I…. can't. Do we have to travel anywhere? Can't we do it here?" Andrea remained silent as he continued to fix his gaze intently on hers. In light of the fact that he had already decided what he felt about her and that nothing could change his mind, he exited the room.With her head buried in her thoughts, Amira walked back and forth. She had to run, she had to get away. On the other hand, it was only a honeymoon, right? What would happen if he took her there and never brought her back? She would never be able to realize her dreams again.“Ouch!” She mumbled to herself, trying to figure out what to do n
Back in the steamy dark room, the sounds of a grown man wimping and punching could be heard. Andrea lit a cigarette and placed it in his mouth as he surveyed the dark room. As he walked through the dark room, the cries and whimpers became louder. "Boss." When one of his men noticed his sudden appearance, he ran up to him and bowed. Andrea rolled his eyes in annoyance and walked past him, indicating that he did not want to be bothered. "Take me to the bastard," he said, a frown on his face as his men led him into the room. There, the man's screams became more audible, to the point where one could feel his eardrums ripping. “Boss.” Rex mumbled as he walked away from a man tied to the ceiling. There was a burning flame underneath him, giving the impression that he was being burned or cooked alive. He was tied above the flame, but his body was not in it. Not at all. His cries and agonizing moans became more audible as tears and perspiration streamed down his face. “He didn’t wa
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"Come with me immediately," he said coldly, sending shivers down her spine. Despite her disbelief, she was forced to accompany him. She had to go with her, even though she was in disbelief. When they both reached outside, a limo was waiting for them, pulled up alongside the spacious entrance. "Get into the car and do not argue with me. I am not in the mood for it." Amira's jaw dropped, and the sight of Brenda caught her attention. She brought luggage, which was kept in the trunk of an SUV behind the limousine. Amira was angry and did not know what to say or do. Why was he forcing her to do things she had no desire to do? She had no choice but to surrender. She walked in, tears in her eyes, and sat in the chair opposite him. "Sit beside me," he ordered, and Amira, who was pretending to be a good girl, gave in. After setting everything, the car began to move, accompanied by soft music to complement its silence. It was already sunset when they arrived at the airport. The bodyg
Andrea slammed his phone against the wall, his body shaking with rage. The desire to take a gun and shoot anyone became overwhelming, as if Mr Bellini had awakened the monster within him. He had no idea what the scandal was that he was constantly threatened with, and the only way he could see society reacting was if he forced a young woman to marry him.Most of the time, he had the feeling that there were things hidden that he was unaware of. What was his family trying to hide? Why does his grandfather want to please him so much that he ignores the suggestion that Lily marry Diego instead?A lot of questions came to mind, but he knew that asking his grandfather would be a bad idea because he wouldn't get what he wanted.In his opinion, the agreement was made for more reasons than merely wanting to assist.He reached for his room phone, which he still questioned how it was still functional, and dialed the mansion's security unit."Rex, I really need you in my room right now." Then he d
"It's none of your business, grandfather; whatever reason I had was mine, and it has nothing to do with you." Andrea responded bitterly, staring at the man he once feared or revered, now filled with hatred."You told me to find a woman at first, or else you would give it to your other grandson, and now that Amira is my wife, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not leaving her?"Old Mr Martini twisted his lips in rage; he despised being talked back in this manner; he thought it was disrespectful, especially in front of Amira, who was staring at the two men in confusion."Mind the tone you use for me, young man; I am still your grandfather, and the names of the Martinis are still in my possession." He yelled half-heartedly, his eyes turning red in anger.Amira could smell the tension between them, and a part of her felt guilty because she blamed herself for their verbal exchanges.Andrea stood up and walked out of the dining hall, leaving both of them staring at the door in si
"Fuck this shit!" she said, half-yelling. She glared at him, her eyes red with anger, and if eyes could kill, she would have done it right away."I'm not just another market item. I am human, and I have a life. Consider your parents' efforts to provide you with a woman to marry. There are many more attractive and mature women out there who would line up just to have you."Her voice softened into whispers as fresh tears streamed down her rosy cheeks, her nose tip reddened, and she despised being so vulnerable in front of him."I'm only fucking 18. I'm just entering adulthood; I have dreams, and I want each of them to come true. The reason you'll never let me go is something you'll never stop telling me; all I need is answers.”"Your family, with the exception of your grandmother, doesn't want me, but I can't take it anymore. What else could I say to persuade you to simply get a divorce and marry another woman?"Andrea remained silent as he listened to everything she said, but unsurpris
With anxiety consuming her, Amira trailed behind Old Mr. Martini, wondering what he intended to discuss with her. As she observed his movements, she came to the conclusion that, despite his advanced age, he walked very quickly; this person had strong genes.Andrea walked silently behind her, even though he was on his way to his room, but a part of him wanted to hear what his grandfather had in store for her, what he wanted to tell her about, or if he was planning something else for her.After that, they went into another tastefully furnished relaxation area that had a vintage feel to it due to the scent of leather and wood. However, her nervousness is consuming her. Old Mr. Martini sat in his chair, staring at Amira, and then shifted his attention from hers to Andrea, who was standing at the door and glaring at him."This has nothing to do with your opinion, Andrea; I didn't call you." Old Mr Martini returned the glare and motioned for him to leave them alone. Andrea wasn't sure abou
Amira's eyes scanned the serene yet lovely street as she noticed the abrupt silence surrounding her. However, its beauty compelled her to keep walking as quickly as she could to a place she did not know."Amira, you don't know anywhere around here; I think it is time we go back."Her inner voice told her, and she took a deep breath before turning around and walking back to where she had begun her journey. But what bothered her was why a street could be so silent, even though there were other houses nearby. Nothing could be heard, no vehicle, no murmurs of people, just her in that lonely street."What have I done?" Reality struck her as she realized she had forgotten the path she had taken while walking away from Martini's Mansion.She then walked and discovered three streets, her heart pounding so hard.She stood there for a while, not knowing where she had come from or where she was going. She wanted to see if she could increase her chances of escaping if necessary, but it now appear
Andrea walked into his usual bar, his lips pursed in rage and his expression dangerously frightening. His bodyguards, Rex and Jay, followed him, dressed casually, keeping an eye out for any potential trespassers.Feliz spotted him and his face lit up with joy. He dropped his female strippers and ran towards him, but his smile faded as soon as he saw his face. He knew that Andrea wouldn't like it if he was too bothered, or he would push his button and kill him.However, something else surprised him: his appearance and the ring on his finger. To satiate his need, he demanded them in the comfort of his own home, even though he knew Andrea didn't just walk into his bar."Mr. Martini," he smiled, showing his upper teeth. "What honor do I have with your presence?"Andrea looked at him unimpressed, his hands tightened into a fist, and he walked into the bar, ignoring the eyes on him and the majority of the ladies staring at him."Should I set up a VIP room?" Feliz inquired, but Andrea respon
"I am surprised you are in my grandparents' home, Mr Bellini; is there something you came to do?" Andrea finally broke the awkward silence, ignoring his grandfather's warning glare, knowing what he could do."Of course, I wouldn't be here for no reason." He laughed and switched to Italian while clearing his throat. His expression turned cold, his gaze first on Andrea and then on Lily, who was busy playing with her fingers to relieve the tension she was feeling."I made an agreement with your father and grandfather, and it has been a while. I am guessing you already knew about it," he said, his voice rough and thick with an Italian accent."Well, Andrea, you understand why Mr. Bellini is here. He came to find out about you and Lily's marriage proposal." Old Mr Martini took over, his eyes glaring at Andrea before softening as he looked at Lily."I signed an agreement with him when your father was still the CEO of Martini Luxe. We went bankrupt at the time, and Mr. Bellini was extremely
Andrea put on his clothes with a smug grin, a faint smile spreading across his face. He had no idea that this moment would arrive so quickly, but the fact that she had to do it in exchange for what she wanted ruined the whole experience. To tell the truth, though, would he let her leave?"I'll bet she tries." He scoffed, his hand on the doorknob, his presence breaking the silence of the room.A devious smirk crept across his face, knowing what he would do. He had agreed, but not for long. He wondered if she was planning to leave while they were in Italy, or if she would leave when they returned to the United States.But one thing he wanted to do was let her try and see how far she could go, or how far she could separate herself from him without feeling anything else.He then opened the door and walked down the hallway, adjusting his outfit, his hair was a little messy, he had other things on his mind at the time, he wondered how long he would stay in Italy, and how long he could go wi
"Why do you need a tattoo?" Andrea asked quietly, trailing kisses down her abdomen and squeezing her perky nipples again. Amira wondered if this was the best time to discuss her past scars. Did she have a valid reason for tattooing her scars instead?Growing up as a child into a young woman, her mother had raised her in such a way that she despised scars on her body, as small as a scratch, and saw them as dirty, as flaws, but most people preferred to keep her scars as a reminder for them, or as something to be proud of."You never told me who was really behind this cupcake; you mentioned your family, but never said who specifically ruined your beautiful skin.” He whispered, pressing his hot breath against her skin and kissing every visible scar on her body.With each kiss that Andrea gave her, Amira's stomach twisted, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she felt a tingle rise on her skin.Then he returned his finger to her clit, rubbing, pinching, and caressing it, watching her trembl