It's not going to be easy. But rarely the best things in life are. ~ A. Gupta
.COLE“Well, I think I shouldn't have been worried. She held herself pretty well on her own.”I turned around to face Maddox as he stood there on the porch, looking at me with his judgemental, cold blue eyes. I’d already had one Carter brother torment my mind with his fûcking insinuation about what he was going to do with her when they reached her studio and I sure as hell didn't need another one. It was a shock to come to know that my princess was now so grown out of her cocoon that she’s got her own place where she spends nights too whenever she wanted or felt like it. A part of me hated myself that I missed such a big development in her life, the metamorphosis of my broken princess into something stronger and independent. But despite how glad I was for her, I selfishly wanted her to depend on me.“Like Alex suggested and I totally agree, you should go back, Cole. No one needs you or wants you here any longer.”“Will you just stop being a fucking arsehole just for one second?” I bit out, my fingers clenching at the back of my nape as I fought the desire to go after them, stalk her and force her to accept my apology.Mad descended the three steps and came to stand in front of me. His icy blue eyes glared at me as he said, “No. I will not stop. I won’t stop until you fuck off to wherever you came from.”I rubbed a hand down on my face and said, “I am not going anywhere, not until she forgives me.” I met his eyes as I added, “Until you and everyone forgive me.” He narrowed his eyes, his arms folded tight around his chest. “I mean it, Maddox. I know I made a mistake but I thought it’d be easier this way.”“Obviously, it wasn’t. It wasn’t just her you betrayed.”I nodded. “If you will listen, I’m ready to tell you everything.”He scoffed. “What tells you I don’t know it already?” I met his blue eyes, like hers, cold and unemotional. “Alex knows it all, do you know that?”I guessed that much after all the texts he started to sent me. I said, “Even if you know I want you to hear it again from me.”“We will see. I’m not ready to forgive you, yet.” With that he turned around. He was on the door when he paused and looked at me as he said, “Mom wanted me to ask you if you wanna stay here,” He didn’t let me say anything as he continued, “But I told her that she shouldn’t worry, I am sure you’ll be able to sleep a night or two in your car, for however long you’re here.”.VIOLETI Woke up to my phone ringing beside me and with a throbbing head. Sitting up, I looked around myself and realised that I had fallen asleep on the small futon in my painting room. I sat up and looked down at my hands, they were covered in dry paints and my fingers ached terribly. I had painted until the early hours of the morning and now my fingers would pay the prize, I could already feel the strain.But then I forgot about my pain as I looked at the uncovered painting I had finished. Unlike the portraits I had made before, now there were new lines in his face. The changes of two years were visible and also the emotions that weren’t there before. Mine and his. Both had changed.I looked around the small room, there were so many covered portraits that were of only one man who was the reason for my aching heart but besides him there were others, my family and friends. And then there were my dreams, the one I wanted to fulfil and others that were memories that had haunted me while I had slept but in them I hadn’t painted our faces. And the only person who’d recognise the people in those paintings without seeing their faces was him, and I wasn’t ever going to let him see these. Never. He doesn’t deserve it. They were my emotions, the only thing that had kept me sane when he was gone.My phone rang again, startling me and I picked it up from where it was on the small table beside the color palette. As I saw the name flashing on the screen, my lips automatically pulled up in a smile and I answered it. “Hey, Good morning.”“Good morning, Bree.” I answered.“Are you still asleep? It’s almost noon.”“Yeah, I went to sleep late. What’s up?”“I was wondering if you’ll like to come with me for shopping. I need to buy groceries and also wanted to just go out as Mad is going to be at Mom and Dad’s with the boys.”“Sure. I’ll be there at your house. Give me an hour.”“Okay, bye.”I looked down at my phone, wondering why she didn’t say anything about Cole. I’d have thought she’d say something, probably tell me to forgive him as Bree was too forgiving and soft, unlike anyone in the family. And the way I had left Cole, standing there outside Carter house, I don't know.... I just thought he’d have asked for someone’s help and part of me had expected that it’d be Bree who was the only one that could melt at his apologies. But maybe, she wasn’t as soft as she used to be, maybe Maddox had finally toughened her up.Or... Maybe he realised I wasn’t going to forgive him and he.... Left? Suddenly, my chest tightened to the point that I couldn't breathe at that thought but I dug my nails into my thigh to centre myself and reminded myself that it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter. I wasn’t the same girl who had spent days and nights crying, and begging god to bring him back to me. No. I was stronger now, hardened and much better for it.I looked back down at my phone and saw there were a few text messages waiting for me too. I opened the first one which was from Alex. “I’m coming over, beautiful. Do you want coffee?”Although there was an espresso in the small kitchenette here, but I still replied back with a yes. Last night, Alex had dropped me and expressed his disappointment at the fact that Cole didn’t follow us. And, I won’t admit that I might've shared that disappointment a little bit. Nope.I stood up and made my way out of the room, I closed the door behind me and turned the key to lock it. It was a habit now to lock it, I used to do that in the early days when Dad had just rented it for me and back then everyone used to drop by unannounced to make sure I was okay. But now it wasn’t necessary but yet that room had everything my heart feels so I keep it locked.I scrolled through the next texts, they were from Mad and Daisy and one from Kevin. Daisy has sent me three pics of her new dresses to select from, I tapped one and sent it back. Kevin was asking me if I’ll join him and Hayley for family dinner. I felt rude to deny him, but after what he said to me yesterday I wanted to keep a little distance between us even though that too didn’t feel right where he was concerned.I opened Mad’s text and couldn’t help but scowl as I read his message. “Don’t forgive him.”My fingers stabbed the screen as I replied, “I wasn’t going to.”“Good.” His reply was instant. And then, he sent me a pic, that made me question his sanity. It was a picture of Cole sleeping in his car, outside the Carter mansion.The fûcking arsehole. First, he told me to not forgive him and now he was sending me a pitiful image of Cole, sleeping in his car. My phone pinged with another text and this one was also from Mad. “His back might be hurting and neck must be strained, but don’t forgive.”I let out a growl as I typed back. “I will block you.”And then I controlled the urge to throw my phone across the room and managed to put it down on the low coffee table in the small living room that was also a kitchen space and went to the bedroom at the back of the studio to take a shower and get ready. My clothes were all back at the Carter house but there were a few I kept here in case I spent the night.So after taking a quick shower, I wore a baggy pair pants in tan color and black top to go with it. When I looked in the mirror, my eyes were little red from my headache and there were dark circles under them. Instead of going out with them, I applied the concealer like Daisy had taught me to hide those dark circles and dabbed a little lip gloss to look better.I was tying my shoe laces when there was a knock on the door, thinking that it must be Alex with promised coffee, I pulled open the door and froze as I found Cole standing there in front of me.A. GuptaTWISTED MARRIAGE: MMF Dark Mafia Romance Novel. .INNESSA“Nina!” I ignored my little sister, Mila's, call as I rushed out of the ballroom where the party for my eighteenth birthday was going on. Or, should I say the celebration for my upcoming nuptials. Even the thought of that made me want to vomit. Since the moment the Capo of the major crime family: Rossi, had died my father had lost all his privileges and power in the underworld. He had been trying all these years to get back the power and position he once had, but the current Capo: Antonio Rossi didn’t seem inclined to get cosy with anyone his father once associated with. Rumor even has it that he was the one who actually kîlled his own father when he was just a child himself. Sometimes, I wonder if he could teach me a thing or two about it because if I knew how to get out of it I’d commit patricîde in my next breath. What? Don’t look at me like that. My father deserves it, if you knew him you’d say the same thing. He is the
Bonus chapterCOLEI stood by the glass doors and watched as my princess introduced our son, Romeo, to everyone in the Carter family. Our son. Now every time I look at him, I feel what I know Violet must’ve felt that first time when she’d seen him. It has been four months since he became a part of our family. Four months since we became parents. And only three months since Romeo started to call me Papa and started treating me as his father. I wasn’t too proud to lie and say that I didn’t hug my wife and cried happy tears in her arms the first time I heard the word papa from Romeo. The little boy was ruling not only mine and my wife’s heart, but everyone else’s in the family. Even Uncle Nico was doting on him more than he ever did on me. Surprisingly he didn’t take as much time with uncle Nico as he did with me to get comfortable with. It was my beautiful wife, my princess, who built his trust in me day after day and taught me how to earn his trust. The first two weeks were hard. Ro
EPILOGUE IIA YEAR LATER....VIOLET“Are you ready to go?” I looked at my husband and gave him a reluctant nod. We were at the shelter that the church ran. The buildings were joined together by a backdoor. And since last year when I had come here for the first time on our first Christmas together as husband and wife, I had liked it so much here that every time we came back from New York we came visit the kids. Now, this church and the shelter was part of our life as much as it was Nicolai’s, even though it was the first time that he hadn’t been able to come here on Christmas. The sisters specifically asked for him and showed their disappointment at learning that he wasn’t joining us. It was kind of crazy to think that a man who I had once witness covered in blôod from head to toe, that still gives me flashbacks every time I see him, was so revered by these people of God. “Come on, princess. It’s getting late. The children need to go to their beds.” My husband was right, but in all
I have died every day waiting for youDarling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more.~ A Thousand years..A MONTH LATER....VIOLETI woke up to an empty bed but a little note waited on my husband’s pillow. I picked it up and as I read his scrawled message, a smile lit up my face. ‘Good morning, princess. Come downstairs whenever you're ready. The twins are already making a racket. I had to go down before they set the house on fire. I love you.’Today’s going to be another good day, or maybe a better one because my husband wasn’t the only one who was stuffing our closet with presents he didn't think I knew anything about. I slipped out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom, deciding to get ready before going downstairs because by what Cole had shared, between the twins and his mother, maybe I won’t get another chance to get dressed up for tonight’s dinner. Our very first Christmas dinner as husband and wife.When I got downsta
COLEViolet removed the makeshift blindfold and as soon as I opened my eyes I came face to face with... My own reflection. But no, that would be too tame a comparison to what I look like in a mirror. It actually was how my princess saw me. The painting dominated the white wall. And as I looked at it, I was amazed and in awe. With each stroke of the brush, my princess had captured a side of me that I didn’t even know existed. I remembered the moment when she must’ve gotten the inspiration for this one. I was in the pool, looking up at her as she laid there on the chaise. My arms were folded beneath my chin, my eyes squinting a little because of the sun high up in the sky shining down on us.And the way she had captured me, my features in exquisite detail, it didn’t hide the fact that I was in love with the person I was looking at. I never thought that I could be someone’s muse, that I’ll ever be able to inspire such breath-taking artwork in someone. But my princess, not only fell in l
VIOLETI was happy.No. That’s not right. We were happy. Impossibly so.More than I ever thought I could be, with the man that I loved with my whole heart. The man who loved me like I was the sole purpose of his life. Three weeks has passed and we were still in Italy, and to be honest, I didn’t want to leave. It was everything I could ever dream about. Turns out, I was dreaming for something I already had in my grasp. Living with Cole in Italy, in the bungalow at the corner of the city it felt like we were in our own separate heaven away from the world and it’s expectations, also away from the things that made me think that I was missing something from my life when I was already whole with him. It became our sanctuary, a place where time seemed to stand still and the worries of the world faded away.We had spent our days roaming around the city, taking pleasure in each other’s company and the sights we visited. Rome was really beautiful, alive with its energy. It’s ancient monuments
VIOLETI stared at my husband as he pulled on his suit jacket while standing in front of the floor length mirror. I was on the bed, lacing my heels but the picture my handsome husband painted was way to appealing to miss for anything. He looked edible enough to eat in the black shirt and black slacks. We were getting ready to go for dinner in the city with his uncle and as much as I wanted to rest and sleep for a bit to get rid of the jetlag I wanted to go out into the city more. “My eyes are up here, princess.”With a smile curving my lips, I looked up to meet his sherry eyes as he turned around to face me. I pursed my lips and with a teasing tone replied, “But that tushie is too impressive to not appreciate it.”“Is it, now?” He murmured as he walked toward me. I nodded and smiled when he brushed a kiss on my cheek and then crouched down in front of me to tie the laces of my heels.When he looked up, I cupped his cheeks and kissed him slowly. We hadn’t had séx for obvious medical r
VIOLETWe landed in Italy and was welcomed by the warm embrace of the Mediterranean sun, its golden rays casted a luminous glow upon everything it touched. I watched my beautiful husband as he talked to the man who had approached us as soon as we had stepped down out on the tarmac. I held a bouquet of exotic flowers, courtesy of my husband’s uncle, a welcome to his country. But even those beautiful flowers didn’t hold my attention as my gaze went back to my husband as he made his way toward us and I saw the sun glittering in his brown eyes, reminding me all the time he had been the light in my darkness. I took notice of the way his shoulders were relaxed and the pleasant smile that curved his lips and I knew that coming here was the best decision. As he drew closer, he held up the keys. “I guess my uncle decided to ignore our wish to refuse his gifts.”I arched a brow. “What's that?” He grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s see.” We walked off the runway. The man following us with our
VIOLETA nervous energy hummed beneath my skin. It was the first time I was going to fly in a plane. And not just any ordinary plane. We were going to Italy in one of his Uncle’s jet and it appeared bigger than the usual one. I had heard him talking to his uncle on a video call. Cole had denied his uncle’s offer and mentioned that we could fly business class but his uncle had pushed. Cole had said, “But, seriously, I’d rather not have my wife in that jet where you spent your days partying and doing God knows what not.”“I haven’t touched that thing in so long.” Came his uncle’s accented reply.“Seriously? How long was that?” My husband had asked sceptically. “Four months?”I had almost laughed out loud at that but then I'd silently nodded at Cole to agree, as since our loss his uncle has been trying to cheer us up by doing things in his own way. He sent us a custom made Aston Martin and a Ferrari, for god sake. Apparently his uncle has so much money that a few hundred millions were p