As the first rays of sunlight gently filter through the curtains, my eyes flutter open, only to be met with a wave of startling reality. A jolt of realization surged through my entire being. The abruptness of this revelation striked me like a lightning bolt, lacing my thoughts with a mix of confusion and awe. Was it a dream? A figment of my imagination? No, the weight of this newfound truth bearded heavily upon my consciousness, leaving no room for doubt or denial. I found myself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions, trying to piece together the fragmented memories that have now resurfaced in the recesses of my mind.I was married. Married to Silvio Salvatore.The man who killed hundreds, the one who ruined me with the flames of his desires. The man who breathe violence. My kidnapper.The love of my life.I glanced back to reflect on the recent turmoil of events, my mind immediately took me back to last night, trans
Throughout the breakfast Silvio and Dante conversed in Italian. I couldnʼt understand, but I could feel the tension behind their words. Where Dante eyes me with worrisome now and then, my husbands seemed more occupied with running his fingers on my thigh. The action was unconscious yet it felt like he was soothing me. “gestisci la situazione, informami se va male.” As Silvio spoke these words, I noticed a subtle change in Dante's demeanor. His body stiffened, and then he nodded in agreement. This small reaction caught my attention and caused a sense of unease to settle within me—as if a puzzle piece had been purposefully hidden from view. It almost felt as though they were conversing in some secret code, a different language designed to keep me in the dark. A new thought slithered its way into my mind, like a sneaky serpent ready to strike. Now that Silvio and I were married, would he continue to keep things from me? We had made vows to each other, promising to share our lives, our
“Where are we?” I asked confused as Silvio helped me out. My bare arms shivered under the touch of a frosty breeze, foretelling the impending arrival of winter.My husband draped his arm around my waist protectively. “It’s just a little surprise for you.” I eyed him warily, unsure how to take his ‘surprise’. His surprises always scare me. Like the sequinned dress he got for me. And I ended up coming on his fingers in public. Or the time he ‘surprised’ me by kidnapping me. I swallowed nervously. “What is it, Silvio? At least give me a hint.” Curious I clung onto his arm giving him doe eyes. It worked. Almost instantly. Silvio’s eyes raked over my face darkening and then to my pouty lips inviting him to do sinful and unforgiving things before he let out a low throaty groan. “Don’t tease me, Cara, I might end up taking you against the nearest surface if you keep provoking me.” I flushed as he ushered us to the building in front. As soon as we entered, a small middle-aged woman greeted
The following two days passed quickly for I was occupied with work. Despite my objection, Silvio decided to engage the services of a famous interior designer in Italy to make alterations to the clinic's design. The receptionist's desk was substituted with integrated aquarium glass, creating a charming touch of a small sea amidst the grey and white walls. PVC panels were suspended from the ceiling, extending to the floor, and illuminated by built-in sparkling lights, giving the impression of a hotel rather than a clinic.With patients as my priority, I made several enhancements to the waiting area by adding more comfortable seating for those waiting, as well as improving accessibility. Margaret was determined to recruit young, ambitious nurses and doctors to join the staff.At the end of the third day, Margaret and I conducted interviews with several candidates. Among them were Julie and Sofia—identical twin sisters with matching brown hair and captivating blue eyes, who successfully im
The dinner went smoothly—and intensely. Our gaze locked now and then, a wave of lust passing through. We both needed each other. And when the delicious pasta and grilled veggies filled my belly, I couldn’t help but ask him for a dance. He did not refuse yet he was the one who swept me off my feet and we stood near the table swaying to a soft violin playing in the distance. While moving to the rhythm of the music, I glanced upward and once again noticed how much smaller I was compared to him. The force of his muscular body against mine was striking. Despite wearing two-inch heels, I still barely reached his chin, and his broad palm covered most of my lower back. His hips aligned with my midsection, and I could feel his arousal pressed against my stomach. Sensing his proximity and evident attraction, my nipples became erect in response. Silvio was being far more patient with me nowadays. Not that I minded. Gazing up at him, anticipation coated my parched lips, causing my heart to race
Our lips collided, a wildfire igniting between us—consuming me as a whole. His impatient hands moved towards my hips, claiming me as his own. Effortlessly lifting me off the ground I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist. His muscles bulged against mine, yet the bulging erection between his legs aroused me more. Letting out a shaky breathless gasp, I entwined my fingers in his tousled locks, giving in to his fervent kiss that conveyed a mixture of solace and insatiable hunger, I loved him. I loved him even though the word shouldn’t be used as often, I could scream it on top of my lungs every day. I moaned into his mouth. I was not drunk, yet. But his kisses were intoxicating. His touch was thrilling. I could never get enough of him, not even if God gave me thousands of lives. Silvio Salvatore was both my damnation and salvation. And I embraced that wholeheartedly. The rhythmic throb of my heart echoed fiercely within my chest, while my pulse danced and trembled with a playful
“You’re what?” My voice was low yet my thoughts were loud. I processed his words—carefully. When he did not turn to look at me, my chest squeezed and asked in a broken voice trying to contain my tears to myself. “At least tell me where you’re going.” “Russia.” I paced around the room, my anxiety intensifying with each second. I was ready to tear my hair out. My every step was a battle with unease, and anxiety threading through the rhythm of my footsteps. Each breath felt heavier than the last. My fidgeting hands betrayed the restless within, fingers tracing invisible patterns of worry.This morning Dante came tensed into our room, after some heated talk in Italian both he and Silvio went somewhere, and now that he was back after four hours, he was packing up. If it was limited to clothes I would’ve been fine, but Guns! He was fucking arming up! I knew something was up in the last few days, I also knew Silvio was hiding something from me.
A week without Silvio felt surreal, like a strange dream lingering as I awaited the wake-up call. The nights were restless, contributing to the nightmare-like quality of my days. It was reminiscent of a time machine, the kind you find in a drama, waiting for a loved one to recover from a tragic accident. I couldn't shake the nightmares, the patient who never woke up from his coma.My usual morning routine consisted of dragging myself off the bed and eating the breakfast Alfred made so lovingly for me after that a guard or two would accompany me to the clinic. Margaret was such a help. She would filter out my schedule, hiring some new doctors and assistants. At the start of the week, I was so nervous and anxious. But as time went by, I found myself getting familiar with the situation. Spending my whole day at the clinic helped me take my mind off Silvio for the time being. I barely thought of him during the day. There was this one five-year-old little girl, diagnosed with autism and h