LOGIN"I love you." She blurted out, eyes wide, filled with unshed tears as they both stared at each other. "I love you and I know you know that so please don't say what happened was a mistake or that you're leaving me." Her cracked at the last statement. "Don't destroy us." She moved closer to him, putting a gentle hand on his arm. He lifted his gaze to hers and she feared whatever it is he was going to say the way his eyes looked. They've never looked so....empty. "Darling, there is nothing to destroy if there was nothing to ever break. There was never an us Idalia." He stated venom lacing his words. "What?" Her voice cracked "Whatever happened between us was a mistake. I regret it." Her face crumpled as her hand dropped from his arm, putting space between them. "Don't say that." "Just leave Idalia." He turned his back to awards her and continued stuffing clothes into his bag. After some time, "Okay." She nodded her head in understanding, wiping her tears, trying to stop the already flowing tears. Glancing at him one more time, she walked out of his room. When Idalia Bianchi confesses her love to Ivan Volklov, her best friend and the heir to the Italian mafia, he does not reciprocate the feeling. Years after walking out of the room of the one she loves, he is back in her life. Her brother's best friend. It’s finally time for her to find a husband and according to her family tradition it has to be an arranged marriage and what better and safer match for her than a member of the Italian mafia. Even though there is already an alliance between the families, a marriage makes it more "sophisticated", like her father says.
View MoreFalling asleep on the couch was not what I had intended for but I awoke suddenly from the whirring noise of the elevator. I blinked rapidly to clear my vision from the sleep still clouding it as I picked up my phone to check the time, squinting my eyes at the brightness. 1:00am. That was an hour earlier thah Ivan said he was going to be back.I heard the ding sound of the elevator, making me jump from the couch and stand closer to the wall. I picked up my purse and brough out the little knife I had hiddden in there. The door to the elevator openjed and whoever it was stepped out, muttering a string of curses. I tried keeping my breathing under control and tried not breathing too loud. I thought Ivan said this place was safer than my place. The footsteps sounded closer every second and I tightened my hold on the knife. Immediately the intruder came into view, with their back facing me, I wrapped my arms around their neck, with the knife held tightly against their neck. "This is the s
As I'm already halfway into the box of pizza, my can of pepsi half full he comes down the living room wearing a black top and a black slacks. His hair looked wet, meaning he just came out of the shower. Images of him, his naked body in the shower flickered before me and I shook my head to clear myself of the images. Fucking hell. I looked away from him and then picked up another slice. He walked into the kitchen where I was, moving straight to the refrigerator and brought out a bowl and then placed it into the microwave. I know he doesn't eat pizza with mushroom toppings, because he's allergic but still I ask, just to fill the silence. "No pizza?" He glanced back at me, "you know I hate mushrooms." "Well you could have ordered some other type of toppings." "Would you have eaten it?" He asks as he rested against the kitchen slabs, his ankle crossing over the other and his arms across his chest. That...that was a picture of magnificence. I inhaled loudly, "no." I do not eat an
"Ladies let's welcome to the stage the almost newlywed couple." a voice from the stage rang out and people started clapping their hands as they made way for both myself and Ivan. He held my hand in his, I looked down at out intertwined hands and then at him, but he didn't glance at me, he was just looking straight ahead, towards the stage.Ivan gave a polite nod to the man that announced us as he left the stage. He was probably one of their made men. It would take time to get familiar with the new faces. And there were a lot of new faces. "Thank you everyone for coming to celebrate the announcement of our engagement here, today with us." he paused, looking around the room, "It is an honor to get married to a Bianchi, joining our families together through a marriage alliance which eventually brings both sides of our families together, the bratva and the Italians.""I know for generations our side has been at war with one another but then the war and the killings minimized as our last
I was not involved in any part of the arrangement of the engagement party. Not that I particularly care, but come on, I am the supposed bride to be. But I guess it does make sense since the aim is not actaully to celebrate the almost newly wed but to make new connection and alliances. Strong allainces.I had a call with Ivan yesterday night and he made certain talk about making sure whatever we do, the other families must think this is a match made from love, not a marriage alliance. I asked why but he would not spill and I left it at that.Now, deciciding what to wear this this...party was a hard decision to make. Ivan's mother suggested I wear white or any other colour similar to white. I do not own any white dress proper enough for a engagement party. To cut it short I don't own any white dress. White is the color of innocence and I am far from being innocent this time.So, I had to go shopping yesterday and I did come back with a few options but looking at them now, I do not thi
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