LOGINHappy new month, darlings❤😘. I'm sorry about the previous month and the unsteady updates that came with it. I promise this month will be better. Meanwhile, what do we think so far? The story is taking a new turn soon. So buckle and get ready for the ride😊. What's your take on this chapter too? Do you think Marco is right? And what do you think of Luciano's revelation to himself, about not dropping the wedding even if he was asked? Does that make him selfish? Or is he just confused about his feelings. Need to know your thoughts badly!😩 Let me knowwwwwww, darlings.
Chapter 111••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••I don't like the look on her face.It's full of sadness. Immense worry.“What’s wrong, Angel?” My words are loud in the quiet night, as I stand outside the convent, with a cigarette in hand, while trying to remain hidden.It's quite pitiful that despite the mounted security, they are still as dumb as before. I'm still able to scale through without getting caught.I know she told me off, asked me to stay away. But when have I really listened to anyone? When have I not followed my own decisions?Never.And I'm not going to start now.Elizabeth has been standing not so close to the window for the last twenty minutes, staring into space with an utterly dejected look on her face. I want to ask her what's wrong. Ask who I need to bury for making her look that way.A cloud of smoke surrounds me when I exhale the content of the cigarette. The smoke a heating sensation against the chilly night.I know it's insane. Standing outside a nun's window,
Chapter 110••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••I stretch my back when I finally climb out of my front seat and bite down on a groan I want to let out.Several hours of sitting in the car discovering what new lead I'm gonna chase after next tells me my muscles are tight.My neck protests as I roll it one way, then the other, before I walk to the backseat of the car.I glance down at the location details again and back up at the building before me. It looks like an abandoned building, now turned into a bar or something of that sort. The entrance is situated behind an abandoned theater squeezed between two crumbling buildings. At least that's what the location Marco sent states.Graffiti covers the brickwork of the place, giving a sign to passer-bys that this is not the place for everybody.Which is exactly my kind of scene.Opening the backseat door of the car, what greets me is my most used selection of weapons lying on the leather seat.Handguns, knives of varying lengths, a grenade… th
Chapter 109••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••I sit alone in the driver's seat, the portfolio spread across the passenger side, as I scan through every document, every note and every possibility that could link me to someone… anyone.Most of it is fucking useless, leading to a dead end. It's the same thing I have seen before—invoices, shipping schedules, Cargo declarations, receipts belonging to all those years ago.I'm about to throw the papers away and tag it all as useless when something catches my eye.Something I've seen more than once.“This better be the fucking stuff I'm looking for,” The words leave my mouth the same time I grab a few papers off the passenger seat.If there's one thing I believe in, apart from my instincts, is that people always make the same mistake when it comes to hidden documents. They always think lies and secrets live in bland words on a piece of paper. They don't look in depth, and that makes it difficult for such person to spot what they are really sea
Chapter 108 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• I have never considered going back on a decision. Never considered breaking through protocols… my protocols, for a reason I'm not sure of. Now, as I watch Gemma descend the stairs, it seems like that principle of standing on my decisions is beginning to fucking crumble. Looking at her, my mind starts to draw up reasons why I have never connected with her. Everything about her looks curated. The oversized glasses, the designer coat, the heels that clicked confidently against each step. She's polished, good-looking and the perfect socialite for a man who loves to stay on the highlight. A man that is certainly not me. Yet, here I am, waiting outside her home like a lover would. Except I'm not a lover. I'm nothing close to being a lover. If anything, I'm only using her for my cause. Something that would have mattered to me if I had a heart as a human, but I don't. I don't and can't feel compassion, especially for Gemma Bianchi. When Ge
Chapter 107 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* I didn't get the chance to ask the doctor what really happened. Mother Roselyn has been with her since. And it's nearly impossible, if not impossible to go over there and just ask. So I waited in my room like I was asked to. Sitting outside the window, letting the cool air wash over me, I stared out through the night. I can't tell how many hours I have been sitting here, but it should be long enough since it was bright when I started sitting and now it's dark. I don't know why I feel the way I do, since I'm the one who ended things. Sitting here and expecting him to just… what? Climb through the window again after I told him off is by far the dumbest thought I have ever had. I know I would never see him again. It is foolish for me to entertain such hopeless thoughts. The Convent security has tightened even. Four cops have been assigned to the Convent, although their stay is only limited to the mornings. In addition, new security guar
Chapter 106 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* “Not clean,” the doctor announces the moment there's a flashlight underneath the Sister’s habit. The Sister is called Sister Lois. “She's not a virgin. And…” The doctor pauses, her silence only adding to the domineering one in the room. Sister Lois is shaking at this point. Sweat trickling down her face with her hands placed over her stomach like there's something there. She's the only one remaining, then I'm next. I'm scared for what they might do to her. “When last did you see your monthly flow, Sister Lois?” The doctor asks calmly, as if her question didn't just cause a disaster. Sister Lois shakes her head quickly, not uttering a word. Her eyes pleading and begging the doctor to stop. She doesn't. “When was your last impure moment?” she repeats, but rephrases the question. Sister Lois still doesn't answer. Mother Roselyn’s voice cuts through the dramatic silence, “Have you suddenly gone deaf, Sister Lois? Or are you just preten
Chapter 42 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• You don't ignore summons from the Don. You don't delay, neither do you ask questions on why you've been called. You just go. Which is exactly what am doing. The guards recognize my car before the gate sensors finish scanning it, resulting in the iron
Chapter 43*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*“Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.” I make the sign of the cross for good measure, and grip my rosary as a form of assurance.My eyes are still close when I feel a presence settle beside me. Way too close for comfort.My body stiffens. Yet, I don
Chapter 44 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* “I can't believe I'm saying this, but you have to go to that party,” Mother Roselyn finally drops the bombshell she's been wanting to say since she called me into her office. I don't say anything for a moment longer than a minute. I am still trying to
Chapter 40 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* “Liz?” Gemma calls me again, her eyes raking over me, and mine does the same. She looks perfectly dressed, suitable for the role of the perfect daughter. Her black curls fall over her shoulder in an alluring way. Lips curved into a smile that falters t

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