LOGINChapter 169*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*Every harsh breath I release scrapes through my throat as I run.Gunfire explodes behind me, shaking the high pillars until it's all dust and smoke left. People are screaming, glass shatters. Somewhere amongst the chaos, someone yells orders in a language I can't even process anymore.The wedding has become a battlefield. I honestly didn't think he would come today. I thought he must have forgotten about me since he is married now. Turns out that is not the case anymore.He stopped me before I could say ‘I do’ to that monster.I don't look back. I just keep running. As my legs move as much as my belly bump lets me, I hear the sound of more helicopters descending. I have no idea what is going on. My wedding veil tangles around my legs, making every step slower than the last. With trembling hands, I rip it from my head and throw it on the floor, not caring where it lands. I have to get away from here.I have to save my baby who hasn't had a
Chapter 168••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••{This scene is the continuation of Chapter 166}My heart pounds with anticipation as I push another door open, leading me to another scenery. I had imagined this moment a thousand different ways. None of them looks like this. Darkness like I have never felt before thrums inside me. They tried to take her away from me. Here I am, watching a wedding.My woman's wedding.White-hot rage engulfs my soul. The monster inside me bellows with fury. Every step towards the wedding venue feels like another knife being pushed into my chest. She should have been safe. She should have been beside me.Instead, she is right out there, dressed in white for another man. I clench my jaw until it hurt. No.Over my dead body.The enormous doors stand ahead, guarded by armed men dressed in black suits. I don't slow down, neither does the men beside me.As soon as the men see us, they try shooting. Gunfire erupts between us as I unsheath my knife and let out
Chapter 167••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••{This scene takes place at the same time with the previous scene.}I sit at the front of the helicopter, my elbows resting on my knees, before I take my pistol off my lap, cleaning it for what has to be the fifth time in the last hour.Not because it needs cleaning— No. But because if I stop moving, If I stop having what to do with my hands, I'll start thinking.And if I start thinking, I'll remember her. I'll remember both the good and bad about her, and I didn't fucking want that.No one speaks. Not the Don. Not Marco, who is used to speaking all the time. Not Nicholas, and definitely not even Sergei.They all know better. I am not in the mood for words.Only blood.The headset crackles. “Three minutes.” The pilot’s voice barely registers. Now all I think about is the fact that we have just three minutes left.Three minutes until I reach the place that has stolen every peaceful night sleep I was supposed to have. I rarely sleep at night an
Chapter 166*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*I did not sleep.I stayed awake the entire night counting the ceiling, counting every crack until I could recite them from memory.To show you how much I counted, I counted twenty-three of them. The twenty-fourth one is not a crack. It's just a stain shaped like a pair of wings.That's to show you how very much awake I was.I stare at the twenty-fourth stain shaped like wings until dawn, imagining that if I pray hard enough, those wings would carry me away from this island.Away from this nightmare.Away from the wedding waiting for me.Away from him.But it's impossible now. There's no escape. Plus, it's just a stain… it is not real.The sound of metal scraping against metal breaks through my imagination, including the silence in the room.The heavy lock clicks and the cell door opens, causing light to flood the room. I close my eyes, hoping they will take the hint and leave.They don't.Five women step into the room. All looking like they
Chapter 165*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*Not long after the strange woman in my fever dream goes, the cell door opens again and three armed guards step inside. “Get up!”I don't move neither do I make an attempt to stand up. One of them grabs my arm. “I said get up!”My eyes lit up. “I would rather die than follow you anywhere else.”His eyes harden as his gaze drops to my stomach. “You may be willing to die, but can you say the same for your baby?”His words gets to me immediately. I swallow every ounce of pride in me. Slowly, I stand. None of them try to help me, considering how heavily pregnant I am. It's only two months left before my baby comes into this world and we both haven't known a long moment of peace.“Good.” He nods towards the hallway. “The groom is waiting for his bride's appearance at the ongoing party.”The word ‘bride’ makes bile rise into my throat.Bride.I can't be his bride. I would rather throw myself into the ocean.When we are finally out of the room, the
Chapter 164*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*| 7-8 Months | Location: Private Island, Bahamas |The first thing I hear when I get fully awake is the music coming from the distance. For a second, I think I must be imagining things. Then laughter echoes despite the music which tells me I am certainly not mistaken.There must be a celebration going on somewhere close by.The creaking cell door drags me from my wandering thoughts. Every muscle in my body aches from the horrible position I am tied in and from the never-ending tension in my muscles.The ceiling bulb gets switched on, bringing light into the room. I squint against the brightness and brace myself for Damian Varga. Instead, two women enter the room carrying bags with them. The guard in the hall says something in a harsh growl before slamming the door, shutting us in together. I wonder what they are here for, and what are in those bags?The younger woman looks my age. They are both wearing white. The other woman, who is maybe in
Chapter 56 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* Few months ago, I could have sworn on anything valuable to me that I'm more than ready to become the bride of Christ. I could have sworn that the devil has got nothing on me, that I am as innocent and pure as a dove, as anything pure can be. For some r
Chapter 52 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• “How did you get this scar?” A vulnerable look passes through her eyes, then replaced with something more concerning. I follow her gaze directly to the spot where she has her hand placed. I know what she's trying to do—she's changing the fucking topic
Chapter 49 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* The car doors slam shut around me. I press my hands to the window, staring out at the building as the engine jolts to life. As we speed away, my body finally gives in, shaking uncontrollably at the image of his bloodied hands and cold eyes burn into my
Chapter 48 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* A hand closes around my throat. Not rough at first, fingers digging just enough to warn me. An unfamiliar feeling crashes onto me, it dawns on me that I have no idea who this person is. Could it be the man from earlier? I gasp, clawing at the arm as I







