LOGINMy whole body ached the next morning. It felt like I had been run over by a speeding train.
My hips. My back. Especially between my legs.
Yes.
I had finally given up my innocence.
I knew it was wrong. It should have been my husband’s long ago. But strangely, I didn’t feel even a shred of guilt. If anything, a part of me felt relieved — even happy —
I felt like the luckiest woman in the world after Marco’s proposal. Me — Lorribel Suarez. Just an ordinary girl. And yet a Mafia boss fell in love with me.I couldn’t help but giggle at the thought.That was the only reason I could think of why he proposed. Because he loved me.Marco didn’t want to waste any time. Right after proposing, he immediately had his people prepare everything for our wedding.I was excited too, but everything was moving so fast. It almost felt like we hadn’t really thought it through. But then again, we would’ve ended up here eventually, right?I told myself not to overthink it.In just three days, everything was ready. We got married first in a civil ceremony officiated by a judge. Marco said it was only temporary. When we go to Russia, we would have
The heavy feeling in my chest from my conversation with Brian slowly faded the moment we arrived at the restaurant. It was a five-star restaurant — the first time I had ever set foot in a place like this.Even when Greg was my boyfriend, he never took me anywhere this fancy. Only now did I realize that, despite being the son of a rich family, I was usually the one spending money on us.How stupid I was when it came to love.The restaurant had a simple but elegant design. In one corner, a live band played soft, soothing music.We were already on our third course when I couldn’t hold back my curiosity any longer.“Why does it feel like we’re the only ones here, Marco?” I asked.I had been glancing at the entrance earlier, but no other guests had come in. No other customers were eating
The longer I stayed with Marco, the more I saw how good he could be. Yes, there were times he was violent and ruthless — especially when it came to running his organization. But when it was just the two of us, he became someone completely different. Gentler. Almost human.As for Greg, Claire told me he had been looking for me everywhere. He even went as far as bothering my mother back in the province. Good thing Marco had already sent people there to protect them.Marco often left for work. I never asked where he was going. When I tried once, he simply told me it was better if I didn’t know too much about his business.I just wanted to understand him more.That afternoon, another stylist arrived. Marco had apparently asked them to get me ready again. I had no idea where he was taking me this time, but I let them do their work.
I stood there, frozen, as Marco repeatedly punched Greg. I wanted to stop him, but even I was terrified by the look on Marco’s face. His eyes looked like they were turning red from pure rage.If Brian, his right-hand man, hadn’t arrived, I don’t know what would’ve happened to Greg.“Boss! Stop!”Brian pulled Marco away from Greg. But the moment he faced him, Marco punched Brian too.I snapped out of my shock. I forced myself to stand and rushed toward them.“M-Marco, please! That’s enough!” I begged.He turned to look at me. His brows were deeply furrowed, and it looked like smoke was about to come out of his nose. His breathing was heavy, like he had just finished an intense fight.“P-Please…” I whispered.
Since that day, I haven’t spoken to Marco again. I asked Nana Lucing to call him, but she said he wasn’t answering. I waited for several more days, but he never came back.I could feel that he was really angry with me. I wanted to explain that he had misunderstood everything.In the end, I decided to go home first to settle things with Greg. I believed Marco’s words — I didn’t doubt the documents. But I still needed to face Greg. I needed closure.That was what I wanted to tell Marco. But he never returned.The driver who had brought me before took me home. This time, I didn’t ask him to stop far away. I told him to pull up right in front of our gate.I took a deep breath before stepping inside the house.The entire place was quiet. Unlike the last time I came home, it wasn&rs
My whole body ached the next morning. It felt like I had been run over by a speeding train.My hips. My back. Especially between my legs.Yes.I had finally given up my innocence.I knew it was wrong. It should have been my husband’s long ago. But strangely, I didn’t feel even a shred of guilt. If anything, a part of me felt relieved — even happy — that it was Marco who took it.Marco’s treatment of me had also changed. He became gentler.“Uhm, Marco… I want to go home for a while,” I told him.We were lying side by side in bed. His face was once again buried in my neck as he gently inhaled my scent. I still didn’t understand why he kept doing that, and he had never explained it to me.He suddenly stopped a
For several days, I couldn’t get out of bed. The trauma from what happened kept me trapped under the covers. Marco didn’t force me to do anything. He just let me rest.Every night, he stayed in my room. He watched over me. He was the one who
I tried to pull away, but it was useless. One of the men already had a tight grip on me. I felt nothing but disgust and terror as their rough hands roamed over my body.“P-Please! Lucille! Have mercy! Tell them to stop!” I begged, my voice b
My head felt like it was splitting open the moment I regained consciousness. My head hung limply, and I could barely stand properly. That’s when I realized I was hanging from the ceiling by my wrists.I jolted awake and frantically looked around.
“Greg!”I panicked. Marco had Greg by the neck. I could see Greg’s eyes turning red as he struggled to breathe.I slapped Marco’s arm desperately.“Marco, what are you doi







