LOGINI 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, Marc
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 took care of me—feeding me, helping me bathe, never leaving my side.At first, I felt shy and uncomfortable. But as the days passed, I slowly got used to his presence. I stopped caring that he was apparently a Mafia boss. All I saw was how gentle he was with me.That day, I finally decided to get up. I slipped on a simple white dress and walked out of the room. I ran into Nana Lucing in the living room. She was carrying a tray of food, probably meant for me.“Miss Lorribel. How are you feeling? Why did you come down already?” she asked.“Uhm… I’ve been
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 breaking.Lucille only laughed.“Stop? Isn’t this what you wanted? You’re such a slut! I’m just giving you what you deserve!”I broke down into uncontrollable sobs. I felt completely hopeless in that moment.I never wanted to meet Marco. If I could turn back time, I would never have stepped foot in that club. No matter how much I pleaded, Lucille remained deaf to my cries.In her mind, I was the one at fault for stealing Marco’s attention.My sobs grew louder when one of the men grabbed my exposed breast
All I wanted was to learn how to romance my husband. So how did I end up in a situation like this?Regret flooded me even more because of all the ridiculous things I decided to do tonight. If only I had stayed home instead, waiting for Greg to come back.I had no choice but to let the man who saved
I let out a scream and immediately moved away from him. I didn’t even know how to cover myself because the room was small, and the only thing inside was a chair. My clothes were still in the other room, so I had absolutely nothing to hide my body with.“Hey! You can’t be in here—”The man suddenly
I felt like sinking into the floor from embarrassment because of what I was wearing.I only had panties on. If they could even be called panties when the only thing they covered was the bare minimum between my legs. My hips and lower stomach were completely exposed. The black stockings attached to
My head almost swelled from what he said.He chose me? I belonged to him now?Had he completely lost his mind?!Before I could stop myself, my hand flew across his face and slapped him hard. He instantly grabbed my wrist and pushed it slightly away from him.I swallowed hard when I saw his expressi







