LOGINThe man in front of Emanuele is handsome: ebony-dark skin, shaved hair, shining eyes and big defined muscles. There is one thing wrong, however: a WOMAN is supposed to be answering the door. The beginning of this confusion, however, is just the tip of the iceberg: a fiery romance is about to emerge between them, as well as the obstacles.
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“What’s wrong?” The hair on the back of my neck stuck up in alarm when I caught his eyes blazing murderously. At me.
In response to my question, he took a stride towards me. Nostrils flaring, fists clenched, his spartan shoulders bent in a predatory bow, eyes glowering red. His wolf had taken over him. The sight was far from a pleasing one. Dread crawled over my body, prickling my skin.
“wh… why are you staring at me like that?” my voice came out tight and cracking as I backed away.
“Why did you hide it?” he growled through his clenched teeth, causing goosebumps to break out all over my arms. What is he on about now? What did I hide? I had already handed over his laptop to him after deleting the pictures. But by the way he was glaring at her, it seemed he was talking about something more important.
Then it struck me.
There is no way he is talking about that? Right? I felt my stomach contracting into a tight knot. No..no..no…If he knows the truth then I am done for.
“What are you talking about?” I pushed past my lump and interrogated. I needed to find out what he was talking about. The fury in his eyes deepened.
“Do.not.test.my.patience,” he roared like an enraged beast before smashing a glass candle against the wall. My breathing shattered. I let out a scream and cower down in pure horror. I was terrified to my soul.
In my state of panic, I didn't notice when he bounded over to me. I felt his deadly presence only when he curled his long fingers around my dainty neck in a tight grip like the claws of death. Harsh and painful.
I glanced up at him through my blurred vision, pleading with him to let me go. But what I saw in his eyes had my knees buckled. Madness. He was planning to kill me.
“You still wanna play, huh?” He challenged me, the tightness of his grip getting firm. My eyes instinctively flickered to the curtain and turned wide in horror when I noticed orange blazes of fire leaping up the white draperies. The candle.
“Zav..Zavion…the fire,” I turned to him and informed him in a shaky tone. Zavion, didn’t even bother to take a look at it.
“Speak the truth,” he pressed my body against the wall and gritted out, totally disregarding my words. I gulped, my eyes darting back towards the fire.
“The fire will catch us if we didn’t move,” I pleaded with him.
“Until you speak the truth, no one’s moving,” his tight grip grew firm around my arm. I winced, feeling his nails digging into my skin. I shook my head at him but to no avail. He was out of it.
“ Speak up, damn it. Is she mine?” he appeared to be at the end of his rope now. Tears ran down my eyes. From the corner of my eyes, I could see the giant flames of fire greedily swallowing everything in its way to us. I was caught between fire and the devil himself.
“Please, don’t,” I pleaded with him. I didn’t want to reveal the truth. I didn’t want to go back to the beginning.
“I will ask one last time. Is Aspen my daughter, Evangelina?” he thrusted his face closer and repeated in a tone that warned me cold against bluffing him. I felt so small and weak in that moment.
My head dropped to my chin in defeat. Tears rained down my eyes as I gave him a weak nod. His hand fell away from my arm in an instant.
This is all over now.
A profound silence fell over. Suffocating silence. All I could hear was the crackling of fire and my pounding blood.
The silence was broken by his mirthless laughter.
“I went to the ends of the earth, bent the sky in search of my mate.All this time…. “ he sounded like a maniac, scaring me to my quivering bones. "All this time when she was right here…….right here watching me making a fool of myself. You must have a good laugh, didn’t you?” he roared and punched a hole into the wall, eliciting a whimper from me. I will never forget the venom in his eyes.
I looked up to tell him my reason but what caught my eyes froze me to the spot. A flaming wooden plank was collapsing down on us.
. . . . . . . . FIVE MONTHS LATER . . . . . .Emanuele looked at herself in the huge full-length mirror. The girl hardly knew where to look, which detail to care about first.She didn't know whether to look at the beautiful hairstyle in her now dark brown hair; her natural color.She didn't know whether to look at the impeccable makeup on her face, which made her even more beautiful and radiant than she was feeling.And I also didn't know whether to look at the beautiful white dress, simply cut, adorned with small mother-of-pearl beads. Despite the simplicity of the outfit, it was undeniable to say that the bride looked divine that day.Smiling, she turned around in front of her own reflection. Her heart was pounding with happiness, and she felt the stars in the night sky outside wishing her good luck. The curtain behind the door opened. A short, pudgy girl smiled sympathetically as she entered the room, openly admiring her."Miss Parker, you look beautiful!"Emanuele smiled."Thank
The old man falls to his knees at the same instant. Emanuele runs to him and hugs him tight, but Joseph does not respond. Instead, he seems to be doing his best not to scream as loud as he can."Dad!" The girl says."Adriele died? I had two daughters, and one of them died? Is that it?! Is that what you are telling me?!'Emanuele tries to hold back her sobs, but she can't. Instead, she says:"Yes, Dad. I'm really, really sorry. It all happened so fast! I lost my mother, my sister, and now... Now you are all I have left. You are literally all I have as family!"Joseph can't say anything for a while, only cry. The two of them are shaking very hard. Sarah, when alive, said that Morgan couldn't get the proper reaction, that he was too broken inside. But now he seemed quite emotional. I wonder what had happened.The smell of her father, enveloping Emanuele's nostrils, is soothing and familiar. In a snap, she remembers that the same scent enveloped her when she was in the arms of death, tra
Convincing Crimson to enter the police database to find her father's address was not that difficult.In fact, Emanuele was quite surprised when she had to use only one of the six rehearsed arguments. The old man shrugged and said that at that point it was no longer worth trying to pretend not to act unofficially from time to time.What really took a lot of lip from the redhead was convincing Joshua not to go with her. The girl knew that he only wanted to protect her, but Emanuele was very assertive in her arguments. She needed to do this alone, face that part of her past, and see if there was any possibility of fixing it in her future.Sarah had said that he was in a depressive spiral, and that when he saw her he could not react properly, and that it hurt her.Emanuele then prepared herself emotionally. She would not be disappointed or resentful if, by some chance, the man who at one time taught her a beautiful lullaby did not remember her... or was not touched by the moment.The youn
For a few seconds, all Emanuele can do is stare at Joshua. The two of them are still naked, and the distance between their bodies is as minimal as possible. "What?" she asks, softly. I wonder if she had heard right. Had her emotions stunned her enough for her to hear such a request?He gives a quiet laugh, then opens a confident, sentimental smile."Will you marry me?"The girl immediately sits up, leaning against the headboard of the bed. She covers her own nakedness with the blanket, still looking at the man, who also sits down."I..."Several things go through her head.The first was that no, she could not get married. Not in that life and not ever. All the misfortunes that had happened to her, all the horrible and unfortunately scarring traumas that were etched into her skin; all that made marriage itself a terrible idea.According to the books that the young woman read, especially during her teenage years, marriage was the union of two people. Total commitment to each other, com
As soon as he closes the door, Joshua gives warm, soft kisses on the sensitive skin of Emanuele's neck. The man sighs, almost intoxicated with passion, and murmurs:"I love the way you smell."With all the delicacy and romance in the world, Joshua props the redhead's torso on the bed, leaving her legs
The next day dawned gray, cold and absolutely silent.Of course, cars were still passing by, people were leaving their homes to go to work, and children were going to school. But the noise present, that typical sound that Emanuele's ears were used to, could not penetrate the enormous bubble of silenc
The first thing Emanuele noticed when she finally arrived at the courthouse was the number of people. She didn't bother to count, but just a quick glance among those present revealed that there were at least fifty people. Most of them wore imposing clothes, such as expensive suits and designer socia
Emanuele could neither sleep nor eat properly in the days that followed.All the girl could do, and at the massive insistence of Joshua who took care of her whenever he could, was to take a few naps and, very begrudgingly, put food in her stomach. He always tried to be as close as possible, even thou






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