Vincenzo has been acting quite strange since we arrived home from the restaurant. He looked so deep in thought and was even colder now than he already is. I suddenly feel down for some reason. “Bellezza, baby,” his voice broke through my thoughts, calling out to me in a tone that was surprisingly tender. I felt his arms encircle my waist, pulling me into an unexpected embrace. I gasped in surprise, my eyes widening at the sudden display of affection. Despite my skepticism, I found myself unable to resist as he drew me closer to him. “E-Enzo?” I stammered, skeptical. Why is he suddenly being clingy? Inside our bedroom, the atmosphere was tense yet oddly intimate. The dog had been whisked away by the maids, leaving us alone in our shared space. I had expected Vincenzo to immerse himself in work as soon as we returned, but instead, he clung to me like a koala, his presence both comforting and unsettling. As I stood there, enveloped in his embrace, I couldn't shake the feeling that som
Standing in front of the vanity mirror, I stared at my own reflection. I was dressed in a white dress. It’s a beautiful fitted dress that emphasizes my curves. It has a long slit to its right and it was also backless. I fell in love at myself whilst looking at the mirror. I looked… beautiful. Until now, I couldn’t believe I am getting married. After all, I didn’t get to experience having relationships before this. I never even imagined having to get married at this age. I couldn't help but marvel at my own reflection, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me. Despite the nerves swirling within me, there was a sense of excitement building in the pit of my stomach. Getting married was something I never expected, yet here I was, about to embark on this new chapter of my life. All I wanted was to study and be of help to my adoptive parents who raised me. Yet here I am, marrying the most prominent and most handsome bachelor in the country… or perhaps, this whole world. I am not exagger
Before I knew it, I found myself gliding down the aisle, each step feeling heavier than the last as I ventured further into the unknown. Despite the growing uncertainty gnawing at me, my feet seemed determined to carry me forward, each stride marking a path from which there was no turning back.I kept my gaze fixed on the ground before me, my vision obscured by the delicate veil that draped over my face. Through the sheer fabric, I could sense the soft strains of music drifting through the air, mingling with the murmurs of the assembled guests. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, every whisper and rustle adding to the weight of the moment.Underneath the veil, I couldn't help but think about how I had imagined a simple wedding, yet here I was, caught up in something far from it. My interpretation of simplicity clearly didn't align with Vincenzo's, and the ceremony struck a balance between tradition and modernity that I hadn't anticipated.“You should smile, dear,” my mother s
I woke up sore but satiated as I stretched my limbs beneath the soft cotton sheets. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the cozy bedroom. As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, the memories of the previous night flooded back, leaving a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of my lips. Rolling over, I reached out to the empty space beside me, the absence of his warmth a stark reminder of our tangled bodies and whispered promises. The scent of him lingered in the air, a heady mix of musk and cologne that wrapped around me like a comforting embrace. With a contented sigh, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, relishing in the sensation of the plush carpet beneath my bare feet. As I made my way to the bathroom, the sound of running water greeted me, a signal that he was already up and about. The thought of his presence just a few feet away sent a flutter of butterflies dancing in my stomach, a constant reminder of the connection we shared.
The words my mom said before the wedding kept coming back to me, making me feel uneasy. I wanted to forget what she said, but it kept popping into my head.Now, here I am, on what was supposed to be a romantic honeymoon with Vincenzo, but it's turning out to be anything but.We landed in the Maldives a few hours ago after a really long and uncomfortable flight. I pretended to be asleep so I wouldn't have to talk to him. I tried to act like everything was fine, but it wasn't easy.I knew he was mad at me, and I guess it was my fault for upsetting him. But what I said was just the truth.I don't see the point of this fancy honeymoon when he can have me whenever he wants. That's just how things are between us. So why is he so upset?And when he says he cares about me, what does that even mean?Does he really care about me, or is it just something people say without really meaning it? I wish I understood him better. Maybe if we talked about it, we could clear things up.But then again, may
We really enjoyed our time in the Maldives. After that argument in the suite two days ago, we made up immediately that night, which gave us the opportunity to enjoy our stay here in the resort while celebrating our honeymoon.Vincenzo literally left his work while we were here. He didn't even dare open his laptop once. Though, sometimes I can hear him talking to someone during lunch when we're having a break, but that's really all. He didn't spend more time with his work as if he didn't want to spoil our honeymoon.And I appreciate him for that.I knew that being a mafia, a Mafia Boss at that, isn't the easiest job in the world, yet here he is, sparing his days for us—for me.He would get me anything that I crave for, and he never failed to make love with me every night. In the daylight, we would do some activities to keep us busy and entertained, and to say I am happy would definitely be an understatement. I'm delighted!"Hey, Vincenzo," I called out, a playful grin tugging at my lips
My relationship with Vincenzo, though, started badly, but it was never that bad if I were to recall it. He never raised a hand on me, and never deprived me of anything. He also spoiled me with everything that I wanted. Whilst our relationship wasn't any more ordinary than normal couples, upon thinking about it, he was such a husband material.He may be cold, but he never demanded of me anything that he knew I wouldn't want, and even if he did, he always asked my opinion first.So, why? Why did I hate him that much? Perhaps, it could be the fact that he never really tells me about his past. Ella, his family, his background—these were all topics that he had kept hidden from me, I mean, he didn't have to, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt a sense of betrayal gnawing at my heart.As I reflected on our relationship, I couldn't ignore the hurt I felt knowing that Vincenzo had chosen to keep significant parts of his life hidden from me. While our marriage may not have begun wi
My eyes widened as my heart pounded with fear, the cold metal against my head sending shivers down my spine. Every muscle in my body tensed with shock as I struggled to process the gravity of the situation."Come with me," the man's voice cut through the silence, his tone leaving no room for argument.Tears welled up in my eyes as a sense of helplessness washed over me. My mind raced with questions and scenarios, but fear paralyzed me, rendering me incapable of coherent thought or action.As the stranger's command hung in the air, a flurry of questions raced through my mind. Where was Vincenzo? Was he safe? Why was this stranger targeting me?Panic threatened to overwhelm me as I struggled to make sense of the situation. Was Vincenzo in danger too? Had something happened to him on the balcony? Or was this some kind of orchestrated attack?“Faster!” the man said through gritted teeth. The urgency in the stranger's voice snapped me back to the present as he pressed the tip of the gun ag