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Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━The glowing white screen of the tablet was the only light left burning in my dark bedroom.It was way past midnight, and the rest of the house was completely dead and silent. I sat curled up in the middle of my mattress, my legs crossed tightly, staring down at the beautiful software Raphael had built for me.With a soft swipe of my finger, a new page of my study notes glided into view. Everything was perfectly organized. The complex, heavy layout of the book had been broken down into clean, simple charts that my brain could actually understand without freezing up. There were no confusing walls of text, no crowded paragraphs to make my eyes swim. He had even color-coded the different algorithms, matching them to the exact way my memory worked.I let out a low, shaky breath, a hot ball of anger tightening in my stomach.I hate him. My fingers gripping the edges of the tablet a little too hard. I absolutely hate him.I was still so incredibly pissed off at the way he had
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━My mind went completely blank as I stared down at the glowing screen of my phone.The small, neat letters of the message blurry before my eyes. “Gianna, my love, is this you?” The name Leone Caruso burst through the floorboards, tearing up everything beautiful we had just built in this room. My chest felt tight, the air completely stuck in my throat. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.Slowly, I forced my eyes away from the screen and looked up at Raphael.The muscles in his neck were stretched tight, a thick vein pulsing, and his eyes were darker now. He looked so pissed off it made my stomach drop into a freezing pit of ice."Your ex-fiancé?" Raphael repeated, his deep voice dropped into a hiss that made the hairs on my arms stand straight up, "It’s the same man you love, right? The one you couldn't forget.""Yes," I gasped out automatically, the panic making my brain short-circuit. Then, my eyes widened as I realized what I had just said, and I shook my head vio
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━Three screens glowed in front of me.Lines of code scrolled endlessly down black backgrounds. Security architecture, adaptive recognition systems, predictive correction patterns, font rendering adjustments and eye-tracking response timing.I leaned back slightly in my chair, adjusting my glasses higher on the bridge of my nose while another test simulation ran across the left monitor.FAILED.My jaw tightened.“No,” I muttered quietly.I reached forward immediately, rewriting the response delay. Again. The simulation reran. This time the words stabilized correctly.I watched the text shift across the screen carefully. I dragged one hand down my face slowly, exhaustion pressing heavily behind my eyes. I honestly couldn't remember the last time I slept properly.Probably before she walked into my life like a damn hurricane.The memory of her crying in the woods last night flashed through my head again.Pain helps me focus.My chest tightened instantly. Fuck. I hated tha
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━My knees shook so badly under my dark trousers that I had to press my palm against the cool wooden doorframe just to keep myself from collapsing onto the floor.I took a tiny, hesitant step forward, the soles of my shoes making a small scraping sound against the wood. Nobody blinked. Nobody shifted in their seats."Good... good morning," I whispered, my voice coming out as a tiny, pathetic squeak.Nothing. No one answered.My mother slowly picked up her cloth napkin, wiped the corner of her mouth with slow movements, and looked right past me, staring at the window. I turned my desperate eyes toward my little sister, Jules. Usually, the second I walked into a room, Jules would jump up, her bright eyes shining as she ran over to wrap her arms around my waist. But today, she kept her head down. She picked up her heavy silver spoon and began tracing the edge of her bowl over and over again, completely ignoring me, her little face hard and tight.A hot, stinging burn rushed
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I lay flat on the mattress, the black sheets pulled all the way up to my shoulders to keep out the chill of the night air. I wasn't cold at all, though. I was tucked tightly against the side of his warm body, wrapped completely in his arms. Raphael was fast asleep. His long, thick eyelashes were closed tight against his high cheekbones, and his chest rose and fell calmly. My head rested right on the center of his strong, hard bicep. It felt like a solid block of marble beneath my cheek, but it was the most comfortable pillow I had ever known in my entire life. A small, soft smile pulled at the corners of my lips as I looked up at his face. Raphael was a very deep sleeper, and that thought made my heart swell with a sweet, secret happiness. In the daytime, he was always so guarded. His eyes were constantly scanning the room, his jaw was always clenched tight. But right now, he was sleeping so deeply, I could finally do what I always wanted to do. I could just look
Gianna | Age 16 The cold metal of the chair dug hard into the backs of my legs. Thick leather straps were wrapped tight around my wrists and my ankles, holding me down so I couldn't move a single inch. My heart was beating so fast and hard against my ribs it felt like it was going to burst right out of my chest. I was wearing my favorite light blue summer dress. It had small white flowers all over it, but right now, the fabric was crumpled and messy. The doctor had forced my knees wide apart, leaving my legs parted while he stood right in front of me, shining a bright, blinding light down at me. He had a thick clipboard in one hand and a shiny black pen in the other, his cold gray eyes studying me like I was an animal in a cage. "Let us talk about your focus, Gianna," the doctor said. He didn't look at my face; he just stared down at his notes. He adjusted his big glasses with one long, pale finger, "Tell me about your reading this week." A heavy wave of dread washed over my skin,







