LOGIN“You've been declining my calls”“I thought you were mad at me”“Really? You want to bring that shit up now? Have you any idea what is going on?”“No, enlighten me—”There was a long silence “Your brother, he convinced your grandfather to limit your administrative control—“I can live with that”“I'm currently on the run”“You can take care of yourself till I get back”“He found out—”Luca's voice grew cold“About what?”“He knows you're in love with her—”Luca groaned silently “So much for my Italian paradise”He looked at Sharon, to confirm if she was sleeping We're going to leave Italy in a few days. I can't risk losing her here. At this point, I need to settle things at home if I'm to be ensured of her safety. I need to keep her in my mansion, under my protection Luca didn't need to know the details, to know that his brother had drawn blood. It was Donald, he knew it was Donald. He balled his fists, as he tried unsuccessfully to control his angerHe had tried to let go of his
As Sharon stared at her reflection in the mirror, she was hit by a wave of nostalgia Six months ago, she was prepping for the same wedding Only it felt like she was getting married to a different person, a new version of Luca Six months prior to that time, she hated him. With every fibre of her being, she loathed him. And he loathed her back He had showed up to the wedding, after bashing his face, and drinking, and fucking his whore—All because he didn't like herSo it was only normal that she would have second thoughtsShe placed her bouquet of roses on the table next to her, and she watched a tear drop It would've smudged her mascara, but she wasn't wearing any. In fact she had no makeup on They both wanted the remake of a wedding that was a direct contrast to the first oneIt was going to be simple. No cameras, no family members, no pretenceJust two people in love Her hair was in a simple messy bun, and her dress was simple, very simple. It was made of cotton She was bare
“What is your name?”The question echoed through the dimly lit roomA young man in his mid twenties sat in a white shirt, and beige pants. It looked loose on him, infact he looked very thin. His eyes were fixed to kis skull at a weird angle, and his wrists were chained on the table in front of himDonald sat across from himThe man looked from left to right, his eyes darted across the room. But there were only two of them—Donald slapped his palm on his face in annoyance Cant you see he is delinquentA few seconds later, a doctor walked into the room, towards the patient “It's alright, he just needs you to answer his question”The doctor patted him on the shoulder, as if to calm him down “What question?”The poor man asked, finally speaking. Donald was beginning to think he was one of the crazy people that had lost his ability to speak “What is your name?”Donald repeated, louder It was as though he went blank, upon hearing the question for the second time. He sat back in his cha
The second quarter of Giny's letter, as translated—“He said he wanted me to live a discrete life, after having his child. But I didn't know, that he would go as far as faking my death—Every day that passed, I was faced with the painful realisation that my boy wasn't going to be normal He couldn't maintain eye contact with me for more than a minute. I had a feeling something was wrong, but I didn't want to believe it In school, he was the clown of the class. He was bullied. His teachers said his grades were bad. His attention span— terrible. He got frustrated, cried, made a mess when he was angry about it allBut he was my boy, my sweet boyIf it didn't get any worse than that, the man wouldn't have noticed—Then he started talking to himself—”One thing was certain, Blake Gray was in an infirmary. Judging by the timeframe of Giny's letter, she was killed way before she could watch him mature into a manHe was a child when they killed her. So if they were to assume that he was betw
Maybe it was fate nudging at him, and telling him that his time in Italy with Sharon was far spent. Maybe he had a feeling that things would soon take a drastic turn Maybe all of that propelled him to want to mark her, to make her his, brand herSo she didn't question his love for her, when the turbulence cameThere he was on one knee, looking dead serious. His eyes carried a hint of expectancy, but he wasn't urging her to agreeHe didn't oblige her to say yes, didn't force her decision.He could've easily kissed the response out of her, or pinned her beneath him till she agreed. But Luca knew what he wanted. And he wanted Sharon to be his, by her own free will A tear slipped down her cheeks, and she turned around. So he wouldn't see her face “I'm sorry, I—She wiped the tears from her eyes, but they came pouring back out“It's fine, we can talk about it”Luca slowly stood up, and placed the ring back in the boxHe watched her cry undisturbed. He had no idea why she cried, but he w
Luca slowly drank down a glass of water, tapping his fingers on the glass as he swallowed She watched him, as he breathed, as his Adams apple movedHe placed the glass on a table, and proceeded to stand casually in front of herHe was teasing her, punishing her“Luca—”She called, growing impatient Her legs were spread in front of him, and she could feel herself dripHer hands were fastened together, so there was nothing she could do, absolutely nothing Finally, he knelt between her legsAnd kissed her from her toes, up to her thighsHe used his teeth to slowly drag down her panties Sharon tried to close her legs, but he was kneeling between them. “You wanted this Baby girl”he said as he kissed her inner thighHis eyes found hers, but she looked away almost immediately, out of embarrassment “Look at me”He ordered Reluctantly, she turned to look at him. Her cheeks were flushed red“It's beautifulHe placed a finger on her clit, and rubbed it back and forthHas anyone touched y







