Obsessed, He Spoils Me Rotten

The wedding dress was suffocating. White. Layers of tulle. Tiny crystals that caught the light and made me look like a princess.I felt like a prisoner."Olivia, stand still." My mother's voice was sharp. "The veil isn't straight."I didn't move. I couldn't. Every muscle in my body was frozen. Every instinct was screaming at me to run.Run. Run. Run."Olivia." Beatrice stepped in front of me, inspecting me like I was a doll she was about to discard. Her eyes were cold. Calculating. "You look... acceptable, I suppose."I stared at her. "Acceptable?""Don't get excited." She smoothed a strand of my hair, her touch sharp and condescending. "You're not beautiful. You never have been. But the dress helps. It distracts from your... inadequacies."My blood boiled. "You're enjoying this.""I'm enjoying watching you finally be useful." Beatrice smiled, and it was sharp as glass. "For once in your miserable life, you're doing something for this family. You should be grateful.""Grateful." I lau

At the Villa ~Staff members rushed through the halls. Flowers were being arranged. Music was being tested. The small group of guests—Diego's trusted inner circle were being seated in the garden.And I was standing in front of a mirror, staring at my reflection.The dress was stunning. White silk. Simple elegance. Nothing like the heavy, suffocating gown my mother had chosen. Diego had chosen this one. He'd had it delivered this morning, along with a note:"Wear this, gattina. It matches your eyes."My eyes were brown. The dress was white and filled with wonderful designs. But somehow, I understood what he meant.He saw me. The real me. Not the version my family wanted me to be."What are you doing?"I spun around. My father was standing in the doorway, his face red with rage. His suit was rumpled. His tie was crooked. He looked like he'd been running."You," he spat. "You selfish, ungrateful—""Father—""Don't you dare speak to me!" He stormed into the room. "Do you have any idea wha

•Olivia•I woke up in his arms.His body was wrapped around mine like he was afraid I'd disappear. His breath was warm against my neck. His hand was splayed across my stomach, possessive even in sleep.I didn't move. I didn't want to.I just lay there, feeling his heartbeat against my back. Feeling the weight of his arm around me. Feeling... safe.Last night flooded back.The way he'd worshipped every inch of my body. The way he'd whispered my name like a prayer. The way he'd stopped, even when he was desperate, to make sure I was okay.I'd never felt so cherished."Good morning, gattina."His voice was thick with sleep. Rough. Sexy. I felt his lips press against the back of my neck.I turned my head. He was smiling at me. His eyes were soft. Warm. Full of something I'd never seen directed at me before.Love."Good morning," I whispered.He kissed my forehead. "How do you feel?"I thought about it. About last night. About everything."Happy," I said. "I feel happy."His smile widened.