Mario's POV
Going back to my homeland for this grand meeting gives me a high strung on my nerves. I pour another round of whiskey on my glass and I offer it to Fleur who's sitting in front of me, staring out the airplane window, wearing simple overalls with her jeans. She's not wearing makeup and her straight hair is effortlessly parted in the middle making her look so luscious. Her top is loose but anyone can tell her breast is full.
She still sulking from the tracker I put inside her. I expected her to ignore my offer but she grabs it and swallows the whole gold liquid in the glass but not before inhaling the strong scent. Her face contorts as the alcohol burns in her throat. I
Fleur's PovThere's no way telling how the weather would be outside. It was sunny one minute and cloudy the next. I stare outside the window and finding this new city so beautiful. it had a lot of greenery that may be looking like a golf course from above here. I was served my breakfast in the room when I woke up. Mario is always nowhere to be found in the morning, he's rushing out to work as if he doesn't sleep at all however he usually leaves a note saying to eat up. I felt his touches linger on my skin. The way he touched me last night was different. he kept kissing me in between sex.
Mario's POVTo be ruthless at times is very essential, especially when you're related to an idiot. It's frustrating dealing with Oscar's shit. If he wasn't a big help in our clan I would have cut off his tongue but I have better plans for him soon to teach him a lesson to stop creating drama and learn to keep information to himself about my business with Fleur. My sister didn't need that information regarding Fleur's mothers' insurance mishaps.Fleur was quiet over lunch two days ago and she would only talk one or two sentences when asked something throughout the rest of the day.I could tell something is off about her, perhaps meeting my sister Virginia. Her presence can be intimidating at times and can make anyone easily uncomfortable, or perhaps Fleur probably wants that vacation at the lake house. Whatever the reason is, it will r
Fleur's POVSleep has been absent from finding out what Mario has done to my mother's insurance, I knew there was some kind of scam from denying my mother's benefit but I didn't know its because of Mario. He deliberately put me in that situation. I'm dumb enough to trust and take Vina's offer. I'm now more mad than sad for not having the opportunity to have a degree. I badly want to take revenge but how? it's just impossible the only rational thing to do is to leave and get the hell away from this kind of life I'm being forced to live. If I don't play my cards right I could end up in a much worst situation, I've done a pretty good job avoiding Mario's heavy hands. I can't act out now.I look at my image In the mirror, the dress t
Mario's POVThe sweet malty wet taste lingers in my mouth as I watch Fleur leave the room. I feel my father's hand on my shoulder egging me to sit and join him for one drink before he goes down and welcomes everyone.I gulp the rest of my drink in the glass as I wait in anticipation of what my father thinks about Fleur."Son, you already know what needs to be done with her." my father pours another round of whiskey on his glass and mine."I changed my mind about her dad. I'm keeping her, of course with your blessing." I say with full of distinction while I sip on my glass."I've always been fond of your humor son. Tell me, what would you do if I have her taken away this instant?"
34Readers, thanks for the support!Love love you!Fleur's Point of viewRemoving the tracker off my body was more painful than inserting it; however, I'm grateful that Mario had it taken out the minute I arrived in the lake house but not before he had me three times that day. He mentioned how impressed he was with me meeting his father, and I deserve this break.I stand by the patio entrance looking at the lake's calmness as I wait for Grace to finish cooking our lunch. I hear her singing in the background. The same old Grace, it's always nice to have her around. She has that touch with people, not like the people I've recentl
Mario's Point of viewFleur's body limps soft as I choke her. I ceased squeezing her tiny neck when I felt her body stop to struggle. I glide the back of my index finger on the beaded sweats on her forehead before letting her lay flat. She's truly captivating. I'm hooked to my core. I will kill anyone who takes her away. I will even go up against my father; however, I'm very confident that it wouldn't reach that level for my plan will pull through, and I can marry Fleur freely with no reservation. Intense deep of total submission is all I want around Fleur, perhaps an obsession or love as what they call it. Love.This word. Fleur has become my drug. I'm an addict that will never recover from her. After I fix myself a stiff liquor drink, I sat next to Fleur, just staring at her beautiful sleeping form.Never would I ever thought I'm capable of saying such a word. After my sister's engagement, my father has becom
Fleur's PovWeddings are usually joyous moments, but it'll be the total opposite when the bride is forced to Wed the groom of her not liking. I sit silently at the very well-styled table next to Mario. The Food served was presented elegantly and very delicious. The whole reception looks incredibly glamorous, as if it was two of the biggest celebrity having their union tied. Everyone is wearing white as part of the theme.I look at Amber, who's seated a few tables away, sulking and wearing one of the most beautiful wedding dresses I've ever seen. She didn't hide her disgust towards her groom Oscar who's looking drunk. Perhaps Oscar was forced and
Mario's Point of viewIt took one month, in the making, for this diamond ring to finish. A 19-carat cushion cut diamond with a thin, delicate pave band covered in smaller diamonds is what Fleur deserves. It's a beautiful ring, but knowing her, she'd rather have some alone time at the lake house. These are the only demands that are consistent. She developed a strong connection to it. It possibly reminds her of her mother. I don't mind, but she should be able to indulge in some luxury shopping now and then, rather than just when I force her to.She no longer gives me a reason to beat her. She knows perfectly well to have some discipline around me and not to push my buttons. Things are l