VINCENZO
For days, I continued this silent vigil, finding solace in the mere sight of her presence. It wasn't easy to hold myself back, to resist the urge to wake her up and hold her in my arms. But I knew I needed time to heal, both physically and emotionally, before I could be the man she deserved.
And then, after a week of watching and waiting, I finally decided that it was time. It was time to step out of the shadows and reveal myself to her once again.
My heart clenched at the sight I met – my sweet angel was trapped in a nightmare, and this time, it was because of me. Her forehead was creased with worry, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she cried out in her sleep.
I moved to her side swiftly, my heart aching at her distress. Gently, I shook her, trying to rouse her from the torment of her dream. Gradually, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with a mixture of confusion and hope. She couldn't quite see me, yet.
ANYATHREE MONTHS LATERI woke up with an uneasy feeling in my lower abdomen. My stomach tightened, and I moved around the room, trying to ease the discomfort.As I shifted, a sudden, sharp pain shot through me, causing my eyes to widen in alarm. My hand instinctively went to my belly, feeling the tension there. Oh, no. It couldn't be...The sensation of wetness between my legs confirmed my fears. My water had broken. Panic fluttered in my chest as I rushed to the bathroom, managing to keep my composure despite the urgency of the situation. I took a quick shower, changed into fresh clothes, and tied my hair up in a bun.Walking carefully, I made my way outside. The pain in my belly seemed to intensify, and I winced, my hand cradling the growing life inside me.Downstairs, everyone was gathered in the living room. Alessia, Cosima, and Blanca were sewing tiny clothes for my soon-to-arrive little angel. We had
ANYAONE MONTH LATERI was incredibly excited today. I was finally going to become Anya Cassano. Since Vincenzo had asked me to marry him, I had been eagerly awaiting this day.I didn't need to call a makeup artist; I already had a professional makeup artist as my best friend. Alessia didn't allow me to see what she was doing until she was finished."You can look at yourself now," she said with an excited tone. With a shaky smile, I turned to the mirror and stared at my reflection.I gasped when I saw myself. I had never known that I could look this beautiful. One thing that stood out was my hair, which was packed into a low bun. White flowers were pinned around my hair, and an elegant crystal tiara graced my head.I looked at my face; shimmery mascara accentuated my eyes. She hadn't used false lashes but had simply applied mascara.The foundation matched my skin tone perfectly, and she had chosen a m
ANYABeing in a huge castle doesn't mean you are really enjoying yourself. Just because you have all you need, that does not mean you are really happy. It can mean you are trapped. That was the feeling I had now. I felt trapped.As I sat in the dining room of the grand mansion, surrounded by the luxuries that money could buy, a heavy weight settled on my heart. The grandeur of the place only served as a reminder of the prison I found myself in. The gilded walls and sparkling chandeliers couldn't mask the pain and emptiness that consumed me.Just because I was in a place where my every desire could be fulfilled, it didn't mean that my life was filled with joy and contentment. Behind closed doors, hidden from the prying eyes of the outside world, I endured a life of torment. This magnificent façade was a facade, a charade carefully crafted to deceive others.I longed to break free from the chains that bound me to this place, both physically and emotionally. The people I called my family
ANYAAfter ensuring that no prying ears were nearby, I retrieved a small, discreet phone from my hiding spot and dialled an unknown number. My heart raced with anticipation as the phone rang, each passing second intensifying my longing to hear his voice. Finally, after two rings, he answered."Hey, Erik," I whispered, a hint of excitement and relief lacing my words."Anya," he greeted, his voice carrying its usual brightness. Just hearing his voice brought a radiant smile to my face, despite the circumstances."How are you doing?" I inquired, eager to catch up on his life, even if our conversations were shrouded in secrecy."Fine," he replied, his tone a mixture of optimism and caution. He understood the importance of discretion and the risks that came with our communication.My heart ached at the thought of him being isolated and manipulated just like me, trapped in this web of deceit. But in our clandestine conversations, we found solace and strength in each other's unwavering suppo
ANYAIt was 9am in the morning when I got out of bed. I did my morning activities and went downstairs. Everywhere was strangely quiet and I could not see any of the maids around.I paused in front of Uncle’s office when I heard raised voices. His door was half opened and I inched closer to hear what they were saying. Now I knew why everywhere was quiet. I spotted Maksim, the Bratva’s boss sitting on Uncle’s chair. I was scared of Maksim. He was the one who tried to rape me some years back.My heart raced as I listened to the heated conversation between Uncle Pietro and Maksim. Their words were muffled, but the tension in the room was palpable. I couldn't tear my gaze away from Maksim, his imposing figure emanating a chilling aura. Memories of that fateful night flooded my mind, the terror and helplessness resurfacing.Uncle Pietro's involvement in the dangerous underworld of the mafia had always been a source of fear and
ANYA As I hurriedly made my way through the dimly lit streets, my heart pounded in my chest. Every step took me closer to the one place where I knew I would find solace—Zoya's house. She had been my confidante, my rock, and my pillar of support for the past five years. Together, we had weathered storms and shared countless secrets, forming an unbreakable bond that transcended the facade of our lives. Zoya's home was a sanctuary, a place where I could momentarily escape the suffocating grip of my uncle and aunt's influence. I knew she would welcome me with open arms and provide the comfort and understanding that I desperately craved in this moment of chaos. As I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart sank and a wave of disbelief crashed over me. The sight before me felt like a cruel joke, shattering the trust I had placed in both Zoya and Alek, my boyfriend of two years. The room seemed to spin as I struggled to process the scene unfolding befo
ANYAA sound to my left startled me, and my eyes widened with a mix of fear and confusion. How did I end up deep inside the woods? Panic began to grip me as I realized I had lost all sense of direction. I desperately tried to retrace my steps, but the dense trees and unfamiliar surroundings only added to my disorientation.Frantically, I scanned the area, searching for any recognizable landmarks, but my efforts proved futile. The sinking feeling of being utterly lost washed over me, fuelling my growing unease. I was trapped in a labyrinth of nature's embrace, and the realization hit me like a ton of bricks.As I pushed forward, my focus fixed on finding my way back, I failed to notice the treacherous slope that lay ahead. Before I could react, my footing gave way, and I tumbled downwards, caught in a relentless descent. The world seemed to blur around me as I crashed and rolled, pain coursing through my body with each impact.Finally, I c
ANYAThe threat in his words echoed in my ears, sending shivers down my spine. Reluctantly, I nodded, swallowing my pride and suppressing the urge to fight back. My life depended on my ability to navigate this treacherous path with caution.Dragged into a small room, I stumbled and fell to the floor as one of the men pushed me roughly. Pain shot through my legs, intensifying the agony that had already consumed me. Wincing, I cradled my limbs, attempting to alleviate the throbbing ache coursing through my body.In that moment, my thoughts turned to Erik, my young brother. I had lost my phone during the fall, and the realization that he would be left vulnerable and I couldn't bear the idea of leaving him alone, vulnerable to the clutches of my treacherous uncle and aunt. The weight of that responsibility weighed heavily on my heart.Tears welled in my eyes as the thought of never seeing Erik again threatened to shatter my resolve. I couldn'