Molly:The rest of the days were spent in silence by Farrell and me. He did not bother talking to me; he just let me be, and boy am I relieved. I ate in my room, and he ate in the dining room or wherever.He gave me permission to go for a morning walk today through Rose. We were on our way back now. Farrell’s car was pulling out as soon as we turned onto our street.He rolled down the window and gave me a blank stare.“Get ready; I will be right back. We are leaving for London today,” he said, winding up the window.After that, his car drove away, and I stood there watching his entourage until it vanished. Killing this man should be on my list because who did he think he was to treat me like garbage?***********I got dressed about an hour later. I dressed in baggy jeans, a mesh top, and a hoodie. While I waited for Farrell, Rose assisted me in packing my belongings. He arrived a few minutes after I had finished getting dressed.“We have to leave right now!” He said it with every inch
Molly:A lady entered the room right away. My brows furrowed as I locked my gaze on her. Allowing women into our room was outrageous, and I was about to lash out at Farrell when she spoke up.“Carlo!” she called out as she walked over to hug him. She buried herself in him, and Farrell remained motionless.“I see you have made it out of rehab prison once more,” he said, his face hardened.Then she drew back and smiled oddly. I lay down and watched them without speaking.“And who is she? Another one of your girly thingies?” She said, pulling away from him and looking at me.Girlie thingy? This infuriated me, and I tried to keep my rage in check.“That is my wife, and you should be careful how you address her,” Farell said, gritting his teeth and holding this lady at arm’s length.I was relieved that he was putting her in her place, but that did not justify her barging into our room. I could not imagine if she had come in two minutes earlier, she would have discovered Farrell’s hands buri
Molly:I noticed Courtney accompanying Farrell to the stage. My face hardened immediately, and I scrunched it up with my hands, which I squeezed into a fist. Before walking down to the front of the stage, she gave Farrell a quick hug.That was supposed to be me. I swear she gave me a brief glance and pretended I was not there. What was it with all these women?“Attention, everyone,” Farrell said, tapping the microphone.I could not hear a thing Farrell was saying because my blood was boiling and I was green with envy.My mind was only on the fact that this woman stood in front of him flirting with him, and he seemed to enjoy it because his gaze was fixed on her. He did not even bother looking around the hall to see if I was there.My heart hurt so much, but there was nothing I could do. When I could not stand it any longer, I turned around and walked over to the table with drinks and snacks. I opened one bottle.“Hey,” Paula said to me as I reached for a glass.When I turned around, th
Molly:“Fuck you!” I screamed in a high-pitched voice, tears stinging my eyes. I threw my shoes at both of them, then banged on the door and started walking away.My vision was becoming blurry, but I did not mind. Farrell bolted from the room, and when I noticed he was following me, I quickened my pace. I dashed out of the wing and into the main hallway, which led to the staircase.“Molly!” I heard him yell in an angry voice, and I started running.I ran into Paula, who had just finished having the time of her life.“Hey,” she called out to me, but I dashed past her and down the stairs. When I got downstairs, I saw the butler who had helped me down. I approached him and kissed him on the lips.“Molly!” When Farrell yelled, everyone in the hall turned to face him.The music was changed to a slow one, making everything as quiet as possible. I let go of the man and turned around to see Farrell, enraged. He approached the butler and punched him in the face repeatedly until he collapsed to
Molly:I awoke with a throbbing headache and a body that felt as heavy as a rock. I was supposed to be hurt and broken all over, but my head only ached.When I opened my eyes, I realized I was in the room I shared with Farrell at their London home. My body was fine, and there were no bruises of any kind on it. I was fine and kicking.Despite my headache, I dragged myself out of bed and walked out of the room. The more I strode down the long hallway, the more I heard voices. They appeared to be having a heated argument.“Do you realize what you have fucking done, Carlo?” A man yelled at the top of his lungs.“This means war. This fucking means war!” He kept saying.My heart thumped in tandem with my headache, but I was still curious to know what was wrong. Their voices became more audible after I exited the hallway and descended the stairs.“If it means destroying the world to keep my wife safe, I will do it!” My stomach tightened when I heard Farrell yell in his husky tone. They were t
Farrell:When she said those words, I looked at her blankly. This woman was insane. She occasionally drove me insane, but this had to be the worst.“Are you out of your mind?” I yelled at her.Her hands trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks as she took deep breaths.“What do you think, Farrell? Maybe I am insane. I am crazy for falling in love with my captor, a man I am supposed to despise, a man who has caused me so much pain,” she said, putting down the gun.She placed it on my chest and walked away. Nothing was worse than a woman overcome with emotion wielding a gun, so I am glad that was over.‘‘Perhaps I am insane for caring for someone who is supposed to be my husband and companion. Maybe I am insane, Farrell! I am crazy and delusional about my husband possibly cheating on me,’’ she said, holding her head as she sobbed.It hurt a lot to see her in this state. I wish I could let her in. I wanted to, but I did not want her to be a part of my shady past. I loved her so much, a
I woke up to the warm rays of the morning sun on my face. As I reached out for Farell, I realized he wasn’t there. I got up to check on him in the bathroom, but he wasn’t there either. As I turned to leave, I bumped into his bare chest. He had just returned from a run and was all sweaty.“I had to go for a brief run,” he said, and I couldn’t help but stare at his sweatpants. His prints were visible from all the sweat, and I bit my lips unconsciously.“Molly!” he called out, bringing me back to reality. I pushed myself onto his body and said, “Look, I’m all sweaty too. I’ll need a bath too.”He smirked at me and pulled off his sweatpants, allowing his cock to dangle in the open. He walked into the bathroom, and I followed him immediately.We didn’t have time, so we decided to take a quick shower. As Farrell turned on the shower, I grabbed the soap and rubbed it on his body. He stared at me as I covered him with soap and cupped his cock in my hand, working it.“Fuck! God, Molly!” he moan
Molly:Farrell and I headed home. It had only been one day but I for sure missed Italy. Even though I didn't get a proper introduction, meeting his family has to be the top of my worst experiences so far.The fact he was probably hurt still pricked my heart. If only he could let me in. I had tried in many ways. I didn't want to just be an object he obsessed over, I wanted to be his companion. The fact we were married meant more than having sex regularly, and buying expensive things. But I doubt he realized that.I was tired of staying at home too. I needed a job to get out and see the world. While I was lost in thought the door to the room was flung open and Farell walked in.He leaned against the door shirtless with a plain expression on his face. I watched him in confusion before he sauntered up to me."You look full, and I do not like it," he said standing in front of me.He lifted my chin to get a better view of my face then I took a deep breath before blurting out the words."I