“You look so beautiful,” Zia(aunt) Maria said, admiration evident in her voice.The living room buzzed with activities, and guests filled the space. Laughter and chatter make this feel like this was a normal wedding, but I doubt my parents will tell people they are selling off their youngest daughter.“Why are you standing there moping?”mamma's voice cut through the noise. “Finish up. We will leave soon.”Sighing, I went to my room and grabbed my phone.Messages flooded my phone, friends congratulating me on the wedding, gushing about how I got to be the one to finally marry Alessandro DeLuca . If only they knew.“We should get going”, Alessia said, stepping into my room. “Papà is getting impatient.”I exhaled, grabbed my purse and followed her.In the car, I grateful to sit beside Alessia, away from the endless talks of how fortunate I supposedly was. These people know about Alessandro’s doings, so why is everyone acting like it’s a blessing to marry someone that kills people that c
ELENAThe ride to Alessandro’s estate was silent, except for the soft hum of the radio. I have never been to his house so I didn’t know what to expect, the uncertainty ate me deep but I didn’t dare to ask. Alessandro sat beside me, scrolling through this phone with an infuriating calmness, completely unaffected by my presence. I wish he would say something to break this unbearable silence.“Do you have anything to say?” I was startled by his voice, he must have caught me staring at him.I cleared my throat, “No, I don’t.”Just then the car pulled in front of a massive gate.I took in the estate beyond it. It was massive. bigger than my family’s home by far. Did he really live here alone? I had met his mother at the wedding; she had seemed kind, how does someone like her give birth to a man like him?.The car rolled to a stop. As we stepped out, the grand doors of the house swung open revealing an older woman, standing there.“Welcome Signora Elena. She greeted me warmly, as she mad
ALESSANDRO Elena was late.I drummed my fingers impatiently on the car seat, my jaw tightening as I waited. This must be a way of her rebelling against me. Childish I must say.I pulled out my phone to call her but remembered I didn’t have her number. Annoyed, I debated sending the driver inside to fetch her, when the door finally swung open.she walked out gracefully, suitcase in hand, dressed in one of the many outfits I had bought her. The ones she didn’t appreciate.“You’re late”, I said as she opened the car and slid in.“Yes, I am”. She replied smoothly, completely unfazed.“Give me your number”. I pushed my phone towards her and she took it, entered the number and handed it back to me.“Let’s go”. I ordered the driver, tucking my phone in my breast pocket.“Next time, I won’t be so patient to wait for you, you will simply meet me there”.Silence.The drive to the airport was quick, My private jet was already prepped. The captain was waiting to collect our bags. As we boarded,
ELENA“Your husband is a monster”, Alessia said over the phone. I had just finished telling her what happened at the airport.“I agree”, I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me.“But the creep deserved it. Thank God Alessandro got there on time”.“He did”. I acknowledged. But I never thanked him, deep down, I knew he hadn’t done it for me, he was just furious that someone had dared to lay their hands on what he considered his property.“How was your wedding night?”. She asked, switching the topics.I recalled that night, how Alessandro didn’t utter a word to me. “It was… great.”“Don’t lie to me”, her voice carried an amused edge.I sighed. “Fine, we just went to our separate bedrooms and called it a night.”She was quiet for a while then she spoke.“Elena, if you want to survive in that marriage, you have to make him want you, you do know that whatever resentment he holds for Papà, he’s going to take it out on you.“I know this might sound like I am telling you to seduce him, but
ELENAThe vibration of my phone startled me from sleep.I sat up, looking around the room. no sign of movement to show someone was here with me. He had left.I heaved a sigh of relief, after what he did yesterday, his face was the last thing I wanted to see this morning. I rose up, arranged the bed and was on my way out when something caught my eye.A fileCuriosity got the better of me, a file. I picked it up, my name etched in bold letters across the front. My heart pounded as I flipped it open. The moment I did, several photographs slipped from its pages, fluttering on the floor. I crouched down, gathering them in trembling hands.My breath hitched They were pictures of me taken over the past two months. Me with Alessia. Me with college friends. Me in places I hadn’t realized I was being watched.A sick feeling twisted in my stomachHad he been keeping tabs on me all this while?Suddenly, I felt exposed. Like unseen eyes were watching me. My gaze searched the room looking for hidd
ALESSANDRO I watched as Elena rambled on about our non-existent happy marriage. If I didn’t know her, I might have believed every word.“And that was how we met.” She finished one of her tales with a satisfied smile.“I didn’t peg you to be the romantic type, Alessandro.” Mr Gold remarked , amused.I turned to look at her, having no idea of what she had told him.“Oh, honey, don’t give me that look.” She teased.“I was just telling Mr. Gold about the first time you saw me. You know, in the club, I was dancing, and you couldn’t take your eyes off me. So you sent your men to call me but I turned you down. I thought that was the end of it, but then you followed me outside, begging for a date. You looked so pitiful and I couldn’t say no. As they say, the rest is history.”“Elena.” I murmured, low enough that only she could hear it. “Stop it.”She met my eyes, winked and turned back to Mr Gold.“It was lovely talking to you Elena, it will be nice to catch up again, if your husband lets y
ELENAI knew better than to question him, the way he spoke, the tone of his voice, he terrified me. I had no choice but to obey.I sat in the car, silent, my knees pressed tightly together as I gripped my phone.What has Papà done this time?. I quickly sent a text to Alessia:“What’s happening”Her reply came almost instantly:“I don’t understand.”Confusion clawed at me. isn’t she aware? My eyes met Alessandro’s at the rearview mirror. but I quickly looked away. he said nothing, his gaze fixed in the road, his jaw clenched.I typed again:“What has Papà done this time that has Alessandro fuming?. We are driving over to the house now.”When I got no response, I knew she had gone to tell them. I placed my phone on my lap and watched as we neared the estate. My pulse quickened, a desperate prayer in my mind: please let nothing go wrong.The gates of my parents’ house came into view. I unfastened my seatbelt, ready to be free of the confined space with him.He parked outside the gate
Immediately the gun touched my temple, my blood ran cold. My chest pounded as my body went still. I tried to move, but his grip was strong.The room had fallen deathly silent, Lorenzo’s body still sprawled across the floor, blood splattered everywhere like gruesome painting. “Put your fucking guns down,” Papá ordered, standing up from his chair. His face, a mix of shock and worry. “Put the gun down, and we can talk about this,” Papà said, taking a cautious step towards us.“Do not fucking come close, or there will be more than one body on the floor,” Alessandro growled, His voice sending shivers down my spine. my body trembled beneath his hold. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart, but it wasn’t working.They were still talking, but I couldn’t hear a thing.Their voices blurred, drowned by the fear in my head. How did I get here?Held at gunpoint by my husband.I looked over at Alessia, her eyes were on me, wide and glassy. The tears she'd been holding finally spilled
ALESSANDRO “How was the game?” Papà asked, his hands holding mine firmly. We were on our way to the car park after a baseball game.“It was spectacular,” I said smiling. People breezed past us to get to their cars. Mamma and Luisa had gone for a spa date. We were going to meet them at our favorite restaurant to celebrate our team winning.“Number 10 is a fucking good player,” I continued. “Words. Sandro,” Papá cautioned but he was smiling. “Mamma isn’t here, and you’re not going to tell on me, would you?” I kicked a stone to the side, my hands tightening around his.“I won’t. Only because she would be mad at me too.” “Excuse me Mr DeLuca. Can I take a picture?” A photographer who had been at the game stopped me and Papà.“Sure.” Papà looked at me for approval and I nodded my head.“This way, please.” He led us to the side of the field. The sun was too hot so I had to shield my face with my hand.Papà nudged me to his side as the photographer took a picture.“Another one.” I held
ELENAEveryone’s eyes darted between us. Alessandro sat down and started eating like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb shell on his family. “You’re pregnant?” Rosa asked, staring at me.“Yes.”“How far long?”“Five months,” I replied. The room fell silent. their unspoken words loud and clear. I could almost hear what they were thinking. If she’s five months in, does it mean she was pregnant before marriage?.’Like my Family, Alessandro’s were traditional. I should have known. He had brought me here to humiliate me. To paint me like a whore. Was this punishment for not telling him who I was with earlier?“You got pregnant before the wedding? Gaia asked.“Yes,” I replied. shifting uncomfortably in my seat. “Why didn’t you tell me this? Alessandro,” Rosa turned to him.“Nothing, Mamma.” “I am sorry,” I directed to her. “We didn’t mean to hide it from you.”“But you did.” She said, sounding disappointed.“Let us eat.” She picked up her fork and dug it into her steak.The sound of forks on
ELENA“Keys,” he demanded as soon as I stepped out.I stretched out my hand, and he snatched the keys from me, opened the driver’s door and slid in.“Get in,” He ordered.I obeyed without hesitation. We needed to leave before he saw Alex. I would text him when I got home and explain why I left. I slipped into the passenger seat, and we drove off. Neither of us saying a thing, the silence between us stretched. Why wasn’t he asking me? Does he already know?Then I noticed, this wasn’t the road home.I turned to him “Where are we going?” “You will know when we get there,” He replied flatly, his eyes never leaving the road.I scoffed and looked out the window. It was summer now and the leaves were lush and green. We passed a park where children played with their parents. my heart twisted. Would my baby ever have a moment like this? A father to lift her onto his shoulders, a mother to wipe ice cream from her chin? The uncertainty ate me deep. Five months gone..four to go.I was pulled f
ELENA“Asshole,” I muttered as he shut the door behind him.I got up from the bed, went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I returned back to my room, checked my phone only to realize I hadn’t answered Alex's last text.“No.” I replied to his last text asking if Alessandro was with me. I don’t know where this is leading to. But I will play along. I am bored as hell.“Want to meet up for coffee tomorrow?” His text came instantly like he’s been on his phone waiting for my reply.I smiled to myself. I wasn’t busy tomorrow. I hadn’t painted in a while, I had been so caught up with Alessandro that I had forgotten about the art exhibition. It was drawing close and I was still hell bent on attending. even if he’s against it.“That would be nice,” I texted back. set my phone down, and crawled into bed.The next morning, I stood in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection. my stomach was starting to look obvious. I was already late for my meet up with Alex, but I just couldn’t stop st
ELENAI laid on my bed, hands on my tummy as I gave it a gentle massage. The day had stressed me out so much I was cramping a little.Alessandro wasn’t back yet. He must have gone after Aria to soothe her feelings for being harsh to her. I picked up my phone and went through my messages, one caught my attention.“Good day Elena. I don’t know if you will remember me, it’s Alex from the party.”I searched my brain trying to recall any Alex I met at a party. Then it clicked. “Hi.” I texted back.His reply came instantly.“She replies.”I sent a laughing emoji. “Isn’t the essence of a text to get a reply back?”“I know. I just didn’t think you were going to reply.”He wrote.I got up from my bed, went to the mini freezer and got an Ice cream. I was suddenly craving sugar. My cramps are long gone.“Why would you think that?” “I figured your husband wouldn’t be happy with you texting other men.”I rolled my eyes at the text, even though he couldn’t see me.“Luckily for me, my husband doe
ALESSANDRO I was already having a bad day. With the whole Luca shit and Elena pushing me off her. I’d hit my limit for the day. Then, Aria happened.I have no idea why she was back, and frankly, I didn’t care. Aria had never been to my house before. I didn’t like bringing women to my home, it’s my personal sanctuary. until Elena.Listening to her talk all that shit about not liking how we ended, made me wonder if she’d forgotten we never dated. Cutting her off in the past was easy. This time, I would do it again if she crosses more boundaries with me.I knew Elena was at the door, peeking. Which was why I held Aria’s waist as she straddled me. She took it as an invitation to touch me, I was disgusted by her hands on me, couldn’t believe I let her do more than that before. But the show was for Elena and I got the reaction I wanted from her.“We should get together sometime,” she whispered in my ear. But I wasn’t interested in hearing another word. Elena had already scurried away li
ELENA“You look… different,” she said, her expression unimpressed as she finally reached me. Maria was long gone, leaving just the two of us standing alone in the hallway.Is Alessandro aware that someone's here to see him? What business could she possibly have that she’d come all the way to the house?“Different? What do you mean?” I asked. I have a feeling we wouldn't get along.She smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know.. not his type. I had no idea his taste had changed. But then again, maybe he’s just trying out different flavors. Must be bored of the same thing.” Her words hit harder than I expected.“And what exactly is his type?”She stepped closer, bending down slightly to whisper in my ear, her perfume nauseatingly strong. “Blonde, slim, slender women who can match him in public. Women who can give him everything he wants. And you, my dear,” she paused, sizing me up, I felt small under her gaze. “Are none of those.”My hands balled into a fist at my side, the
ELENAHe tasted like cigarettes.I didn’t even know he smoked.He made an attempt to slip his tongue into my mouth, but I didn’t let him.What is he doing here?I was the only one at home. Everyone had gone for an event since I was still recovering, they had to go without me. Which was exactly what I needed. A moment to be by myself. To breathe.And yet… he’s here.His hands wrapped around my waist as he guided me to the bed. I was painfully aware I was in nothing but in my panties. I had planned my day; take a shower, binge Netflix in the living room, and fall asleep on the couch. This wasn’t part of it.I tried to push him off, but his grip was firm.He can’t just come in here, kiss me like he loves me, and pretend like he didn’t aim a gun at me. No apologies. No explanations.His lips left my mouth, moving to my neck, leaving scattered kisses. He stared at my breasts longingly, my nipples ached, begging for attention.His hands found my breasts, squeezing them roughly. My panties d
ALESSANDRO “How is he?” I asked one of my men as he stepped into my office, the events of yesterday still fresh in my mind.“The surgery was successful. He’s recovering in the ICU.”“Did you capture him?” I stood up from my chair, my blood simmering. The bastard who’d put Lorenzo in that state wasn’t going scot-free. And I knew Moretti wouldn’t mind handing him over to me.Lorenzo might seem like just one of my men, but he was more than that. He’d worked for my family since he was a kid. His parents had been employed by my father. loyal to the bone until they tragically passed away in an accident. He’s the only one I truly consider a friend. And I don’t let anyone mess with someone close to me without consequences.“You can go,” I gestured for him to leave and turned back to my paperwork.“And sir…” he hesitated at the door, hand on the handle.“What?”“Your wife went with her family.” And with that, he left.I picked up my phone, checking for any messages from her. something, anyt