"In the game of the rich and ruthless; where lines of humanity blurs, blood was inevitable, manipulation was ensured, and betrayal was a norm. You either become a pawn or a player." To the world, Chiara Marino was an art gallery owner with a perfect luxurious life. What people didn't know was a monster she was turned into with no choice but to embrace it. Carmelo Conti is an ambitious and ruthless billionaire who valued his people and family. He is calm and collected, until you touch where you shouldn't have. A forced marriage to a man far worse than her stepfather threatens her life purposes. To them it was just a game. But they forgot that she was a made monster. And monsters don't give a fuck! What happens when Chiara decides to create her own fate?
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Laura
I shoved my things in my bag and swung it on my shoulder. Praying to quickly leave the training center before that shameless monster appeared.
Instead of using the front gates of the training grounds like the rest of the marathoners, I decided to sneak out through the little gate at the back. I'll be damned if I use that gate and submit myself right into the lion's claws. My feet moved quicker, my heart restless, and my body alert. My head turned back from time to time just in case he popped out of nowhere. He was very much capable of it, after all. No matter how many times I turned him down, he never stopped returning to harass me. I wiped my forehead. "It's just a few blocks away, Laura. We'll get home soon." I whisper to myself. A flash of my husband's face with his beautiful brown eyes, and then of my cute little baby, with the same eyes as her father, was displayed in my mind. I couldn't wait to return to them. I spent an entire day training for the upcoming marathon race despite the Christmas holiday just a week away. The sound of a bike echoed behind me. Making both my mind and heart stop. "No!" A silent gasp left my mouth. My hands began to tremble, but I gripped the straps of my handbag hard. Shoving the fear to the back of my head. You do not show the devil your weakness—especially a merciless one like him. Chills ran down my back, my body awakened by his presence. I swallowed hard as the bike pulled over right before me, blocking my path. "Laura, my love. I'm disappointed in you. I waited for you for hours, only for you to run away from me, again." His treacherous voice hit my ears. I raised my head and almost puked to see his face. His soulless eyes made me want to run away. "I never asked you to wait for me. In fact, I told you to get lost." I snickered. A grin stretched his lips. The son of a dick was amused. "When will you start considering my words, my love? I'm losing my patience." He pulled a red rose from his jacket, grabbed my hand, and shoved the flower into my palm. I was so shocked by the sudden move, but I worked not to let it show. My heart roared in my ears. He bought me roses whenever he came, a sickening monster. I looked at him defiantly, "How about never?" I let the flower drop before crushing it with my running shoe. "This will be the last time and last warning, you asshole. I'm married and have a family of my own. I can't and never will be with you." I spat on the damaged flower before turning on my heels and speeding away. "I'll never stop, Laura, my love. Not until I make you mine." He shouted, but I shut my eyes and blocked his words from making me tremble even harder. I breathed in and out before opening the door and walking into my home. "I'm back," I announced loudly. And quick little footsteps rang in my ears as my daughter ran into my arms. "Chiara, stop running around the house." I scolded her, but went on my knees and hugged her hard, kissing her forehead. She showered me with cheek kisses, calming my burning heart. "My Mamma is a marathoner. I can't help it." My eight-year-old little troublemaker uttered. I only shook my head and grinned at her. "Honey, you're back? Dinner's ready." My husband's voice came from the kitchen. My body stiffened. "Yeah. I'll go and wash up first." I said and placed Chiara down. "Go and help your Papa set the table. I'll join you soon." I patted her head. "Okie dokie!" she said and sprinted to the kitchen. I rushed up to the washroom, shut and locked the door. I leaned over the sink with my trembling, and tears rolled down like a waterfall. My head throbbed, recalling that unhinged man's words.'I'll never stop, Laura, my love. Not until I make you mine.' **** A week later. We were all settled in our living room, laughing heartily and opening gifts since it was Boxing Day. When the door was suddenly kicked open. Then my worst nightmare walked in as if it owned our home. My face paled at the sight of him. "Laura, my love. I found you." He uttered with a sadistic grin plastered on his dark face.~135~CarmeloLife has many colors, and amongst the number of them, I found the most appealing ones to me. Black and Gold. With a wild wolf cut and coldest plus most hypnotizing brown eyes I’ve ever seen. They were alone, powerful enough to have me on my knees and begging for mercy.A little dust of freckles on the cheeks and the sweetest lips that I’ll never get enough of. Kissing her lips or smooching her cheeks has become my thing. My beautiful color speaks a lot of languages, but money is her favorite, and I love to spoil the hell out of her.Fierce in the open with a gentle and delicate heart on the inside. A Grumpy facade that intends to push people away, but my teasing always manages to leave a crack behind it. Strong but never shy to show her vulnerabilities to me. Cold but sprinkles her kindness in her own way. Dangerous, but it’s the fire in her that made me lose my senses. And God oh God, I’d willingly get on my knees and let it burn me. I’m so madly, immensely, wholehearte
~134~ChiaraI bit my lips, staring at the reflection in the mirror. I walked out of the room and went straight to his office, swinging around a black silk handkerchief. Instead of knocking, I kicked the door open. Carmelo was on a business video conference. His gaze landed on me for a brief second before returning to the laptop. Oh, I came prepared, my love. I cleared my throat and then leaned against the door. I held the handkerchief between my teeth, raised my leg up, and started to take off my net leggings, dropped it down, and then did the same with the other one.I glanced back to find him staring at me. Good. I took off the kimono next. It pooled under my feet. His lips parted, and his eyes darkened. I raised my hands and ran them both through my hair. I was left in a red thong only. “Boss? What are your thoughts on the new decor proposal?” Instead of replying, he leaned back on his chair, adjusting himself.I gathered my hair over my shoulder. My fingers traced the outline
~133 part II~ChiaraLater that evening, I was officially Mrs Conti. People were busy as the ball kicked in because my mother-in-law said she wanted a ball for the wedding reception. Who was I to deny her? I let the woman do her thing. Carmelo, who was talking to his father at their table, walked toward me. I had gone to change and came back with a lace long-sleeve black dress that was just above my knees. I coupled it with my golden jewelry and my hair held up in a messy bun with a few strands let loose. Chelsea was the one who accompanied me. “I have the love gloves of all flavours in my possession, by the way. Just say the word.” She teased. I had gone to her for condoms one time because we ran out of them the night Carmelo asked to marry me for the first time. She hadn’t let that go yet. My lips curled up in mischief, “Thanks, Chelsea. The thing is… we’re doing it hard and raw tonight. No love gloves needed.” I said. She squealed and blurted, “Girl, shut up!” She bent over her
~133 part I~ChiaraOh, just when I thought the day was the best day of my life, the Contis weren’t done giving me heart attacks. I returned home to a surprise wedding ceremony. Of course, Carmelo knew everything. He planned this with both of our families throughout the year. And the fact that I caught no whiff of it shocked me. I was focused on the vacation and nothing else. There were a number of people waiting to tend to me because the ceremony had already begun. I washed up. Some did my hair, some did my face, and some were busy with my dress and jewelry. The dress and jewelry that Viva and Leo were making throughout the year, as per Carmelo's secret request. Everyone kept me in the dark. But also, everyone worked to make this day possible.I couldn’t describe how happy this made me. And I couldn’t cry because the makeup looked so amazing. So I just sat there. I was a ball of nerves and emotions waiting to explode. I was going to kill Melo. Mamma walked in after a while.“Goodne
~132~ChiaraWhen he told me I was going to love it, diving never crossed my mind.We stood by the edge of the boat and dived in together. I knew how to dive. What I wasn’t prepared for was the meters we went below. The blue shade of the water was getting darker. Different marine animals and fish species in different colors swam with us. I raised my hand to touch a group of small fish, zoning out at how beautiful and synchronized they were. But they avoided me like I was a plague.I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned to find the man frowning in his mask. He motioned for me to follow him. He was a natural with the water current, unlike my careful diving self. I’d never dived under the sea, just for starters. Then a large bronze statue came into view as we dived to it. The Christ of the Abyss. I’d heard about it before. It stood majestically on the seafloor with hands spread wide and raised upward. The head was also tilted upward. The statue stood on a sort of styled altar which
~131~CarmeloRight after landing in Italy, coming from our one year vacation, Chiara wanted to pass by Milan first before we head home, in Portofino. I escorted her to the graveyard, where she stood for a while without saying a word. Just staring and wiping the corner of her eye. Only God knew what went through her mind.Next, we stopped at Marco’s place. Yeah, he sold the previous mansion and bought another one at a different location within Milan. Where he and their mother, Laura, lived along with the remaining of their men. Marco freed those who wanted to walk away, too. Good news, he was planning on proposing to his long hidden girlfriend soon, and only I knew about it. Then we passed by her art gallery. Then we met with her therapist since his office was around the area. Her therapist said he loved her development. And I loved hearing that.I had my own plans for her, but I worked hard to keep them under wraps and not spoil them this whole time.The helicopter landed on our pro
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