LOGINMarcelina~Their eyes moved slowly over my body and disgust crawled under my skin instantly. I pulled the fur coat tighter around myself, but somehow that didn't help."Bene, guarda questo," one of them murmured. [Well, look at this]I stared at him for a second, irritation rising fast, wishing I understood Italian well enough to respond properly—or better yet, knee him straight in the fucking groin."Non sembra uno di noi," the other added. [Doesn't look like one of us]"Potrei averla prima io," the first one said with a smirk. "Riscaldare quella fica stretta per te," [I could have her first, warm up that tight cunt for you,]Their eyes stayed glued to my legs.And my stomach twisted harder.What the hell were they saying? Definitely nothing good, judging from the smirks pulling at their mouths and the way they looked at me like I was some kind of prize.One of them took a step closer."You lost, bella?" That I understood."I could show you your way around my cøck," he added with a
Marcelina~The VIP section had its own kind of chaos. Women laughed loudly from nearby couches while dancers moved around poles under dim red lights. Some men sat back drinking, others had women on their laps while the rest paid for erotic dance or extra services like a blowjob.One of the male dancers approached me almost immediately. Tall, shirtless, and covered in tattoos. I could even see the ridiculous eight packs Valeria had been screaming about earlier and the very questionable dick size straining against his boxer briefs.Honestly, it looked medically concerning.How exactly was that supposed to fit anywhere inside the human body without causing permanent damage?"Ciao, bella sexy..." The dancer said and I nearly choked on my drink when he smiled at me. "Why so nervous?" [Hello, sexy lady...]"No," I blurted out before he could even say another word.Valeria burst into loud laughter."Celina, Relax. He's not proposing marriage." The man chuckled softly and crouched slightly b
Marcelina~By the time we left the hospital, Valeria had already decided what all three of us were wearing. Apparently, according to her, strip clubs had a dress code."Hot," she had said simply. "The dress code is smoking hot." Valeria wore a tiny red dress that barely covered anything, paired with black heels sharp enough to kill someone. Nina went for black silk, low-cut at the front with an open back.And me?I was currently questioning every life decision that had brought me here.The black dress they picked for me was short. Extremely short. And tight enough to feel painted onto my skin.It was strapless with a corset-style lace design at the back, hugging every curve in a way that made me feel half naked. The only reason I agreed to leave the mall in it was because I wore a black fur coat over it.A very thick fur coat.One I was currently gripping tightly to myself as we stepped out of the car.Music vibrated through the ground immediately.The entrance alone screamed money a
Marcelina~"My father has been trying to marry me off," Valeria said casually, as if she was talking about the weather. "Very fascinating concept, marriage. Terrible execution though,"Marry her off? My confusion only deepened. Like she didn't have a choice? Like she was some commodity?Before I could even form the question properly, Nina smiled softly and took another bite of dessert."It's not as difficult as it sounds once it's decided," Valeria nodded. "It's worse, actually." I stared between them."Hold on," I said slowly. "Your father decides who you marry?" Valeria gave me a look like I had just asked if the sky was blue."In most families? Sì."That made no sense.None at all.I opened my mouth, but she cut me off again, like she could sense the spiral building in my head."Anyway," she said with a smirk, waving her spoon again, "Nina is lucky. Or doomed. Depending on how you look at it." That earned her a glare."She's actually marrying someone she likes," Valeria continu
Marcelina~I walked out of the house fully dressed and still angry.It was the worst kind.The kind that sat quietly inside your chest and replayed every word over and over again._You can do whatever the fuck you want, spend my money_The audacity of him saying that still burned.Like everything I had built for myself before meeting him suddenly meant nothing. Like I was some woman living off his generosity.I tightened my grip on my bag and walked down the front steps. As usual, Umberto was already beside the car. He opened the back door and without a word, I slid inside.A second later, he shut the door and moved to the front passenger seat while Matteo pulled away from the estate.The city moved past the tinted windows while my thoughts stayed trapped back in that dining room._You owe me everything_ The words replayed in my head like they had rooted themselves there. And what irritated me most was not the arrogance behind them.It was the fact that some stupid part of me still wa
Marcelina~"Morning, Doc," he said, his eyes still on the paper. "Care to share what has you cheesing so hard this early in the morning?" A dozen things came to mind.Care to share where you've been for the past four days? Care to share what's been keeping you so occupied? Care to explain why you suddenly appear now, like this is normal?But I didn't say any of it.I bent down, picked up my phone, and without looking at him, walked over to the table. Lucia had already laid out breakfast. So I served myself, took my seat, and started eating.I had gotten used to dining alone.This wasn't any different, at least, that was what I told myself.The soft rustle of paper was suddenly very loud as he turned a page. But I kept my eyes on my plate. A minute later, my phone lit up beside me and I glanced at the screen to see a message from Nina. I smiled, looked away, and kept eating.A second later, it pinged again.Then once more.And once again.Now it was both Nina and Valeria, probably de
Marcelina's POVThe two men escorted me to the car just after nine in the morning.Corey has never left my side since that day. And as the only friend and family I had left, she slid into the backseat beside me and squeezed my hand, watching me with concern that she wasn't even trying to hide."Yo
Marcelina's POV Anger shot through me so quickly I almost laughed. "I'm sorry," I said slowly. "Did you just say I'm not permitted?" "Yes." I blinked, then I pointed at my own chest."This is my house." Silence."I have a job," I continued, my voice rising. "A life. You don't get to stand outs
Marcelina's POVI woke up with a stiff neck and a dull ache running down my back. And for a moment, I didn't remember where I was. But then the ceiling of my living room slowly came into focus, and I realized I was lying on the couch.Everything hurts.My body felt heavy, like I had run a marathon
Domenico's POV"Wait. What?" Her voice cut through the room, sharp with disbelief.I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I watched her.The shock on her face. The way her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag. The faint tremor in her shoulders that she was trying very hard to hide.She trul







