ALMAThe maid helped me style my hair into a loose bun, with loose curls hanging off my face. She also applied light makeup on my face, improving my shine. The dress fit beautifully on my body, and I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I couldn’t wait to be free from Lazzaro.“I have done a good job,” the maid praised herself, squealing.I forced a smile in response.The door pushed open and Lazzaro walked in. He looked really handsome in his blue tuxedo, with his hair sleeked backwards. If I didn’t hate him, I would’ve fallen head over heels for him, because, man... he was hot!He paused the moment he sighted me, his gaze roaming from my head to toe. His gaze burned my skin and I felt a weird feeling crawling through my stomach. Then he walked over to me and stood behind me, turning me gently to face the mirror.I wanted to push him away, but I held my breath, reminding myself that this would soon be over.He leaned in and whispered into my ear as he placed an emerald green neckl
ALMAI grabbed his arm with both hands and tugged it off my chin with every strength I had. Surprisingly, he easily pulled back and cocked his head as he stared at me.“We have to do something about your stubbornness,” he groaned more to himself than me.“I don’t know whatever you think, but I am not marrying my sister’s murderer. And I promise you, Lazzaro, I will get back at you for what you did to Zita. You are not getting away with it,” I yelled, hatred filling my chest.At the mention of my sister, grief hit me all over again with its iron fist, and my eyes welled up with tears.“First off, I didn’t kill Zita. Your father knows that. And secondly...” He picked up the envelope he came in with and flashed it at me. “It is a done deal. The only thing remaining is for your father to sign. And he has agreed to. This is the contract. All I have to do is take it to him.”“I am not a fucking commodity that can be bought!” I growled with so much rage as I snatched the envelope from his h
ALMADetermined to escape, I scampered around the room, gathering bedsheets and everything I could tie into a long rope to help me go down the window. The moment I gathered enough and was about to start tying the knots, the door suddenly swung open and a maid walked in with food.I sighed in frustration, raking my fingers through my hair. “Have you not heard anything I have said? I am not eating!” I snapped at her, annoyed she was interrupting my escape plan.She gazed at the heap of clothing in front of me and raised her brows as she looked back at me.“They have a very odd smell that is choking me. So, I put them together for dry cleaning,” I quickly said, hoping she would believe my blatant lie.“Oh...” She quickly placed the food on the bedside table before reaching for the clothes to pack them.“No. Not yet,” I quickly stopped her, not willing to allow her to ruin my chances.She looked at me, confused. “You want them washed, right?”“Yes. Uh… no.” I pressed my lips together, t
LAZZAROI couldn’t wait to fuck and ruin that woman. She was so sexy that I could barely control myself around her. One thing that I knew was that I would never force myself on her. I never forced myself on women; they always begged to have a piece of me. And Alma was no different.It might take a while, but she would beg for me, and I would do her as I pleased. I would fuck her, mess her up, and make her father watch as she withered away right before his eyes. And he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.Talking about Lamberto, I had agreed to meet up with him at one of the restaurants owned by my family—one of the many establishments we used to wash money. I got there before him and settled in one of the seats with my legs crossed and a file on the table before me.I lifted my wrist and checked the time on my clock. There was one minute left until the time we had agreed to meet, and I made a mental note to kill him if he came late or, even worse, if he dared stand me up.Just a
ALMAI opened my eyes, only to shut them again due to the blinding lights that hit them. I tried to open them again, this time slowly, until my eyes adjusted to the light in the room. My head ached so much it felt like it was going to explode.Looking around, I realized this wasn’t my room. Where was I?As I tried to stand up, I realized there was a cannula attached to my hand. As I ripped it off, memories of what had happened came rushing back, and my chest tightened. My insides twisted, chills traveling through my body.I was still at Lazzaro Visconti’s manor, and my sister was still dead. Tears poured out of my eyes as the memories of how I had watched my sister die in cold blood replayed in my head over and over again.“Zita...” My voice was barely audible as I clutched my chest, the pain slicing through my heart unbearable.My sister was gone. I wished it was all just a bad dream, but...The sound of the door opening snapped me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to see one of t
LAZZARO VISCONTIThat woman had caught my attention in an instant, and I couldn’t help but go find out who she was—something I had never done before. Women came to me, longed for me to fuck them, and not the other way around. But Alma? She was different.I was getting disturbingly attracted to her until I found out that she was a Martelli—a family I had longed to wipe out. Ten years ago, my family and hers had a terrible feud, causing the death of several members from both sides. My father had died as a result, leaving me with the responsibilities of a mob boss at seventeen. I never forgave those responsible for his death, and I had vowed to wipe out the entire family when the time came.Reports came to me that Zita Martelli was the only Martelli who had died in the attack earlier, and I had almost had a hard-on at that wonderful news. I didn’t know who had launched the attack, as I had only spotted it just before it occurred, but I had been grateful to them for taking only the bride