Chapter 0002

•GIA•

Anna was right. Mario didn't hate me. But he also didn't like me.

"To my beautiful wife, everybody. The daughter of Conti the Assassin!" Mario exclaimed, raising his wine glass in the air for everyone to see in the ballroom hall.

We had just gotten married, and already, my nightmare was starting.

"To Gia Conti!" Everyone chanted and raised their wine glasses in the air.

We all sat down for dinner, and I sat down next to Mario.

When I was about to eat my food, Mario leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, "You are now a Montez, my love, you are one of us. And these are now your people."

"I will never be part of you," I whispered back.

"Oh, yes, you are," he smiled at me, and I returned the smile with a frown.

"Martinez, come forward with the documents," he instructed the minister, who had just gotten us married.

Martinez came rushing to his side with documents. Mario took them and placed them in front of me with a pen.

It was a marriage certificate and a formal document to change my last name to his.

We both signed the documents, and Martinez left. I had to brace myself for whatever was going to come my way now that I was married to him.

I had to put the life I knew behind me and forget about trying to escape from Mario.

I tried several times, and I failed. I even failed to kill myself. So, there was no use anymore to fight to get away from him.

Besides, I had no one to come to my rescue. My father's line of work isolated me from the world my entire life.

I had no one, but Anna.

"Come, I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" I asked, shocked.

He never surprised me before. And even though I was now his wife, he didn't love me to try to make this day a bit bearable.

"Let's just say it's my wedding gift to you, my dear wife," he said.

Oh, how I wished the surprise would be to see my parents. Alive and well.

I hoped that he would declare them free now that he was my husband and allow them to live despite the unforgivable act that my father did to him.

Mario stood up and stretched his hand to help me to my feet. I smiled and took his hand, and then he led me outside to the front porch.

For the first time in six months, I saw the sky and the sun as it was about to set. It was beautiful.

I wondered for a moment if his wedding gift was for me to be outside.

But then, a car came and pulled up in front of us.

"Are you taking me somewhere?"

"I brought you your parents," he answered.

I looked at him in total shock and disbelief.

It was impossible that he would have released my parents and set them free after my father murdered his sister in cold blood.

He never even loved me to set my parents free for my sake.

He just tolerated me and was probably waiting for the right time to pounce and avenge his sister by killing me.

I couldn't believe that he would bring my parents for me to see. My heart leaped with joy inside my chest.

I couldn't believe that my wish was coming true.

The driver came out of the car along with the other two guys, and they opened the trunk and stood aside. I got confused.

"Where are my parents?" I asked him, horrified.

"Why don't you go and check them out yourself? They're in the trunk," he pointed.

"What?"

I quickly ran to the trunk, and what I saw shattered my heart.

My parents were dead. I looked at their dead bodies and couldn't even move a muscle in my body.

I thought that maybe I was dreaming. I thought that I was having one of those nightmares that felt real.

I couldn't believe that my parents were dead. They were not supposed to be dead!

"What did you do to them?" I cried.

"You didn't think I was going to spare their lives after your father killed my sister, did you?" He asked.

That piece of shit. "You'll pay for this, Montez," I promised him.

One way or another, I was going to get back at him for murdering my parents like they were animals.

I was going to kill him when he was most comfortable. In his sleep. No. I was going to kill him in the toilet when he was most vulnerable.

And I would laugh in his face while I drove the knife through his heart.

I was going to rip it out of his chest and feed it to his corpse.

I was going to kill him mercilessly like the animal that he was.

He didn't deserve to die a simple death. He deserved to choke on his blood and feel his heart get ripped out.

***

"I'm sorry about your parents, Gigi," Anna comforted me while she helped me get into the bathtub.

"His wedding gift was my dead parents; how heartless can he be?" I asked, crying.

I couldn't stop myself from crying.

"I'm sorry, but you have to be strong," she answered as she scrubbed my back in the bath.

Montez instructed her to help me with my bath before she could take me to his bedroom for our wedding night.

"Please help me get away from him, Anna, I can't take this anymore," I looked at her, begging.

"Gigi, you can't do that," she retorted, her eyes wide from shock. "You can't run away from Mario."

"I have nothing to live for anyway. He will drive me to my insanity until I beg him to kill me too," I answered her.

"I don't want you to get hurt," she replied.

Of course, I was making a death wish trying to escape from my new husband, who was nothing but a beast with a stone for a heart.

"Can't you see what he's done to me? He can't hurt me more than he has," I answered, and we both knew it was the truth.

"It's okay, we will find a way. You just have to get through tonight," she replied as she hugged me from behind.

I cried until there were no tears left for me to shed. His guys took my parents and went to burn them.

He didn't even give me a chance to give them a proper burial where I could visit them when all this was over.

He wanted to see me break apart more and more each day, knowing very well that I would never be able to visit my parents' graves.

After taking my bath, Anna picked out some lingerie for me to wear underneath and to put a gown on top.

I was wearing sexy clothes for the asshole. If there was a balcony in my room, I was going to jump out of it and let my body break on the ground.

I was going to die a quick and easy death. If lucky, I was going to hit the ground with my head and die instantly without struggling.

***

When I got into Mario's bedroom, Anna looked at me with pitiful eyes as if wishing me luck and then closed the door behind her and left.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and waited for Mario, who was in the bathroom.

He soon came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Sit on the bed, Gia," he commanded me.

I did as he said and said nothing.

"You were beautiful today," he complimented me. And again, I kept quiet and didn't respond to him.

"It's our wedding night, sweetheart," he said, looking at me, "you can't still be mad at me."

'Mad?' He murdered my parents! He killed them like they were animals and stuffed them in a trunk for me to see!

I wasn't mad. I wasn't upset. I was angry. I wanted revenge.

I wanted his blood to spill to cleanse all the pain that he put me through.

I didn't respond but stood up and took off my gown and left the lingerie on.

It was open in my vaginal area and didn't require me to take it off completely.

"Get it over with," I murmured.

"Gia," he grimaced, picked up my gown on the floor, and helped me to put it back on. "I didn't call on you to have sex with you. I have no interest in making love to you," he answered.

I swallowed. Relieved.

"Then, what do you want?" I asked.

"I want you to relax on the bed and watch me make love to someone else to make up for our wedding night," he replied with a smile.

He had to be joking. I sat down and tried to comprehend what he had just said to me.

He was sick. This guy was a lunatic. A psychotic asshole who deserved to be locked up in an asylum and get the key thrown off in the deepest ocean.

"Girls, come out," he said softly, looking towards the bathroom.

I was shocked when I saw two women approaching from his bathroom.

They were both naked. They also looked drunk and like they were escorts.

"This is Isabella and this here," he pointed his eyes towards the woman on his left side, "is Camilla."

"I'd have them both, but since I'm married to only one wife, I have to choose one. So, I want you to help me to choose between them," he answered proudly.

I just glared at him, "What?" I asked.

"Who do you want to see me fucking tonight, Gia?" He asked, and I gasped in shock.

HE HAD TO BE JOKING.

Not only was he crazy to even suggest fucking someone else on our wedding night in front of me, he was a lunatic to even suggest that I choose the woman for him to fuck.

"You can sleep with them both, I don't care, Mario," I answered getting off the bed.

I was heading towards the door to leave when Mario stood in front of me. I took a step back terrified, but he took a step forward, closing the gap between us.

"You are going to stay and watch me fuck any girl that you choose for me, do you understand?" He sneered.

His tone was very explosive. My heart skipped a beat, and I nodded.

"Good, so who is it going to be?" He asked when he released me from his stare.

I took a deep breath and picked Isabella. She looked more relaxed than Camilla.

"You may leave us, Camilla," Mario gave the order.

The girl gracefully went to the bathroom to put back her clothes before she left.

Just like me, she was terrified of Mario, but unlike me, she was now free from him.

Mario then made me watch as he kissed Isabella. His towel fell on the ground, and my eyes glanced down to look at his dick and he was hard.

He picked her up and laid her on top of the dressing drawer in his room and started fucking her.

I didn't want to watch but I had to. Isabella was moaning and digging her nails deep into Mario's back, and he groaned.

It was crazy that I was watching my husband make love to another woman on our wedding night. I was definitely in hell.

Mario had managed to break me apart on a single day.

He forced me into marriage with him and then brought my dead parents as my wedding gift, and as if that wasn't enough for the day, he forced me to watch him make love to another woman on our wedding night.

It was all too much to bear but, I had to carry it on my shoulders because there was no one to carry it for me.

As the saying goes, 'the sins of the parents shall be upon the children', and I was an exceptional example.

When Mario had released inside her, Isabella left, and he went to the bathroom and took a quick shower before he came back again.

"Now, my sweetheart, that was how I was supposed to make love to you," he commented proudly. That motherfucker.

"I would have enjoyed myself very much," I replied sarcastically.

He snorted. "You may leave my room," he ordered.

I got up from his bed and went to my room.

If Mario wasn't going to kill me himself or let me kill myself, then I was going to kill him.