Chapter 0005

•GIA•

Two nights in a row, I dedicated my time to watching a Bride Killa documentary.

The brides murdering their husbands after the wedding didn’t bother me, for any reason.

I was mesmerized by how they executed their agenda, remaining undetected. Not even by their grooms.

They were very careful in how they carried out their agenda.

They played their cards smartly and made their men not suspect a thing.

I watched other killer documentaries and took notes about how it wasn’t necessary to kill someone who was only in an intimate relationship with you.

It had to be someone vicious. Someone exactly like Mario.

After that, I had to make it look like it wasn’t me who had committed the murder. I had to get rid of any evidence that could point toward me.

I had to lure him into my trap, make him comfortable, or get him sleeping pills before I killed him.

When I was done, I had to use plastic bags to dispose of his body in the lake, where it might remain undiscovered for many years, or bury his body in the forest.

Suddenly, it hit me: I’d aimed to seduce the wrong man to escape—it had to be Mario.

I had to ease my way into him and let his guard down around me.

Even if I had to let him get between my legs and thrust his dick inside me. I was going to do it to make sure that my plan didn’t blow up.

If that didn’t work, I had to find something on him and have him arrested long enough for me to escape and change my identity.

I needed a simple plan to keep his allies occupied while justice caught up. I had to make sure that none of his buddies suspected a thing when I was done with him.

Either way, I had to get away from him, alive or dead.

***

The following morning, I didn’t request my breakfast to be brought to my bedroom; I went downstairs to have breakfast with Mario.

To my surprise, his little sister was around, and for his sister’s sake, he was going to be the perfect husband.

He adored his sister and wanted to appear like a normal and perfect gentleman around her.

He didn’t want her to see the beast within him, and I was going to use that to my advantage.

“Eat up, Arianna. You’ve been tormenting that plate with your fork for far too long.”

“I hate eggs, Bambi.”

“But you used to love them, remember?”

“Yes, but that was until I knew where they came from, so no.”

Mario sighed, and when our eyes met, he frowned.

“Husband, you didn’t tell me we have a guest today.” I sat across from them.

I was going to enjoy this morning. Get him uncomfortable and make him wonder what I was thinking or doing.

I wanted him to wonder what cards I was playing after he murdered my friend for being my accomplice in my escape plan.

I wanted him to squirm in his seat. I wanted his heart to skip multiple beats and be on edge.

I wanted to see the horror of confusion in his eyes. Get him angrier, knowing very well that he won’t be able to do a thing in front of his dear sister.

That was my plan.

“Oh, this is my little sister, Arianna,” he replied, looking over at her with a smile.

He adored her. He couldn’t even hide it. She was his weakness.

“I remember her,” I said, smiling at little Arianna.

She had cute pigtails on and braces. She was a beautiful and well-mannered child.

I adored her myself and enjoyed her company. She had an aura that made me forget I was in a prison when she was around.

“Hi Gigi,” she greeted me with a smile back.

“Hey, Ari. How are you?”

“Mario didn’t tell me you were still in the house,” she scolded.

“I guess he didn’t tell you we got married,” I answered as I showed her the diamond ring on my finger.

It was huge and beautiful. It was very shiny and expensive too.

It was kind of him to buy such an enormous diamond ring for his prisoner.

Mario stared at me. He didn’t know that I knew his sister. Anna introduced me to her when Arianna visited a few months ago.

They didn’t let me leave my room then, but Arianna and I made good acquaintances.

“No, he didn’t.” She turned and looked at Mario. “Bambi!” She exclaimed with a big smile on her face while looking at Mario.

“I was going to tell you after breakfast,” he answered.

“When did you get married?” She couldn’t resist asking.

“Two weeks ago,” I replied proudly.

“Why wasn’t I invited?” She asked, looking at her brother.

I guess he was never planning to tell her. How could he anyway? He married me as revenge for Arianna’s older sister’s death.

Besides, he would never tell his only family in the world about a woman he wasn’t in love with.

“Gia and I couldn’t wait to marry each other, Ari, and you were far away,” he explained with a smile on his face.

He shot me an icy look, and I wanted to laugh. He didn’t know how much I was enjoying this.

He was a ticking time bomb inside.

He probably imagined himself slamming my head against the floor or the wall until it exploded and expelled my brain.

“When are you going on your honeymoon?” She asked excitedly.

“Arianna...” Mario said disapprovingly.

“This weekend, actually,” I answered, pouring myself a glass of orange juice.

Why not? If I wanted to seduce him or get on his last nerve, there was no better way than to make him do something that he would not normally do with me.

“Will you take me with you?” Ari asked.

I chuckled. She was a very expressive girl, and I liked her. How I wished she were going to be around for a while.

“Of course.” I took some toast and put it on my plate. “So, Mario, what do you say?”

“We will take you with us, Ari,” he answered. Sad. Angry, but whatever. I didn’t care.

Right now, I was winning, and he was losing.

I enjoyed it, even though he was furious and wanted me gone.

I did not fear him or tremble in his presence; I was fierce and bold.

“So, where would we be going?” Arianna asked.

“Where would you like us to go?”

“Disneyland!” she replied excitedly before she continued. “We would both wear costumes. I will be Princess Rapunzel, and you will be Princess Belle, and you, Bambi, will be Prince Adam, the Beast.”

How ironic.

Princess Belle was Prince Adam’s prisoner, wasn’t she? Except that she was Adam’s prisoner by choice to take the place of her father.

“Perfect,” I smiled at her.

In her innocence, she considered a honeymoon as just a day out.

“We will have to buy costumes today, then.” She smiled.

“That won’t be a problem,” I replied, sipping my orange juice before I continued. “How about we finish our healthy eggs and then steal your brother’s wallet and go buy the costumes ourselves?”

“Alright!” She gladly started eating her eggs.

When I looked up at Mario, he was looking at me with a deadly look.

I was pushing his buttons, and that made me very proud of myself.

Thanks to his sister, my mission as the Bride Killa was suddenly going perfectly.

***

Just as I was about to exit my room and go downstairs to go shopping with Arianna, Mario barged inside my room and closed the door behind him.

I took a deep breath and tried not to look intimidated by his presence. He was very close.

I could smell his perfume. He didn’t smell roses or flowers, but he had a tangy scent of citrus. Grapefruit and that fresh-out-of-the-shower scent. I liked it.

Towering over me, his intense gaze made me want to blush; if he were anyone else, I would have.

“What was that?” He asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“You and my sister. How do you two know each other?”

“We met the last time she was here,” I replied.

“So, are you going to use her now to escape?”

I chuckled. How in the world was he right? I swore he could see right through me. It was crazy.

“How would I do that when your guards watch every step that I take?”

He looked at me, scolding, and my heart skipped a beat.

He knew I was up to something, and it pissed him off because he couldn’t figure out what.

He hated being a step behind me when he was used to being a step ahead.

“I hope this is not one of your stunts to get on my nerves,” he said, threatening me.

I felt very threatened and very pleased with myself again that I had made him feel played.

“Don’t worry, when the perfect opportunity presents itself for me to escape, I will, but maybe not today,” I smiled at him.

I took my handbag from the bed, left him in my room, and went downstairs.

I found Andrea at the end of the stairs with Mario’s black card.

“Here,” he said, handing the card to me, but when I was about to take the card, he held on to it tightly. I sighed.

“Gia, please be cautious and avoid reckless behavior.”

“Yes, I will behave.” I shot back and took the card from him.

When I got outside, Arianna was already in the car.

She looked very excited. I was also excited that I was going to spend the day with her.

Mostly, I was happy to be outside. It was so sad that I could not remember the way back home.

I was inside the house for such a long time that I did not remember the road from home to here.

Mario robbed me of my life. Despite the risks of his job, my father offered me a normal life - a life that was taken away from me by Mario.

I was planning to go to college and study literature. I was going to be a writer.

My life had a perfect plan, a clear path to my dreams, until Mario came along and, through his actions, completely derailed and stole everything that I had envisioned for my future.

I was waiting for my college application, which was going to arrive three days later, before Mario abducted me and my parents.

A week later, after that, I was going to go to college.

I was going to get my degree and do what I loved for a living.

My whole life flashed before my eyes when he ordered his men to take me.

My future became blurry, and two weeks after my kidnapping, I had to let go of my old life and the life that I was going to have.

I wanted to get married someday. To a lawyer. A doctor. To anyone who lived a normal life and had a normal job.

I was going to have my dream wedding with that person and have children with him.

I was going to be an amazing mother. I was going to love my children just as much as my mother loved me, but Mario had made sure that all those dreams for my life became nothing but dreams.

Dreams that would never come true as long as I was still his prisoner.

When I got outside the house, I found three guards inside the car who were going to glue their eyes on us the entire trip.

It was going to be so much fun.