Chapter 54AnnalisaIf there was one thing about the internet, it was that it never forgets. Like, ‘never ever’ forgets. You could sneeze in public, and ten minutes later, there would be a skit remix of it going viral with the caption, “Bless you, queen.” So yeah, my little “I’m married” moment on the livestream? That had the world laughing their asses out.There were memes, reaction videos, articles, and even some random guy claiming to be my husband for clout. Let him just fear the return of Cristiano from wherever he zoned off to. And my DMs? They were a complete circus. People alternated between congratulating me and asking where Cristiano had been lately. The cherry on top was a tweet that said, “Giovanni got married in the group project and didn’t even get picked as a partner.” Hilarious. Truly.And now, my flu-ridden self was dragging through another day on set, my nose redder than a stop sign, on the verge of losing the very last iota of my patience. Every time I sneezed, my m
Chapter 55CristianoThere was something funny about lying in an MRI machine, listening to its robotic hums and clicks, while you were trying not to panic about what some genius doctor was going to say about your brain. Like, do they practice that ominous sigh that comes before revealing a sad truth about your condition in med school? You know, that sigh—the kind that makes you think, Great, just tell me how screwed I am already.But none of that mattered right now. All I could think about was her smile. That ridiculous, sunshine-on-a-rainy-day smile. Lisa. My Lisa.Her smile burned into my brain like a melting candle on the palm of my hand. It hurts at first, but then it becomes oddly comforting. Ha, what a joke. She probably wasn't even thinking about me right now.God, I hated this.*****FlashbackThat day was supposed to be a regular Thursday. You know, school, boring classes and trying not to punch anyone in the face. But then, my life hit a plot twist I never saw coming.The da
Chapter 56AnnalisaYou know that saying, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade”? Well, in my case, life didn’t just hand me lemons—it chucked them at my head, one by one, while laughing maniacally in the background.I should have seen this coming, honestly. When your husband’s job description included words like “underworld” and “hitman” and you were married before your 27th birthday, it was not like you were signing up for a rom-com. But no one told you how to handle it when a psychopath with too much gel in his hair decides you were his consolation prize.Giovanni. Freaking Giovanni.He was sitting across from me on a mahogany desk, his Rolex watch glinting under the overhead light, smirking like he owned the place. Oh, wait. He practically did.From the look of the empty shelves and dusty floors, I knew this must be one of the abandoned warehouses Giovanni had. They had blindfolded me on the way, so I had no idea where exactly we were.“Annalisa,” Giovanni started, his voice
Chapter 57CristianoThere was nothing else that could compete with sitting in an uncomfortable hospital gown that barely covered my ass to remind me of how utterly pathetic life could be. Honestly, I would rather be dodging bullets than sitting here under the harsh fluorescent lights while some German doctor with an unpronounceable name stared at my MRI scan like it was the freaking Mona Lisa painting.“Mr. Cristiano,” Dr. Reinhardt finally said, his voice thick with a German accent but his words cold and professional. “The results are not encouraging.”No shit, doc. Tell me something I don’t already know.Apparently, my Glioblastoma—a fancy word for “you’re screwed”—was in its final stage. Glioblastoma wasn't just any cancer; it was like the mafia boss of brain tumors. Rapid growth, impossible to kill, and absolutely ruthless. Headaches, seizures, mood swings—I had it all. So, I shouldn't be blamed for my personality changes in the past.And guess what? All those treatments, those
Chapter 58AnnalisaIf hell had a Yelp page, this place would have a solid five-star rating. Seriously, I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. My whole body ached as if I had just finished a full exercise session, and my stomach growled louder than a thunder on a rainy day. And the food? Don’t even get me started on that. Giovanni’s version of “princess treatment” was a plate of two limp slices of bread, smeared with something that might have been margarine—or glue. I didn't know. It was hard to tell.I sat on the cold, concrete floor of what looked like an abandoned warehouse. Every creak and groan of the metal walls made my anxiety spike. Giovanni’s men weren’t the chatty type, and my assigned babysitter—a bulky guy with all the charisma of a dead houseplant—hadn’t taken his eyes off me since I woke up here after being injected with a sleeping dose for trying to run away.I needed to escape again. Just like yesterday.“Hey,” I called out to my Dead Houseplant Guard, who barely bli
Chapter 59CristianoThe private jet touched down in Milan just as the sun was setting into its bed. The moment the wheels hit the tarmac, I was already unbuckling my seatbelt. The flight from Germany had been short, but it felt like an eternity knowing that Annalisa was out there—missing, possibly terrified, and in the hands of a man who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as her.But the second my feet hit the tarred floor, it was though the world tilted. My vision blurred and a sickening wave of dizziness rolling over me like a bad hangover from hell. I clenched my jaw, forcing my body to stay upright. No, I couldn't feel sick today. Not now. Not when Annalisa was out there, trapped with that bastard. A firm grip landed on my arm and I didn't need too look before I knew it was Ricardo. His brows were furrowed when my eyes managed to meet his sharp that were filled with concern. “Are you good?” I yanked my arm away. “Ask me that again, and I’ll have you buried next to Giovanni
Chapter 60Cristiano “Even a machine breaks down if you push it too hard.”Dr. Moretti’s voice followed behind me, ringing in my ears, sharp and unwelcome, as I staggered outside. I didn’t have time for this—I didn’t have time for him. The moment I stepped outside, my mind was already on the battlefield and worst case scenarios. The only thing that mattered was getting to Annalisa. Everything else—my exhaustion, the dull throbbing in my skull, the fact that I hadn’t eaten in over twenty-four hours—was irrelevant.But then, a firm grip on my arm pulled me back. Ricardo had been the one who grabbed my arm.“Wait.”I glared at him, ready to snap, but he held up a crisp white handkerchief. “You’re bleeding.”I frowned. “What?”Ricardo gestured to my face. I swiped the handkerchief under my nose and pulled it back to see it soaked with a red, dark and fresh blood.Fuck.Before I could process it, a second wave hit. The world around me blurred, colors melting together, and for a terrifyin
Forewarning; Life is not always a bed of roses. This chapter contains violence, please skip if you're not comfortable.Chapter 61AnnalisaThe water was cold.But I didn't care.After days of sweat and filth clinging to my skin, of enduring the irritating stench filled in this warehouse, I had appreciated every second of the bath Giovanni finally allowed me. I scrubbed until my fingers started to hurt and my skin started to sting. God knows how hard it was holding back the urge to cry as I brushed my teeth with trembling hands, desperate to erase the taste of his lips on mine, his hands, his control, and most especially their sour-tasting food.Now, as I curled up beneath the thick blanket that reeked of Giovanni's cologne, I allowed myself to sink into the mattress. I was so tired. The exhaustion in my bones was unbearable, my arms and legs felt so heavy, all I wanted at the moment was to close my heavy eyes. I wanted to sleep.But then, life always had other plans. The door to the
Chapter 70CristianoThey say time heals all wounds, but whoever came up with that obviously never had to watch someone they love waste away right in front of them. If time was supposed to heal, then why did each passing day feel like I was losing her a little more?Annalisa wouldn’t talk to me. She wouldn’t eat. She wouldn’t even look in my direction.It had gotten so bad that Bree and Grace tried luring her out, but she shut them down just as easily as she did me. She was locked away in that room, and no matter how much I wanted to break down the door, I knew I couldn’t force her.So, I tried patience. I even brought the therapist to her yesterday, hoping and even praying that she would just give it a chance. But she didn’t say a word. Not a single damn sound to the therapist throughout the session. And now, standing outside her door again, I was here knocking for what felt like the hundredth time even though I knew what the answer would be.But the knowledge didn't stop me, so I kn
Chapter 69Annalisa I guess it’s true what they say—some wounds never heal. We just learn to live with the scars, pretending they don’t hurt.This quietness was the worst part. It stretched so long, suffocating, like I was at the point of being strangled to death. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, tracing invisible patterns with my eyes. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep on Bree’s lap, comforted by the only person who made me feel safe in this nightmare that had become my new life. But now, Bree was gone.My room was too silent, except for the occasional creak of the wooden floors and the distant sound of birds outside. Grace had checked on me once, asking if I wanted breakfast. I didn't mean to, but I had snapped at her, told her I wasn’t hungry, didn’t want to eat, didn’t want to talk. I hated that she kept trying to be nice when all I wanted was to be left alone. But now, lying in bed with nothing to do, I realized I was wrong. I wished she hadn't left me alone l
Chapter 68 Cristiano Some sights are so heartbreaking, so devastating, that they knock the breath from the lungs—like an invisible hand reaching into the chest and squeezing tight.That was what it felt like when I saw Annalisa after the shootout.She was sitting at a corner, completely trembling in nothing but her nakedness, her flawless skin bruised with whip marks, and her face pale as death. But it was her eyes that did it. Those broken, empty eyes that looked at me like I was a stranger. Like she didn’t even recognize me anymore.I wanted to touch her. To pull her into my arms, hold her so tight that she would never slip away from me again. But when I reached out, she flinched.She fucking flinched at me.And that was all it took. All the rage, all the fire in my chest, all the ‘kill Giovanni with my bare hands’ energy I had been running on—it just died at that moment.I had lost her.Maybe not physically, but mentally? Emotionally? She was gone.And it was my fault.If I hadn’
Chapter 67AnnalisaYou know that feeling… that feeling of wanting to crawl out of your own skin? That feeling that makes you want to genuinely peel it off and start over because no amount of scrubbing, no amount of soap, no amount of water will ever make you clean again?That was exactly how I felt.I was sitting on the edge of my queen size bed, wrapped in some ridiculous fluffy robe I've never worn before, while the female doctor kept insisting I had to get treated first. Stitches, antibiotics, something about blood loss. I wasn’t really listening.“I need to take a bath,” I said, my voice coming out barely more than a whisper despite all her professional advice.The doctor frowned. “Madam, you need medical attention—”“I NEED TO TAKE A BATH!” I snapped, gripping the arms of the chair so hard my nails dug into the expensive upholstery. My chest was heaving. My throat burned.The room fell into silence. Bree shot the doctor a look, something pleading, something desperate like a “giv
Chapter 66AnnalisaHave you ever felt so scared to the extent where your body forgets how to breathe? Like your lungs are working, but the air just… doesn’t feel real? Your heart is racing, but instead of fight or flight, you’re just stuck—trapped in this endless loop of fear that refuses to let go?Yep, I just described how I felt. My arms wrapped around my knees, my body curled into itself, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t make myself small enough. I couldn’t disappear no matter how much I wanted to.The air in the warehouse was thick—gunpowder, blood, something metallic and bitter. Every sound was too loud. The distant sirens, the murmur of voices, the way my own pulse pounded against my skull. My eyes refused to focus, everything blurring together like a twisted nightmare.And Cristiano—I had watched him kill.Not just kill. ‘Slaughter.’His movements had been sharp, precise. No hesitation. No mercy. He had torn through Giovanni’s men like they were nothing, like their lives he
Chapter 65CristianoHave you ever tasted the kind of anger that makes you want to tear the whole world apart? The kind that sits heavy in your gut, weighing you down like chains, but also fuels you like the purest shot of adrenaline?That was me.My hands were steady, my breathing even, but inside, I was a storm waiting to be unleashed. Giovanni had taken Annalisa. My Annalisa. And that bastard was about to learn that “you don’t touch what belongs to me and live to tell the tale.”The convoy of blacked-out SUVs tore down the rain-slicked streets, slicing through the city like a pack of wolves hunting prey. Ronald’s men had met us on the way, just like he promised, bringing an arsenal that would make a warlord proud.“Boss,” Ricardo muttered beside me, clicking a round into his rifle. “We’re locked and loaded.”I nodded once, eyes locked on the warehouse up ahead. It stood on the edge of the docks, hidden in the shadows, metal walls rusted and stained with time. The kind of place wher
Content Warning: This chapter contains depictions of sexual violence, which are necessary for the story’s progression. Every detail serves a purpose and is not intended to glorify or justify violence in any form. Reader discretion is advised, thank you.Chapter 64AnnalisaPain had a way of distorting time. One second stretched into eternity, every heartbeat a slow, agonizing reminder that I was still here, still breathing, still enduring. But pain wasn’t just physical—it was mental, emotional. It crawled into the cracks of my mind, whispering doubts, telling me to give up, to let the inevitable happen.But hell, fuck that.If Cristiano wasn’t coming, then I was going to save myself.A guttural scream tore from Giovanni's throat as I sank my teeth into his member. It was a hard bite. I felt flesh against my molars, the sharp tang of blood exploding across my tongue. Giovanni howled, his body jerking as he stumbled backward, cursing in every language he knew.“Stupid f*cking b*tch!” Hi
Content Warning: This chapter contains depictions of sexual violence, which are necessary for the story’s progression. Every detail serves a purpose and is not intended to glorify or justify violence in any form. Reader discretion is advised, thank you.Chapter 63AnnalisaI used to think pain had a limit. That the body would eventually shut down, fold in on itself, and drift somewhere safe when things got too unbearable. But it turns out, I was dead wrong.Because pain wasn’t just a sensation—it was a living, breathing thing, wrapping itself around me, digging its claws into my skin, whispering in my ear that this wasn’t even the worst of it. I wasn't even close to the worst Giovanni could present, yet.My stomach had dropped when the guard that Giovanni had instructed to bring his whip, obeyed without hesitation. And it had felt like I was living in a bad dream when a sleek, coiled whip landed in Giovanni’s outstretched hand. He tested it by letting the leather slitter between his
Chapter 62CristianoThey say a man doesn't know rage until something he loves is ripped from his hands.I knew rage. I was drowning in it at this very moment.The city blurred past in streaks of neon and rain-slicked roads, but all I saw was red. The red of her dress the last time I held her. The red of the taillights she never should have stopped for. The red that would spill when I put a bullet in Giovanni’s fucking head.She had been mine since the moment she walked into my life—since the first time she tilted her head with that teasing smile and called me hubby with those plump lips of hers. I could still hear the way she said it, how her plump lips formed the word like it was her favorite thing to say.How many times had I kissed those lips? And how many more times had I told myself I had forever to do it?I prayed she was okay.For the first time in my life, I actually fucking prayed.She had no idea what she was doing to me. No idea how deep I had fallen for her, how she had w