INICIAR SESIÓNArabelle Moretti never imagined her forbidden love affair with Lucia Romano—daughter of her family's greatest enemy—would cost her everything. But when her father discovers the truth, his punishment is swift: a forced marriage to Dante Valerio, a ruthless mafia don with a haunted past and secrets that could destroy them all. Trapped by a contract that binds her for life, Arabelle enters Dante's world as a prisoner in a wedding dress. She expects cruelty. Instead, she finds restraint, protection, and a slow-burning attraction she can't resist. But when her father dies under suspicious circumstances and Lucia returns with devastating confessions, Arabelle's carefully controlled life explodes. Torn between the woman who first captured her heart and the husband who now owns it, Arabelle uncovers a conspiracy that shatters everything she believed about loyalty, family, and love. As three mafia empires descend into war, she must make an impossible choice—one that will either save her or destroy everyone she's ever loved. In a world where love is the deadliest weapon, Arabelle will learn that some bonds can never be broken—only bled for.
Ver más“Please, Mr. Tuazon, I’m not ready yet!”
Pinosas niya ang mga kamay ko sa dulo ng kanyang kama. Itinali niya ang katawan ko gamit ng body bondage na kulay itim at itinali niya rin ang mga paa ko gamit ng soft rope kaya’t hindi ako makagalaw. “Didn’t I tell you that I don’t like it when you talk and meet other men besides me? You break the rule. What will be the punishment? Of course, this one. I already told you, right? You’re stubborn. Sa bagay, kailan ka ba nakinig, huh? Gusto mo talagang nasasaktan ka.” “Mr. Tuazon, hindi naman ako nakipagkita sa isang lalaki na kung sino lang! Nagkataon lang na may nagtanong sa akin kung saan ang direksyon na pupuntahan niya! At ‘yung isa naman ay pinsan ko,” paliwanag ko pero hinampas niya lang ang kanyang sinturon sa kama na ikinatalon ko sa hinihigaan ko. Kung kailan nabigyan niya ako ng pagkakataon para makalabas at makapag-shopping ngayon naman ako minalasan. “You are just mine, Apple, you are just mine! Ilang beses ko bang uulit-ulitin ‘yon? Binili na kita sa nanay mo at walang sinuman ang pwedeng kumuha sa ‘yo mula sa akin!" Naghuhumaling singhal niya. “Y-Yes, Mr. Tuazon. I-I know. Please pakawalan mo na ako. Please, Mr. Tuazon?” hinihingal kong pakiusap ngunit pagalit niya akong binalingan. My God…what kind of man is he? “Mr. Tuazon? ASAWA MO AKO ‘DI BA? You’re supposed to call me ‘honey’!” Nanlaki ang mata ko nang pumatong siya sa akin at hinubad ang black shirt niya. "Gusto mo talagang maparusahan, huh?" “N-No. No, honey. Please, hindi pa ako ready. I will ask for it but not now. Hindi pa ako ready!” pag-iling ko ngunit nginisian niya ako at hinawakan ang panga ako. Siniil niya ako ng agresibong halik habang idinadausdos niya ang kanyang kamay sa hita ko pataas. “Hmp!” lumikot ako sa hinihigaan ko para mapabitaw siya ngunit kaagad na akong nawalan ng lakas at hinayaan na lang ang mata kong maglabas ng luha. Pinunit niya ang skirt ng dress ko kaya’t napahikbi ako habang pwersahan niya akong hinahalikan. Nang bitawan niya ako sa halik, doon ko nailabas ang malakas kong pag-iyak. Tinitigan niya ako at umalis sa ibabaw ko. Nakita ko pang napahilamos siya ng mukha at mukhang nagsisisi sa ginawa niya sa akin. “Hindi pa ba malinaw sa ‘yo na ayaw kong may iba kang kasamang lalaki dahil nagseselos ako? Mahirap bang sundin ‘yon, Apple? Hangga’t maaari ayaw kitang saktan. Ayaw kitang pwersahan pero gumagawa ka ng dahilan para gawin ko ‘yan sa ‘yo!" aniya at kinabog ang pader. “Look what I did! Muntikan na kitang—argh!” “I’m sorry. I-I won’t do it again. Pakawalan mo na ako, h-hon. Hindi na ako makikipag-kita sa ibang lalaki,” hingal na hingal kong wika at pilit na hinihila ang mga kamay ko mula sa posas. “Promise?” “I promise, hon.” Ngumuso ako para magpahalik sa kanya. Binigyan naman niya ako ng may pag-iingat na halik bago niya ako pinakawalan sa mga posas ko. “I love you,” sambit niya na nagpatahimik sa akin. “I love you, Apple Gale. I love you, my queen,” ulit-ulit niyang sambit at niyakap ako mula sa likod. “Mahirap ba na ako na lang? Mahirap ba na mahalin mo ako pabalik?” Hindi ko kayang mahalin pabalik ang isang tulad niya. He forced me. Gusto kong magalit pero hindi ko naman kaya. “Right. Hindi mo ako mahal. Hindi mo ako mahal.” Tumayo siya mula sa kanyang pagkakayakap. Paano kita mamahalin kung pinilit mo lang akong maging sa ‘yo? Akala niya ba makukuha niya ang loob at puso ko kahit binili niya ako sa nanay ko? At mayroon akong ibang gusto. Mayroon akong ibang mahal. “Fix yourself,” naging malamig na naman ang kanyang tono. “Next time na may makita pa akong lalaki na makikipag-kita sa ‘yo, papatayin ko siya sa harap mo.” Kinalabog niya ang pinto at nilock ito. Natatawa naman akong bumaling sa saradong pinto. Ang lalaking ‘yon baliw na baliw sa akin. Kahit siguro ama ko pagseselosan niya. I’ll wait until he trained me at aalis ako sa buhay niya at sa isla’ng ‘to. “I will never love you, Adrious Caesar Tuazon, my king. Remember that. Pag-aari mo lang ako pero ‘di mo pag-aari ang puso ko.”"Are you just going to sit there and watch her go without doing anything?" Clara snapped, pacing the length of Dante's office.Dante poured another drink, his hand steadier than it should be. "What do you expect me to do, Clara?""Go after her! Apologize. Make her understand—""Make her understand what?" His laugh was hollow. "That I lied to her from the beginning? That our entire marriage was built on a foundation I knew was rotten?" He downed the whiskey in one gulp, welcoming the burn. "She's right to leave.""That doesn't make any sense—""Enough." Massimo's voice cut through their argument. "This isn't what we should be focusing on right now. What matters is who planted that envelope in Arabelle's nightgown.""That's easy," Dante said, his eyes fixed on the door as if Arabelle might walk back through it any moment. "Maria."Clara stopped pacing. "How would you know?""I caught her on a suspicious phone call about two weeks ago," Massimo explained. "She was whispering, looking ove
The rain had started by the time Arabelle pulled up to Lucia's apartment building. She sat in the car for a moment, her hands gripping the steering wheel, trying to steady her breathing. The suitcase in the passenger seat felt like evidence of her shattered life—hastily packed, running away from everything she thought she knew.She grabbed it and ran through the rain to the entrance, her clothes soaked by the time she reached Lucia's floor. Standing outside the familiar door, Arabelle hesitated.What was she doing here?But the alternative—going back to Dante, to that house full of lies—was impossible.She knocked.The door opened, but instead of Lucia's warm brown eyes, she was met with Nora's suspicious gaze."You've got to be kidding me," Nora said."Hi…I—I'm looking for Lucia," Arabelle stammered. "Is she here?""No." The answer came fast, defensive. "She's not here.""Please, I just need to talk to her—""I don't think she wants to talk to you." Nora moved to close the door. "You
"Did you hear that? It's coming from your room, Dante." Massimo said in the middle of the discussion."Arabelle!" Dante realized and rushed out of the room with full speed.Massimo and Clara were right behind him as he took the stairs three at a time, his heart pounding with dread. That scream—the raw pain in Arabelle's voice—meant something terrible had happened.He burst through the bedroom door to find his wife standing in the middle of the room, still wrapped in a towel, her wet hair dripping onto the carpet. Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes red-rimmed and hollow. In her trembling hands, she clutched a manila envelope and what looked like old, yellowed documents."Arabelle, what happened?" Dante moved toward her instinctively."Don't." She held up one hand, stopping him. Her voice was flat, empty. "Don't come any closer.""What's wrong? What is that?"She laughed—a broken, bitter sound that made his chest tighten. "This? This is the truth. The truth you've been hiding fr
"You have just forty-eight hours to plant the envelope in her clothes." Lorenzo's voice was deep and threatening from the other end."W…what? I can't possibly do that." Maria whispered into the phone while looking back, making sure no one was seeing her."You can possibly do that, Maria. I don't have time on my side anymore. I'm tired of hiding. You have to do this or your daughter's life will be in danger.""No, no…. I'll do it. Just… just give me time to…""The time is now. Don't push me, young lady. I'll expect your call in two days' time." He said and hung up."Fuck you, Lorenzo." She whispered, her hands trembling as she lowered the phone."Maria…" someone called from behind which caught her off guard, making her tense.She turned back and saw Massimo standing by the doorframe, his expression unreadable in the dim hallway light."Who were you talking to?""No… I wasn't talking to anyone." She rushed her words and made her way to the door to leave, but Massimo grabbed her by her a
"So guys, let's play a game," Clara suddenly said as the credits rolled on the movie they'd all just finished watching.Dante looked up from his phone where he'd been responding to a message from one of the underbosses. "A game?""Yes, a game. You know, just to round up the night.” Clara stretched
Clara sat curled up in the sitting room, scrolling mindlessly through her tablet. She'd already reviewed the day's reports three times, checked in with all the territory contacts, and confirmed everything was running smoothly.Now she was just... bored.With Dante and Arabelle gone, the house felt
"Are you sure this is safe?" Arabelle asked, eyeing the massive four-wheel drive vehicle with skepticism.Dante laughed, pulling her closer. "It's a desert safari, not a death wish. Thousands of tourists do this every day.""Tourists who aren't married to mafia bosses with multiple people wanting t
Massimo pulled up to the estate gates at exactly eight o'clock. Clara was already waiting outside, wrapped in a leather jacket against the evening chill."You didn't have to wait outside," he said as she slid into the passenger seat."I needed the air." She buckled her seatbelt, her fingers fidgeti












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