LOGINChapter 7-Stuck in an island(2) She woke up from her slumber in a weakened state, her tummy rumbled as she looked out the window when she realized it was evening already. The view of the waterfront didn’t fascinate her in any shape or form, neither did she care to assimilate to the decor of her new home. Maximof’s body was barely rotting six feet underground and she was already married to his brother. Her mother’s words about protection, duty and loyalty trudged through my mind which created a wrangled mess as she tried to rise to her feet. Just then the door opened and she couldn’t help but jolt sharply. She was musty, still clad in her dress from when she was married and in dire need of a shower. Whoever had opened the door was for sure taking their sweet time to come in, the lights were off so she couldn’t make it who it was. It finally turned on and a man was standing a few inches away from her. He wasn’t tall, neither short, very average lookin frumpy brown h
Chapter 6–Stuck in an island “I beg your pardon?” She was sure she couldn’t hear the words that just splurged out of her husband’s mouth. Here she was, stuck in an island she knew nothing about, he appeared out of nowhere with an absurd question thrown at her. Vincent’s frown grew even deeper. He was a man who knew how to read faces—his wife’s was bewildered, or it could be a trick up her sleeve to mask her deviousness. Maximof died, leaving a boat load of problems on his desk which he would rather ignore. He was the new heir now, a position he solemnly swore to stay away from—this came with too many duties, getting to the bottom of his brother’s death was one of them. “Tell me the truth, Victoria.” “What truth?” “You know what I’m talking about.” “No I do not!” Vincent sighed. He was operating on only an hour of sleep, “Fine then, if you’re not going to tell me who’s it you’re tied to then this conversation is over.” “Conver
Chapter 5-A not-so jolly husband “Leave?!” She yelled, “Why am I leaving? Where am— “I don’t have the time to answer your questions. “ Vincent cut her off, “We’re married now, you’ve fulfilled your duty which means you do as I say. There’s a car waiting for you outside, ready to take you to the airport.” Victoria’s eyes widened. She just couldn’t belugas it. First they force her to marry him, now she was being forced to leave without as much having a where. “Where am I going to?” “My home.” “Your home?” “Our home.” He corrected, he brought out a cigar which he lit, “It’s on an island. I need you to be there until I get a few things sorted out.” The tears that brimmed up in her eyes started to fall, “I want to see my mom.” “No.” He said. She ignored his words and tried to walk past him, when he grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled her backwards, she almost bucked against his chest which made her shriek, “What the— “Look.”
Chapter 4-A wedding of disaster It was her husband’s funeral and yet Victoria mourned something even more—her freedom. Tears rolled down her eyes as she made her way down the stairs, the guests had already started to entertain themselves with canapés and champagne, small talk and negotiations. Deals were going on and around the room, she could smell it…she was suffocated by it. At the far end of the room, there he was, the man she was to marry. Her eyes filled with unbridled rage and pure hatred, she was trapped with nowhere to go. Gulping hard, she slowly walked down and eyes fell on her. The whispers followed, almost like they knew what was happening, how she was being forced to marry Vincent Morano. She fought hard against her tears as she walked towards the buffet table, there she grabbed two glasses of champagne and downed them in one gulp. “Respect yourself, Victoria.” She heard her mother from behind her. Turning around sharply, “Respect? You’re the
Chapter 3-The Widow’s refusal Marriage. The word echoed through her ears and mind. It didn’t make any sense. She was still in mourning. According to psychologists, widows tend to suffer a small stage of delirium through their grief. Victoria posed what she just heard as that—her mind playing games with her. “Toria.” Her mother muttered from behind her, “It’s for the best. Marrying Vincent is for— “Marriage?” She cut her off, “This isn’t a joke?!” Frank frowned, “No it’s not. Sit down Victoria.” She wanted to yell at her father-in-law, tell them all that they were out of their damned minds, but even a new widow like her knew her place in the family. She did as she was told, sat back down whilst brushing off her tears which glided down effortlessly. Gillian Moretti, Her father, cleared his throat before speaking again, “We know this is hard on you but it’s for the best. Maximof is gone, bless his soul, but with his position vacant there’s too much at stake between both f
Chapter 2-The Wife Transfer Gloria Morano ignored her daughter-in-law’s question. It came out suddenly, the truth she’d wanted to keep in the dark until her son’s body was six feet underneath. Tensions were high, her son’s cause of death still unknown, families looking to take over now that Maximoff was off the picture: Victoria gulped hard, unsure if she’d heard her mother-in-law correctly. She followed Gloria, eyes frantic and her hands quivering. Gloria Morano wasn’t the most welcoming person, she was a standoffish woman who prided herself in keeping the Morano family aligned, a relationship with her daughter in law wasn’t all that important to her. She couldn’t have heard correctly, she kept on telling herself as she tagged behind her mother-in-law through the crowd, it just couldn’t be true. “Mrs— “Stand still.” “But I— “I said stand still.” Gloria was stern, her eyes filled with the void of a bereaved mother, “Your husband is about to







