LOGINAfter fixing herself up and hiding the dark bruises on her neck beneath a scarf, Belladonna finally headed out. She walked with a slight limp, biting back the sharp pain between her thighs. She refused to stay in that house a second longer. She was terrified Dominic would suddenly come home and be vicious to her again, demanding her body with his insatiable, demonic lust. She also prayed Carlos wouldn't show up at the bar tonight; she didn't want Dominic's twisted misunderstanding to spiral any further. And if Dominic still accused her and beat her again, she wasn't going to fight back. She hoped she would just die by his hands. That way, he would finally be satisfied after killing her, and she would never have to feel pain again.Not long after Belladonna left, Helena got a phone call from Dominic. His aura of control and menace practically bled through the phone line. He wanted to know if Belladonna was still at home. If she had already left, he was going to order his men to tail he
The clinking sound of metal scissors clashing broke the heavy atmosphere in the room. Helena couldn't save Belladonna's long hair anymore. The beautiful strands that used to flow freely were now ruined, tangled, and roughly severed as a result of Dominic’s brutal tugging the last night when the jealous devil possessed him. Holding back the tears welling up in her eyes, the maid was forced to cut Belladonna's hair short, right up to the nape of her neck. But unexpectedly, the new cut actually made Belladonna's face look even younger and lovelier.She had a round face, and her cheeks looked a bit chubby, framed by the short hair, giving off a fragile yet innocent vibe that would touch anyone's heartstrings. Despite the ugly bruises staining her porcelain skin, she actually looked much better than before. Belladonna reached out to touch the unfamiliar ends of her hair. She stared blankly with empty eyes at her own reflection. "How is it? Do I look weird?"After so long, this was the fir
"I get fucking more sick of looking at your face!" Dominic scoffed, unable to handle the look in her eyes that treated him like nothing more than a sickening monster. He roughly shoved her body back onto the thin mattress and pulled away, trying to steady his heavy breathing. "Mark my words, Belladonna. If you ever dare to see that guy again, I will lock you up in the dark where you can't run anywhere. If that happens... trust me, you will taste a torture worse than anything you’ve ever imagined. I despise traitors!" His threat was low, a dangerous, menacing promise. It wasn't just a bluff. He would do it if he had to; he wasn't going to let another man touch his property."I don't even know him! I told you he was just a customer." Belladonna still tried to defend herself, lifting her aching body. Even knowing it was useless to argue with this devil who wouldn’t listen, she had to speak her truth."Is that so? If he was just a customer, why did you look so cozy with him? You two were
Belladonna’s sobbing could be heard again that morning. Weakly echoing and heart-wrenching, it crept through the cracks behind the thick wooden door. After being silent for so long, her weeping could be heard once more, bringing back the dark aura that had briefly vanished from the mansion. No one dared to step into the warehouse to check on her. The maids could only lower their heads stiffly, exchanging pale glances with trembling shoulders. Everyone could guess what had happened last night, leaving them consumed by unspoken, terrifying questions.As far as they knew, Dominic and Belladonna had called a truce over the last few days. An odd warmth had briefly wrapped around their masters. Their fights had rarely been heard, and Dominic’s cruelty towards his wife had begun to lessen. So why was their relationship heating up again? What triggered the mafia boss to turn back into an untouchable, psychotic monster?Driven by a mix of curiosity and pity, Helena decided to enter the warehou
"Don't act like some clueless idiot like you can actually play me! Even if I don't want you, you're still my fucking wife. You don't get to act like a cheap slut before I officially throw you out." His voice was a lethal hiss right in her face, barely masking the raging inferno of jealousy. His grip tightened, cutting off her air, his dark eyes stripping away her defenses. "How the fuck do you have the nerve to play with fire behind my back?""I really don't get it!" Belladonna choked out, fighting for air. Tears spilled down her cheeks. Her legs kicked wildly, and her small hands desperately beat against his rock-solid arm. "Please, can you just tell me what's going on without doing this?""You walked out of a private room with that bastard. What exactly were you two doing in there? Is everything I give you not enough? Or are you just such a whore you needed another guy to scratch the itch?" Dominic spat, his tone dripping with disdain and mockery. His rage was spiraling out of contr
Rage didn't just consume Dominic; it swallowed him whole, torching whatever shreds of sanity he had left. The veins in his neck and arms bulged, his jaw tightly clenched as he gritted his teeth to hold back the storm of fury that threatened to be unleashed. His eyes glared at the picture in his hand with pure, unfiltered murder in them. The edges of the glossy paper crumpled under his bruising grip, right where he wished he was snapping that bastard's neck.His gut had been right. She was actually falling for another guy. Dominic let out a harsh breath, blowing a cloud of cigar smoke into the air. He never thought his twisted suspicions would be dead on. This whole sick mess was dragging out the absolute devil inside him. There was no way in hell he was forgiving her for cheating behind his back. No one touched what was his. Even though he kept telling himself he didn't give a damn about her.How dare she pull this sick shit while she was still legally married to him? He didn't want h
Belladonna had just arrived at Estelle's house. She wanted to take a shower at her house. Lucky for her, she left right away, so she didn't run into her husband, whom she didn't fully remember yet. She hadn't even seen his face clearly because the room was dimly lit.“You're really something, Bella
Belladonna stormed out of her house, grumbling under her breath. She figured she’d be better off at work, but the screech of a car pulling up beside her brought her to a dead halt. The horn blared as the car door swung open. Dominic was sitting there. A wave of pure loathing washed over her. Domin
One of Dominic's men led Phillips on his way out. The moment he was outside, Phillip rushed to call Belladonna, asking her to come home right away. Having not seen or spoken to her father in ages, Belladonna’s memory of him had faded, and she didn't have a clue who he was."Who is this?" she asked,
Thanks to the reminders that always popped up on her phone, Belladonna made it to Estelle’s place without getting lost. She was dying to know what was really going on between her and Dominic. So curious why Dominic was acting so cold and rude to her. The more she thought about it, the more she got







