เข้าสู่ระบบGabriellaNever did I ever dream that this day would come.I stared at the two lines on the strips, and instantly, the dam broke, and tears rolled down freely.I didn't even care if I was loud or not, the emotions were too hard to contain. How could I get pregnant by a monster?I covered my mouth with my hand as I tried to stop the sobs, then I did the next sensible thing I could think of. Flush the pregnancy strip. Get rid of the evidence, No one would ever know this. It will remain my secret. hear of this. Not even Luca will hear of this. I turned on the tap, washed my red face with water, dabbed it with a towel, and cleared my throat, staring at myself in the mirror. I hadn’t noticed until now how different I looked.The weight gain, the glow, it’s like I gained extra pounds which was impossible in this mansion. I used that opportunity to take a shower, scrubbing my skin till it was pink and clean. For some reason, I enjoyed staying under the warm shower. It calmed my brain.
GabriellaI was still pointing the knife at Adrianna when Luca stepped in, his eyes widened with shock.“Gabriella, what are you doing?” He asked.“I just…” I blinked back tears, “I just want to be free.”“You will be free soon.” Luca slowly walked up to me, took the knife from me, and carried me up to my room. I was sure Adrianna was shocked by this sudden, strange behavior of mine. But even I didn’t understand myself.Luca placed me on the bed, and I sat my legs against my chest. “What are you doing?” He asked, not in an angry tone, but in a thoughtful tone, as if he was concerned about my well-being.“I don’t know, I think I’m going crazy, maybe the house is finally getting to me.” I sniffed.He let out a sigh and brought out the white strip from his pocket, “Here, you said you needed this.”I snatched it from him, “Thanks. Really. You’ve been so helpful.”He nodded, “You’re welcome, Gabriella. I know it’s not easy but you need to hold on. I’d come up with something.”I nodded my
GabriellaSince the few months I stayed with Marcello, I'd never fallen ill.Not even when he locked me in a disgusting basement that stinked with pee and mold.I survived being there for days, I was starved, weak, and exhausted. Yet I wasn’t throwing up around the whole place like some pregnant ….I paused, clutched my belly, could I be pregnant?I sat up with urgency, I was still lying on the king-sized bed in Marcello’s room. These past few days he never let me out of his sight, not even for a minute.He’d check up on me from time to time, making sure I wasn’t sick again. I rose slowly from the bed and dragged my feet to the door, I twisted the doorknob wishing to be free but it was locked. Somehow the sickness made me even more frustrated with staying here. No matter how much I wandered around the mansion, I’d always remain his helpless prisoner wife.I banged my fist against the door, “Help me,” I yelled as if the house were bursting into flames. The door clicked open and
MarcelloTonight was the night I haunt Jose Miguel.I finished the last button on my black long-sleeve shirt, giving the mirror one last glance.Jose Miguel won’t see me coming and when I strike, he’d be too engrossed in his pleasures to fight back.When my stepfather was still alive, he gave him a hard time. He’s borrowing and not paying on time. He’d flee for three days to the day he was supposed to pay back. He was corny but brutal too. He also handled his enemies with an iron fist, but not me; I won’t back down until I get every last penny.There’s a knock at the door, and Luca peeks his head in.“Boss, the men are ready.”“Good, because today we’d paint the city red, red with Jose Miguel’s blood.”The ride to the nightclub was less than an hour. Before I stepped in, I wore a black shade for disguise. I didn’t want him to see me coming. Not even by mistake.They let me into the club without any hassle even though it was private. They knew me, the inferno lord who was feared by al
Gabriella.I can't believe I thought Marcello was worth forgiving. I’d seen him take care of Adrianna and I was touched, thought he had an ounce of redemption in him but I was wrong.He’d always be the man who shot my father.He’d always be my foe. The door creaked open and Adrianna stepped in, her face sunken and sad. “I’m sorry, Gabriella, don’t mind my brother…” “No,” I cut her off, “Don’t come here giving an excuse for him, he’s a monster, I know he acts to be all sweet and good but that’s a lie.”She blinked twice, shocked. “Gaby…”“Don’t call me that, my name is Gabriella and your brother kidnapped me and killed my father in cold blood. Trying to defend him is pointless.”She nodded, “Of course, I know you’re angry. I’d give you time to cool off, I love you.”“No you don’t,” I snarled bitterly. “You just pity me!”She shot one last look at me before smiling, “No Gabriella, I don’t.”With that she left, once again I’m alone in this room.I shut my eyes tight realizing I’d gon
Marcello The news of Stefan Lombardi's death spread like wildfire. I grinned in satisfaction as I stared at the newspaper. I wish I had seen the way the fire exhumed him. I wish he’d fallen at my feet for mercy. There was a knock at the door of my study and I threw the paper on the mahogany. Luca stood in the doorway, his face expressionless. I narrowed my eyes scanning him. He rarely came in here except that he had something to say. Something urgent. “Good morning Boss!”Luca greeted stepping further into the room.I sank onto the chair, swiveling in it. “Morning, Luca. Why are you here? And why do you look like you lost your pet dog?”Luca grinned,” We got some information on Stefan Lombardi.”I straightened in my seat, he should be dead, I watched his house burst into flames, not physically though, from my drones. “What news?”“When the fire stopped burning, the police examined the place, luckily, we left no trace of ourselves, but we found something else.”“Don’t keep me in







