LOGINماذا لو كان الرجل الذي تكرهينه هو الشخص الوحيد الذي يعرف حقيقتك؟ وماذا لو كان حبك له هو الخطأ الذي قد يكلّفك حياتك؟ قبل خمس سنوات، ابتلعت النيران قصر عائلة فيروني، تاركة خلفها ثلاث جثث وفتاة اختفت دون أثر. أُغلقت القضية، ودُفنت الأسرار، واعتقد الجميع أن الماضي انتهى إلى الأبد. لكن الماضي لم يكن ميتاً. بعد سنوات من العيش بهوية جديدة، تتلقى لارا مورينو رسالة غامضة تحمل صورة من حياتها القديمة، واسمًا ظنت أنها لن تسمعه مجدداً: إيلينا فيروني. رسالة واحدة كانت كافية لتحطيم حياتها الهادئة وفتح أبواب جحيم حاولت نسيانه. في طريقها لكشف الحقيقة، تجد نفسها أمام أدريان ڤالكون، الرجل الغامض الذي يتهمها بالتسبب في موت شقيقه، ويبدو أنه يعرف عنها أكثر مما تعرفه هي عن نفسها. بينهما ماضٍ غامض، وذكريات مفقودة، وأسرار مدفونة تحت رماد جريمة لم تُكشف حقيقتها بعد. كلما اقتربت لارا من الحقيقة، اكتشفت أن الأشخاص الذين وثقت بهم كانوا يخفون عنها أكثر مما يتخيل عقلها، وأن الموتى ليسوا دائماً أمواتاً، وأن بعض الجرائم لا تُرتكب بدافع الكراهية، بل بدافع الحب. لكن ماذا لو كان أدريان هو قاتلها الحقيقي؟ وماذا لو كانت هي نفسها تخفي الجريمة الأكثر رعباً؟ في عالم تتشابك فيه الخيانة مع الحب، وتتحول فيه الثقة إلى أخطر أشكال الخطر، لن يكون السؤال: من القاتل؟ بل: من يستحق أن تصدقه قبل فوات الأوان؟ حين أحببت قاتلي… لم أكن أعلم أنني أحببت الرجل الذي يعرف كيف يقتلني دون أن يلمسني.
View MoreHer neck length hair vibrated and her night dress wrinkled at the action. Her heart rose and fell heavily as she stared at the man who stood in the doorway. He was both scary and inviting. His body was the definition of a sexy man.
Matteo Armani walked into the dimly lit room and stopped before his wife. He was shirtless, with the sleek body of an underwear model. He was tall like every woman's dream and his handsome face made heads turn each time he passed.
Maybe it was because of his deep blue eyes; or it was the sharpness of his jawline. It could have also been because of the beautiful curls that fell over his forehead. He brought his hands to her cheeks and kept it there.
Diana let out a shiver. She was a small woman compared to her husband. Yet her body was curvy at the right places. Her jade blue eyes were one of her greatest assets. It made her stand out from the rest of the women out there and her kind nature made it easy for anyone to fall in love with her immediately.
"I thought you were working all night?" Diana asked as she ran her eyes down his bare chest and unto his pants.
His shoes were also still on. They were the only things that proofed that he truly came from work. He must have abandoned his shirt somewhere in the house before getting to the room.
"I want you, Diana. I want you now," he whispered in a husky voice and brought his other hand to her waist.
Diana widened her eyes. He had made love to her that morning before going to work. Yet here he was again wanting more.
"I— I don't feel like it. I've been feeling weak all day. Maybe tomorrow," Diana turned him down nervously and tried to walk away from his him.
She had already taken two steps away when he pulled her back. She hit his chest and he held her in place.
"I want you now. My desire for you needs to be quenched now. I cannot wait!" He exclaimed and his blue eyes only darkened further with his lust.
This was the problem with Matteo. He never took no for an answer. Whenever he wanted her, he always expected her to give him what he wanted. But today, Diana did not feel like giving in to his demands without a fight.
"I'm not strong enough. I can't have sex with you tonight. I'm already so exhausted and I need some sleep," Diana protested and she felt herself begin to tremble immediately at the confrontation.
Diana was not a fighter. She was the type of woman who was meek and always submitted to a greater force— in this case, her husband.
Matteo gritted his teeth at Diana. He was not ready to allow his young wife turn him down. To him, a wife was nothing but a sex toy and she was supposed to satisfy him whenever he wished. He wanted her now and he was going to have her.
She tried to break free but Matteo held her in place with his strong left hand. Then he brought his other hand to her cheeks and lifted her head towards his lips.
"When I say that I want you, it means that I will have you. You have no say in that matter!" Matteo instructed and planted a hot kiss on her lips.
Diana gasped inwardly at the kiss. She immediately knew that she could not break free. There was no stopping her husband now. He was going to have what he wanted.
Matteo moved his lips possessively against her mouth. He sucked on her lips and demanded passage into her mouth. He glided his tongue freely inside.
Matteo would never admit it but he enjoyed the way his wife tasted. The softness of her lips made him always crave for more. The warmth that came with her lips provoked strange sensations within him. His time with her was always different compared to when he was having flings outside.
He deepened the kiss and soon started moving down her neck. He trailed her neck all the way to her shoulders with kisses.
Diana let out shudders and did not realize it when a moan escaped her lips. As much as she tried to hate her husband, she could not bring herself to. Because deep down, one part of her secretly enjoyed every love they made. Both those that were done forcefully and willingly.
Matteo started pushing her backwards until Diana's butt hit the dresser. Matteo saw his reflection in the mirror behind Diana as he kissed her shoulders. He found the tiny hand of her night dress and pushed it down her body. It fell off and left Diana completely naked. She was not wearing any underwear.
Matteo chuckled as he took in the shape of his wife's meduim sized breasts again. Every time, he was always marveled by the way they looked, even if he had seen her naked a million times already.
Diana felt her breath keep getting heavier as the minutes passed. Matteo helped himself out of his pants and flung his shoes off. Diana widened her eyes at Matteo's massive and aroused member.
"You like what you see, don't you?" Matteo said with a grin as he wiggled his brows at her.
Diana could not deny it so she blushed instead. Although, she was still angry about the fact that Matteo had refused to respect her wish about not wanting to make love with him tonight.
Matteo on the other hand stopped wiggling his brows at her and pressed his body against her. This left Diana feeling all of him against her stomach and against her wish, she felt hot liquid trickle out from between her legs.
Matteo found her tits and grinned at the softness yet greatness of them. He brought his lips to her nipple and gave her gentle bites there. Diana hissed in response and Matteo suddenly turned her around so that she faced the mirror.
Diana hated this position. It made her feel as if she was at his mercy and indeed, she was.
He slapped her butt hard and prepared himself to take her from behind. Matteo let out a loud moan the moment he inserted himself inside her from behind.
Diana gasped.
"Damn! Baby! You're too sweet!" he roared and immediately went to work behind her.
He started pounding into her mercilessly without caring about how rough he was being with her. Diana gasped as her body kept bouncing to and fro at her husband's great strength.
Matteo kept moaning nonstop. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her backwards towards him so that he could find his way deeper within her. Later, he lifted her a bit so that he would have access to her breasts again.
Matteo was the only one having the time of his life as he fucked his wife over and over again. He had enough strength to go an entire hour nonstop.
He pulled his cock out and switched Diana's position like she was a toy. She was now facing him. He lifted her and placed her on the dresser. He parted her legs wide enough and inserted himself safely between her legs. Then went in and started pounding mercilessly into her again.
He was panting yet he did not stop. Matteo found her lips and claimed them again. He sucked on her lips so hard that he started biting her gently. Eventually, he bit her hard enough to draw blood.
Diana only flinched but he did not let her go. He continued sucking on her lips and definitely sucked her blood.
He brought his hands down to her tits and squeezed on them like this was going to be the last time they made love. Then he moved another hand to the top of her butt that could be touched even as she was still sitting.
He squeezed as hard as he could. The moaning never stopped. He felt himself beginning to reach the peak. He was nearing satisfaction.
"Fuck! Diana!" He yelled and continued working on her.
Diana felt her legs begin to tremble. She had had enough of it already but her husband was not stopping. This was another downside of him. He never knew when to stop and he was too rough.
He found her hair and pulled back on it. Her neck became exposed to him and he claimed it with his mouth. He literally ran his tongue around the area.
By now, they were both wet with sweat and Matteo's energy was never ending.
In the end, Matteo reached the peak and he cummed into her. He let out a satisfied animalistic roar before he exited her softness.
Diana gasped and she fell off the table to the floor. Matteo did not try to catch her.
"I need a shower," he finally said and walked to the bathroom room.
Diana felt her pussy throbbing and her legs kept vibrating nonstop. She felt her fever begin to rise. She slowly crawled to their bed and pulled down the bed cover on her body.
Honestly, she was tired. She was tired of the entire relationship. They had been married for three years now and she did not think this was a marriage. Instead, it felt like a cage that she had been trapped in for too long.
She would have left him a long time ago but that was quite impossible since she was deeply in love with him.
She felt tears fill up her eyes and they found a way out of her eyes. They trailed down her cheeks and she tried hard to muffle her sobs. The last thing she wanted was for Matteo to find out she was crying.
She wiped the tears away from her face angrily. She had no one else to blame but herself. No one had forced her into this relationship. She had willingly accepted it; even after her mother warned her.
Now she was paying the consequences for not taking her mother's advice. She pulled the cover closer to her body and just sat on the floor.
How could she free herself from him?
She was way too deep in to walk away. . .
لم أسمع صوت الرصاصة بقدر ما شعرت بارتدادها داخل صدري.سقط أدريان على الأرض.صرخت باسمه واندفعت نحوه، لكن المرأة التي خرجت من غرفة العمليات رفعت المسدس مجددًا.«ابتعدي عنه!»توقفت.كانت تحمل وجهي، وعينيّ، وحتى الندبة الصغيرة قرب حاجبها الأيسر.لكنها كانت تنظر إليّ بكراهية لم أرَ مثلها من قبل.قالت:«لقد أخذتِ اسمي، وحياتي، وحتى الرجل الذي أحببته. ماذا تريدين أكثر؟»أجبتها وأنا أنظر إلى أدريان:«من أنتِ؟»ضحكت.«ما زلتِ تسألين السؤال الخطأ.»اقتربت خطوة.«أنا المرأة التي كان يجب أن تكونيها.»⸻حاولت الوصول إلى أدريان، لكن المرأة أطلقت رصاصة في الأرض أمام قدمي.«قلت لك ابتعدي!»صرخت:«لقد أصبته! ماذا تريدين مني؟»أجابت:«أريد أن تتذكري.»ثم أشارت إلى الرجل الممدد على الأرض.«اسأليه ماذا فعل بنا في السابع عشر من مايو.»نظرت إلى أدريان.كان يضغط بيده على بطنه، والدم يتسرب بين أصابعه.قال بصعوبة:«لا تستمعي إليها…»ضحكت المرأة.«حتى الآن يحاول حمايتك.»ثم اقتربت منه ووضعت قدمها قرب رأسه.«أخبرها يا أدريان. أخبرها من الذي اختار الطفلة التي ستعيش، ومن الذي ترك الأخرى تموت.»لم يجب.رفعت المسد
لم أستطع إبعاد عيني عن الشاشة.امرأة تحمل وجهي.رجل يحمل وجه أدريان.وطفلة تناديه أبي.ثلاثة أشخاص يقفون في غرفة إليانا، بينما كنت أنا في الطابق السفلي من منزل لا أعرف إن كان منزلي فعلًا.قالت صوفيا بصوت مرتجف:«أغلقي البث.»لم أتحرك.اقترب يوسف من الشاشة، وأعاد تشغيل التسجيل من البداية.هذه المرة لم أركز على الوجوه، بل على التفاصيل.الساعة المعلقة فوق الباب.الستائر الرمادية.الدمية البيضاء.ثم لاحظت شيئًا جعل قلبي يتوقف للحظة.كانت هناك صورة صغيرة فوق السرير.صورة لي وأنا أحمل طفلة حديثة الولادة.لكنني لم أكن أرتدي ملابس المستشفى.كنت أرتدي فستانًا أسود، وعلى عنقي سلسلة ذهبية أعرفها جيدًا.السلسلة نفسها التي وجدتها في الغرفة 11.همست:«هذه صورتي.»قال يوسف:«نعم.»«متى التُقطت؟»اقترب من الشاشة وقرأ التاريخ.17 مايو 2024.تراجعت.«هذا مستحيل. لم أكن أعرف حتى بوجود هذه الطفلة.»قالت صوفيا:«ربما لم تكوني تعرفين.»التفت إليها.«لا أريد احتمالات. أريد الحقيقة.»أجابت بصوت خافت:«في ذلك اليوم، كنتِ أنتِ من أحضرتِ الطفلة إلى هذا المنزل.»⸻طلبت من يوسف فتح تسجيل الكاميرات المحفوظة.ظهرت
«لا تختاري يا أمي… لأن أحدهما مات بالفعل.»ظل صوت الطفلة يتردد في الغرفة بعد انقطاع البث.نظرت إلى أدريان، ثم إلى ألكسندر.كان الاثنان واقفين أمامي، يحمل كل منهما سلاحًا، وكل منهما ينظر إلى الآخر كما لو أنه ينتظر اللحظة المناسبة لإنهاء حياته.صرخت:«من منكما مات؟»أجاب ألكسندر:«الرجل الذي تحاولين إنقاذه.»ضحك أدريان.«لا تستمعي إليه.»قال ألكسندر:«لقد أخبرتك أن أدريان مات قبل خمس سنوات. الرجل الذي أمامك مجرد نتيجة لتجربة فاشلة.»نظرت إلى أدريان.«هل هذا صحيح؟»اقترب مني خطوة.«لا أعرف إن كنت حيًّا بالطريقة التي يفهمها الناس، لكنني أعرف أنني أحببتك.»«هذا ليس جوابًا!»قال:«لقد استيقظت قبل قليل في جسد لم يكن من المفترض أن يستيقظ. لا أعرف إن كنت الرجل نفسه الذي تزوجك، أو أن ذكرياته زُرعت داخلي. لكنني أعرف أنني لا أريد أن أفقدك مرة أخرى.»تراجعت.لم تكن هذه إجابة تطمئنني.كانت اعترافًا يجعل كل شيء أسوأ.رفع ألكسندر سلاحه.«انتهى الوقت.»لكن قبل أن يضغط الزناد، انطفأت الأنوار.وسمعت صوت طلقة واحدة.⸻عندما عادت الإضاءة، كان ألكسندر على الأرض.أما أدريان فقد اختفى.وجدت صوفيا قرب الباب،
لم أقرأ الرسالة مرتين.لم أكن بحاجة إلى ذلك.الجثة الحقيقية لأدريان موجودة في المنزل الذي تعيش فيه ابنتك.شعرت بأن الأرض تميد تحت قدمي.لم أكن أعرف من تكون ابنتي، ولا أين تعيش، ولا كيف يمكن لجثة رجل أن تكون في منزل لا أتذكر أنني دخلته من قبل.لكنني كنت أعرف شيئًا واحدًا: لا يمكنني تجاهل هذه الرسالة.التفتُّ نحو الرجل الواقف أمامي.«أين ابنتي؟»لم يجب.«أدريان، أين ابنتي؟»قال بهدوء:«ليس الآن.»ضحكت بمرارة.«كل مرة تقولون لي ليس الآن! كل مرة تخفون عني شيئًا بحجة أنني لست مستعدة! أنا مستعدة لمعرفة كل شيء، حتى لو كان ذلك سيقتلني!»أمسك بكتفي.«إذا ذهبتِ إلى ذلك المنزل، فلن تعودي كما أنتِ.»نزعت يديه عني.«ربما لم أعد أنا منذ البداية.»⸻خرجت من المشرحة برفقة صوفيا.كان أدريان خلفنا، لكنه لم يحاول إيقافنا.في السيارة، جلست صوفيا صامتة طوال الطريق.كانت تنظر إلى المرآة الخلفية بين الحين والآخر.سألتها:«هل تعرفين أين يقع المنزل؟»أومأت.«نعم.»«ومن يسكن فيه؟»ترددت.ثم قالت:«لا أحد.»«كيف تعرفين إذن أن ابنتي هناك؟»أخرجت هاتفها وفتحت صورة قديمة.كان المنزل أبيض، تحيط به أشجار عالية، وتظه