•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌"Is Nikolai going to be there?" I asked Bianca as I ran my hand through my wet hair, blow-drying them. Today was my twenty-first birthday. Bianca being a party animal as always decided to throw another party for me. Sometimes I think she just needs a reason for partying, nothing else. I really didn't want another party after what went down last time. Also, Nikolai still hadn't wished me. Ugh! I don't know why I keep wanting him and pushing him away at the same time, my indecisiveness was getting on my own nerves. I really don't know what I wanted. One second I want him and the next second I remember what I went through because of him and that scenario ends in a comatose. Bianca was laying on my bed, over her stomach applying nail polish over her fingernails as she blew on them. "I don't know..." I raised an eyebrow, her tone seemed way too carefree to talk about Nikolai. "What do you mean, you don't know? Aren't we going to his nightclub?" She looked at me an

•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌"Bee, I don't know why I am so damn nervous when I am already freakin' married!" I tugged at the wedding dress I was wearing. "Don't you think it's too tight?" "Maybe because now you are getting married to the man you love..." she said as a matter of factly, standing behind me as the woman adjusted the dress. I rolled my eyes, "He was always the man I loved..." I lightly touched the saleswoman's shoulder. "I don't think it's the right dress for me..." She gave me a polite smile, "I'll bring out a few more dresses, Mrs. Costello" Bianca blew out a raspberry. "Nope, he was the man you admired, you had a teen girl crush on him. My brother, Niko is a handsome man, I have seen how girls throw themselves at him; you were just one of them that's why you jumped into marriage with him without even understanding what it was. You first married him because you wanted him but now it's different. Now you are marrying him because you love him, you need him because he is the o

“THREE MONTHS BEFORE THE BOLTON'S FAMILY MASSACRE”•Nikolai•╌═❁═╌"Mamma?!" I went into my parents' home, looking for my mother. "Mamma?!" "Niko!" her voice filled my ears and my attention snapped in the direction of it. She stepped out of the kitchen immediately, her face contorting with glee as she saw me, and a wide smile appeared. A maid helped her take the apron off and she came running toward me. My mother, my beautiful mamma. She pulled me in a hug, wrapping her arms around me. I rested my chin above her head and smiled, hugging her back. "Oh, I was so scared. I prayed day and night for you to come home safely. I hate this, Niko, first your father and now you. Every time you and your father stay away from home for more than a week, I die a little from the inside. Durak!" (Fool) "I came to you the second the plane landed," I told her. She pulled back and held my hand, taking me to a couch. "Okay, what did you bring for your mamma from Sicily?" She watched me with hopeful

•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌"Please, please, have mercy..." he groaned out, he could barely breathe but I didn't care as I jabbed another needle into his neck. I frowned, mockingly. "How can I? You don't fucking deserve it!" saying that, I slammed a plier onto his nose, probably breaking it. He let out gibberish as blood trailed down his nose, filling his mouth, and making him gag on it. I was in the tunnels under our mansion, torturing our captives—the ones who deserves it anyway. My hair was in a messy bun and I was wearing a light pink summer dress which was now covered in blood, filthy blood. My husband has gone out of the country leaving me alone with these imbeciles and Lorenzo. I went into the corner to get the toolkit when Lorenzo appeared beside me in a flash. "Let me get this for you" I smiled as we walked back to the man I was torturing. Phew! Even walking is a chore for me nowadays. Lorenzo opened the kit and before me; laid beautiful, the shiniest, and the sharpest blades