(Emily's POV)Italy?"W-Why?""I need to get back to my hometown, darling. That's where I am living for good.""T-Then, I will live her for good. I can stay."He chuckles, "What should I do? I won't leave my wife in this country.""Dimitri, I can't leave my brother here!""Don't be such a hard-headed, Emily. He is not a baby anymore that needed your guidance.""Why can't you leave me alone?! Why dragging me in you--"He suddenly grabs my cheeks with his palm. I gasp in surprise that he put too much pressure while pinning both of my cheeks with his fingers. "Don't. Push. My. Limit, Emily." he firmly said as his blue eyes glared at me. "I am not asking you to come with me, I am telling you that you're going to come with me, no matter what it takes, got that?" he pressed down his anger.Resentment clouded my thoughts as tears slowly formed in my eyes. He never listened to me. He never felt how miserable I whenever he keep doing this to me. But who am I to be cared for by him? I'm just hi

(Emily's POV)I was woken up by a tap on my arm, I yawned and shielded my eyes cause of the light coming in through the windows. The tap on my arm continued, and I could hear Leila's voice calling my name as I slowly regained consciousness."Good morning, Miss," Leila said, smiling at me.I did my normal yawning and moaning waking-up routine until finally, I was fully awake, I rubs my eyes to fully see Leila beside the bed wearing a satisfying look. She has a vacuum in her left hand. She must be cleaning now. "Hey, Leila." I greeted sitting up on the bed.She smile and continue what she was doing. I can't go back to sleep with the noise created by the vacuum. So I remain to stare at Leila, cleaning the whole room while being sore down there.I felt a sting in my ankle. When I raise my blanket, I'm not shocked to see my ankle tied with tape. He let go of my hand but he still tied my ankle. That mean jerk!It's morning but I feel wasted already. Who would not get tired from the last ni

(Emily's POV)I hate to say this but I really need to pee. I can't hold it in much longer. Swallowing my pride, I stood up and walked to the bucket. It was a dark blue plastic bucket, the one you use to clean the floors with.I pulled down my panties and bent my knees, careful not to touch the bucket. I did my business and then pulled my panties back up. He still hadn't gotten me toilet paper as he promised.I came back to the bed and stare at the food on the bedside table. As I was starving to death, I reached out the tray of food and eat the breakfast that Dimitri prepared. The breakfast was good though. As I finished, I grabbed a water bottle and took a few sips.The claustrophobia was quick to get me, as I scanned the whole room, and it made me realize how gorgeous this room is. The pinkish-beige walls of the classic-style bedroom are decorated with great grace, and luxurious wallpaper with silk-screen printing with light furniture and textiles create a muted home atmosphere. A co

(Dimitri's POV)Sweat and animosity cloaked the dining room, though it remained silent enough to hear a pin drop or just the scrape of my fork.This wasn't a usual dinner for me, and it wasn't due to the presence of two men, whose bruised bodies and egos were bound to their chairs, but because I preferred to eat supper at eight.Marina swept in to grab my finished plate, dressed in her nightgown, a frilly sleep cap placed on her head. Curiosity pulled her out of bed no doubt, rather than a desire to serve me herself, gossiping and cooking were two of her finest talents. It was the latter that made her become the only woman I considered marrying, regardless if she was twenty years my senior and probably weighed more than me. My parents taught me to enjoy a meal more than most. They taught me Deeply sighing as I took a glance at the woman beside me when Marina continued to stand there and stare at my guests, I told her in Italian, "Questo è tutto.”(That will be all)She practically ju

(Emily's POV)I came to my sense when an awful smoke trespassed on my nostrils, causing me to frown at the odd smell.W-What the hell happened?The first thing I saw when I woke up was Dimitri with his beloved cigarette, biting on his perfectly clean white teeth, then to the man on the floor, bath in his own blood and as soon as I saw the hole in his forehead where the blood was getting through, I cover my mouth in disgust and closed my eyes as I was nearly puked by the sightings."Vuoi un po' di torta, mogliettina?"(You want some cake, wifey?)My attention was switched to Dimitri. I don't know what that f*king means but as soon as I saw the cake with toppings of splattered blood, joining the sliced strawberry peacefully sitting on the top of the cake, I immediately rushed to one of his potted plants and released the contents of my stomach.H-How can he shoot him in front of me, again!!!I heard him chuckle while I was busy releasing everything I ate this day."This is the third time