Chapter 52: Room of portraits.We've stayed in bed for the past hour resting in each other's arms. Not wanting to get too comfortable, I suggested. "I think we should go downstairs now.""Yeah, we should." He said lazily, drawing circles around my stomach."Yeah."I captured his finger with mine lifting it from my stomach."Or we could stay in all day." He wriggled his eyebrows."No." I covered his face. "Don't do that you lazy man.""I'm lazy?" He held my hands."You are." I said to tick him off. "The truth is bitter, you might as well deal with it.""If I was lazy would my arms be strong enough to do this?" He dramatically pulled me toward him, lifting my body up then switching to bridal style in one go. I yelped with every turn, laughing as I hit his chest at the last. "Let me go." I swinged my legs but he remained unmoved.Without thinking I unknowningly hit the bruise on his arm and he hissed before gently putting me down. "Jeez, what happened to you?" I grimaced as I saw the ba

Chapter 54: Love and Confusion."Our willpower was weak compared to the rules of the underworld. After a year, the marriage happened anyway. Dante left Monica on their wedding night. He didn't come home for days, and because Monica's family believed that he was with Anastasia, they sought to seek revenge on their family. They suffered greatly because of the fight. Hence, one of the reasons Anastasia's father hates us."Federico continued. It was insane, their storylines matched like a news report. "Dante had to come out of hiding in the end. He came home different. He treated Monica like she didn't exist, he would not speak to her or acknowledge her at all. We all tried to make it work between them, yet he refused to have anything to do with her. A few years after Monica got pregnant, we were all shocked.""No one was expecting that," Frederic added. "Father was the happiest, he thought they had finally settled everything. N

Chapter 56: Wasted in the morning.I put the duvet over us properly. Leaning side ways, I stared at her. She looked so peaceful sleeping. It was always something unbelievable for me; that she was mine. I inched closer to her and got a whiff of... vodka? Had she been drinking? Why?I put my hands on her cheeks and they were hot. She was burning with a fever.Getting up from bed so I could get someone to check-up on what could be the problem, warm hands pulled me back."I didn't mean to wake you." I whispered, her siren-like eyes were half closed, and she had a big grin on her face.My wife was a crazy drunk, no doubt about that.To my surprise, she kissed my hands."Come." She gave me a childish pout that I found insanely cute.I got back into bed with her and kissed her forehead. Running my fingers through her ha

Chapter 58: The drive."Ngh." I pressed the sides of my head, still feeling woozy."If you're going to pass out again, I can take you to your room." Olivia was nonchalant unlike the first day I saw her. She looked different, acted differently. One could address her as a real chameleon."Just wait till this is over." I gritted."I can't wait if I'm being honest. It's been a long time since I got challenged." She replied indifferently."Whatever you have to show me better be important." I spoke annoyed as she led me to the wall filled with portraits of everyone in the family. The one I saw the first day I came in as a bride."It is, and this is the best time to figure out something. There's hardly anyone moving around now."To this, I said nothing."Here." We stood in front of a large portrait with both Adriano's parents in it."A portrait, really?""Would it kill you to listen to me first?" She rolled her eyes. " We were cleaning two days ago, all the paintings were removed from the wa

60: Hidden [2]"It's been that way for years," he simply told me."I know," I asked. "But why?""It's a family tradition.""For?""I'll show you tonight," he heaved a sigh."Really?" I was bewildered."Yes, tonight.""Okay," I smiled.I waited patiently, still eager. Chewing my nails every second and biting into my lower lip. Adriano had to attend to some things at the office. He did not enjoy bringing clients to the mansion for safety purposes.His absence made me restless throughout the day. I could scarcely think straight because I had one thing on my mind: the drive.Of course, there was a possibility that the painting could be one of their many stupid traditions, but it could also mean something important.My appetite was unsteady, and my brain kept bringing up different possibilities throughout the day. I also skipped dinner due to my anxiousness.9pm: I took my