บททั้งหมดของ Masquerade: His Forbidden Obsession: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Ginevra Gulping, I hate the fact that my brain goes into a frenzy, suddenly wanting nothing more than him claiming my lips. “Stop playing with me!” I say, wanting to sound full of resolve, but it comes out in a whisper. “I’m playing with you?! Why did you come here, Ginevra?” He asks, moving even closer. “Your card… I had to return it in person.” I push out, trying to fight against his hold. “Bullshit.” He whispers with a smirk, his husky voice raising goose bumps on my skin. “How can you ask me to be truthful, if you lie to me as well.” I gulp, clenching my hands more tightly on his shirt. “Ru, let me go.” “Tell me the truth, and we can both go our ways!” “You asked me to-” I gasp as he interrupts me by pressing his lips on mine. He takes advantage of it, invading my mouth with his tongue, giving me the chance to fill my lounges with his scent. He lets go of me, wrapping his arms around me as I melt into him, tightening my hold even more before my hands travel up into his hai

Ginevra “Oh, I’m so exciteeed!” Nina stomps her feet repeatedly, making our driver look back at us amused. “Thank you for coming with me!” “But of course, babes! I’m still angry at Tommaso for having me stripped off my title, but I will be damned if I don’t get to tell you how ugly your wedding dress is going to be.” I laugh, looking out of the window as she snorts. “And unfortunately, it’s not Ellie’s fault.” Arrived at Elisabetta’s atelier, we see my abomination of a dress as soon as we get in. “Wow!” I breathe out, getting the eyes of the women, who are currently designing and sewing, on me. “Yeah. It might be the most beautiful cruelty I’ve ever done.” The white dress, worn by a bust, has long sleeves and a high turtleneck, just like I wanted it. Or rather had to want it. “It’s going to be like I’m getting married in a sweater!” I laugh with the girls as I step closer to the dress to touch the materials. “I love the glitter though.” I say as I trace the incorporated glitte

Ruggerio Darkness. That’s all I can think of lately. The last ray of light was taken the day I saw the love of my life spitting venom at my date for the evening. She looked as fucked up as I did. But in comparison with me, she didn’t seem to care. She fed of that poison our families had me inject her with. This is what brought my blood to boil, disintegrating my being entirely. I wouldn’t even be bothered by the muffled screams coming from the lowlife that I’m dragging through the exposed walls of one of our building sites. The night I spent with Ginevra a few weeks ago was the wake-up call I needed. But seeing her covered in bruises surely had me feel so much rage that I’m not sure what I had done, if there wouldn’t have been an ocean dividing me from that bastard. I had been ready to give her up the night my grandmother found her at my apartment. My plan, my happiness, the future I had designed, everything was pressed through the garbage disposal by my own stupidity. Not bloc

Ginevra Slamming car doors wake me from my nightmarish dream and I get up with a groan, my gaze directed to the front door. It has already gotten dark, and I ponder over how long I was actually out. My heartbeat picks up its pace as I hear someone walk towards the door and up the wooden stairs. The front door gets opened slowly, getting my heart to stop as I finally get a good look at my new house guest. “What are YOU doing here?” I try to get up to get away from him but let myself fall back onto the couch as pain washes over me. Damn painkillers wearing off again at the stupidest moment. Ruggerio is next to me in a blink of an eye, and I hate how my body reacts to him immediately. I clench my teeth, pushing myself up again to scoot away as much as I can as I try to convince my brain to feel disgusted by his vicinity. “Stay away from me!” He puts his hands up in defense, looking at me worried. “Please, I know I’m the last person you want to see now. But let me help you.”

GinevraOpening my eyes, I find my brother sitting in the love seat next to my bed.Snuggling in, lying on my side, I nearly can’t find the strength to speak.“Fede?”He smiles at me tiredly, leaning in to speak lowly.“Hey, baby sis. How are you feeling?”“Fine… I feel tired.”He holds out his hand to caress my arm gently.“It’s because of the meds. Try sleeping another bit. You’ll feel better soon.”I smile as I close my eyes, soothed by his strokes.***The next time I wake up, I’m feeling a lot better.Stabbing pain still dominates on my side, but I manage to get up without any problem.Descending the stairs in my pajamas, I already hear hushed voices before I get to the lower floor. I spot Ruggerio talking with my brother and another man, who I do not recognize. They turn to look at me as they notice me and Ruggerio stands up.“Hey, everything alright?”I nod, my throat too hoarse to speak.Making my way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, I hear the men talking again whil