Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rossi Brothers I — Luciano : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Mariana. The whole place was dark, and there was something at the edge calling to me. I tried walking toward the bright light, but it felt like my feet were stuck to the ground. I looked down and screamed in horror when I saw nothing but blood. "Help me!" I wanted to shout out, but my voice wouldn’t come. It was muffled by someone’s hand over my mouth. I fought, but nothing helped. No words came out, and slowly, my eyelids became heavy. “Sleep now, little girl. Everything will be fine.” And then I was out. --- “Mari, Mariana, you have to wake up.” I could feel someone tapping softly on my shoulder, but I couldn’t make out who it was. I grumbled and tried to push the person away, but I couldn’t. “Mariana!” My eyes snapped open, instantly connecting with her familiar gaze. I frowned and slowly sat up. It wasn’t surprising to see Emilia in my room, but it was surprising to see her here at this hour. I checked the time and was amazed to find it was past midnight. What happened?

Luciano. I stared at the cloudy sky through the wall glass window, a cigar in my mouth, and my mind filled with so many thoughts. I pulled the cigar out and slowly dragged on it, letting the smoke out. There are times when I think things weren’t going as planned, and there are times when I didn’t want this to be as it was. But what the fuck can I do when it has already been like this? I let out another white puff of smoke, and closed my eyes enjoying the warm mouth wrapped around my cock. I opened my eyes and looked down at the woman currently sucking me off like she would die if she stopped. Her hand shook as she wrapped it around my length, she gagged as she tried taking me all the way in. Pathetic. I held the cigar with my lips as I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her forward for her to take more of me. Fuck, I could feel myself getting near, I thrust my hips back and forth into her mouth until I was touching the back of her throat again and again, and in no time I

Mariana. Throughout the car ride, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I might be making a mistake. Yes, I enjoy going out and having fun, but I had never gone out specifically to find a man I wanted to sleep with. As I stared at the dark sky, the car stopped outside Daisy's building. After not seeing her for a while, I pulled out my phone and texted her. For reasons I couldn’t discern, she didn’t want me to come up to her room. The two tick lines on the side indicated that she had read my message, and within a minute, she stepped outside. My lips curled into a smile as I watched my best friend, looking stunning, walk toward the car. “Hey, bitch!” she exclaimed loudly as she opened the car door and wrapped her arms around me. I breathed in her sweet scent and let out a sigh. This was all I needed; I wasn’t making a mistake. If my father wanted to auction me off to the highest bidder because I was a virgin, then I was sorry to disappoint him. “You look so sexy, Ana,” she complimented

Mariana. I fell asleep last night thinking of those sea-blue eyes. I couldn’t stop picturing them, along with his handsome face, and for once, I didn’t have any nightmares. When I woke up this morning, I felt a bit refreshed but also down; my father had come into my room last night to tell me about my wedding plans—the ones he and his friends had arranged, not the ones I had agreed to. I threw aside the bedsheet and got out of bed, yawning as I walked to the bathroom. I picked up my toothbrush and stared at myself in the mirror, and then a thought dawned on me: I could run away and live my life free from the burden of marriage. I knew women didn’t have a say in whom or when they married, but this was my life, and I wasn’t going to let anyone dictate my choices, not even my father. After taking a hot bath and letting the water soothe my tired body, I got out and started applying lotion. Just then, my door opened, and Emilia walked in. Our eyes met in the mirror, and from the look on

Mariana. I cried for so long without stopping. I hate this. There are times when I wish I had been born in a different world—one where I wouldn’t have to fear someone targeting me or my sister, where I wouldn’t have to worry about the kind of husband I will be forced to marry. I have always wondered what it would be like to walk around freely without a man—or two men—following me, ensuring my safety. I have fought with everything in me, telling myself that this is for the best. And now this. I am getting married to a man I do not know, do not love, and certainly do not approve of—and I have no say in it. I wiped my eyes and got up from the bed. I checked the time and realized I had been crying for a while. I put on my flip-flops and left my room without knowing where I was headed. I just kept walking until I stood in front of a door. I pushed it open and walked in, my tears gathering in my eyes again as I looked around the room that held my mother’s belongings—my mother’s room. I