All Chapters of The Rossi Brothers I — Luciano : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Luciano. There was nothing but silence in the car, save for the low hum of the engine. Mariana hasn't said anything to me since we left her parents' house and I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. She looked so pale and though she was trying to hide it I could tell she wasn’t feeling too good; the water, the pill her sister thought she was a pro at hiding were all a tattletale that she wasn’t fine but I kept it to myself because she didn’t want to share that with me. I knew something other than shopping was the reason why she came to this house. She wanted to find out the truth in her own way, and they did. From the look on their faces, they both had found out about everything I had said being true. I also didn’t comment on that because I was here to think she was sleek about it but nothing she ever does and will ever do will get past me. She is my wife and the woman I am in love with so I know everything about her. The ride back to the house felt heavy with unspoken words. I

Mariana. I hadn't expected him to leave me alone in the car after I asked him to. I thought he would argue about it, but he walked away after giving me a timeframe, of course. Five minutes. Five minutes is all I have to gather my thoughts. I sat in the car, watching as he walked inside while glancing back at me repeatedly. His caring attitude brought a smile to my face, even though there was nothing cheerful about this situation. I could see it; he had made up his mind, and nothing was going to change that. I acknowledge that my father was a bad man. I witnessed his actions firsthand. But that doesn’t mean I want him dead. There are other ways Luciano could handle this, but as he said, this was like a law to them, and he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted. I remained in the car, watching him enter the house without a backward glance. He was right, though; anyone in his position would do the same. The silence in the car grew overwhelming, and the only sound I could h

Mariana. I have always wanted to hear those words from him. I’ve longed to know that I wasn’t the only one with these feelings for him. Although I had sensed that his feelings for me had changed after our wedding, hearing those words from his mouth was incredibly special. I won’t lie; wanting a man I love—one who loves me in return—has always been my greatest desire, even before Luciano asked me to marry him. All I’ve ever wanted was a husband who would always be by my side, a good partner, and a father to our children. After marrying Luciano, I thought those dreams would never come true, but he changed that. He made me believe that all it takes is time. Things may not have worked out for us at first, but we both needed each other in ways we never knew. He lost precious people because of my father, and I was brought into his life because that’s what Mother Nature want. Yet, we fit together like a puzzle, and I absolutely love that. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” His question s

Mariana. Everything was white. I could remember waking up that day after screaming so loudly in my sleep the night before, mother was by my side and she had a worried look on her face. I didn’t want to look at Father because I was scared he was going to do to me what he did to that lady. I couldn’t sleep and my mother had to force me to eat because I didn’t want to. I kept seeing the lady in my dreams, anytime I closed my eyes she was there and all I could do was scream and cry my eyes out. Father suggested something to mother and she quickly agreed, he took me to a place that had nothing but white walls, chairs, and even the people there worse whites. I was placed on a bed and then asked to look at something, I kept mumbling to myself and didn’t know what was happening but it felt like my head was about to split open. I cried and begged for them to stop but Father kept assuring me that everything would be fine, but nothing was fine. I was too tired to cry anymore so I just let it

Mariana. I whimpered, and someone tapped my shoulder repeatedly. I ignored the persistent tapping as I continued to whimper. I wanted to escape the dream; I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. Not even the continuous tapping on my shoulder could pull me out of it. “Butterfly,” a voice called. “You have to wake up, Mariana,” the same voice urged. I squirmed and finally woke up with a gasp, staring at the ceiling in the dark room. Blinking, I burst into tears. No, it couldn't be real. This must be what my imagination was trying to tell me. Oh God, I couldn't believe this. “Mariana.” I turned and saw Luciano sitting on the bed, watching me as I soaked his chest with my tears. “Are you alright?” he asked, and I shook my head. I was not fine at all. I didn’t think I would ever be fine after retrieving my memories. “Why?” I asked, bursting into tears again. He didn't say anything but wrapped his arm around me, pulling me onto his lap while my head rested against his chest. “Why would h