บททั้งหมดของ Torn between love and hate : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

:Family Dinner The car stopped in front of the villa. Dante got out, and I followed him. As soon as we entered the house, Margaret was there to greet us. She immediately walked over to me and hugged me tightly."Darling, you look gorgeous," she said warmly.I smiled at her."Thank you, you look wonderful as well."She blushed slightly and laughed. Soon after, Lorenzo appeared and hugged me too."It's good to see you, my dear. You look lovely," he said with a warm smile."Thank you. I'm glad to see you too."How could these people be part of the mafia?They're so kind and welcoming—or maybe it's just an act. But why would they bother? I don't understand. How could such a sweet and caring couple have once been at the head of a criminal empire?"Come along, your parents and siblings are already here," Margaret said softly.My whole body tensed. I followed her quietly while Dante walked beside me. When we entered the dining room, the table was already set, and my so-called family stood t

:When your actions contradict your wordsI ran out of the room and suddenly ran into Margaret. Damn, what happened now? Did I kiss him? No, he kissed me, but I kissed him too. Why? He can't possibly like me. Oh God, what should I do?"Darling, are you okay?"I was sure my face was bright red by now."Yeah, I'm fine, but I need some air."Margaret looked at me confused."I'll call Dante, and you two can go for a walk.""No, that was a bit too loud, I said." Margaret froze in place. I gave a slight smile."It's not necessary.""Alright, as you wish," she said, still looking at me with a confused expression, and then she left. I walked into the garden and stood there for a while. How am I supposed to look him in the eyes now? I'm sure for him it was just another casual kiss, but it wasn't the same for me. If I don't count the wedding day, it was my first real kiss. And I feel strange. Did I like it? Damn, I don't even know what to think. He's dangerous. He's a killer, and you hate him, b

:Hope that slowly fades away I changed my clothes and went downstairs, asking Diego to take me. The entire ride, I fought back my tears, my whole body trembling with fear, but I kept my composure and sat in silence. When we arrived at the house, Diego stopped the car, and I stepped out."Do you want me to come in with you?"I looked at him and shook my head. I couldn't even speak because if I did, I would beg him to help me, to save me from them. But he was Dante's man—his only job was to keep an eye on me. I shut the door and walked inside.The moment I stepped in, my father was there. His eyes burned with fury as he stormed toward me like a beast.Slap!His hand struck my face so hard I collapsed onto the floor. Pain shot through my cheek, and hot tears welled up in my eyes."Get up, you filthy whore," he spat, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking me to my feet. "You'll pay for disgracing me."My stepmother placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him."Darling, not the face. D

:The light I am holding on toThe pain woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes and slightly lifted my head. I looked around the room, but no one was there. Did something happen?The door opened, and Lily and Amelia entered with food in their hands."Looks like the sleeping beauty has finally woken up. How do you feel?"They helped me sit up and sat on the bed."I feel like a tractor ran over me."They didn't even smile. Apparently, I'm the only one trying to find humor in everything."It's not funny, Eveline. Now it's time to treat your wounds. After that, you need to eat and take your medicine."They removed my T-shirt, took off the bandages, and started treating my wounds.After finishing, I slowly leaned back on the bed, and Amelia placed a tray of food in front of me."You should eat all of this.""Are you out of your mind? I'm not a cow, I can't eat this much at once.""Shut up and eat, don't make me nervous."I sighed and began eating. There was no chance I would be able to finish i

:The dark side of the pastTwo weeks later, the pain had subsided, and the bruises were no longer as noticeable. Amelia had told my professors that I wasn't feeling well, and the girls came every day to treat my wounds. Sometimes they even stayed a little longer.Since that night, I hadn't gone downstairs again. Nana brought up food to my room, and occasionally stayed to chat for a while.I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. Then I went back to my room and started rummaging through my clothes. Today, I was finally leaving this room to go to university. I took the black skirt from the bottom of my closet, which barely reached above my knee, and a white blouse. I stood in front of the mirror. The blouse fit snugly and beautifully on my body, and the black skirt complemented it, making my legs look even better. I put on black shoes, grabbed my bag, and left the room. I shook my hair out and lightly dampened it with water to calm it down. As I descended the stai