1- Eve

Where are you? I try not to think of that message on my phone. It's depressing to look there, very depressing. I never get messages that make me laugh from it anyway. I should throw it down into a ditch and never get another one. It's not like it changes anything. I'll still be locked up and never allowed out as a punishment. I begin to move around the bakery now as I try my hardest to ignore the sound of the clock ticking behind me. Very soon, Father will send a horde of guards to find out if I'm alive, accompanied with Adam, of course. He's very good at that, coming to see me when Father demands it. I don't exactly have a problem with it. As long as he's not trying to touch or fuck me, he's fine. I'm fine. I'm—The bell hung over the door of the bakery rings, alerting me that someone's entering. My hand instantly goes to the gun hidden under the cash register before my eyes realize that whoever the person is, their shoes are damaging a floor that I just cleaned.All the pent up a

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2- Eve

My Mother used to say that nothing was a coincidence, and honestly, I believed her. I understood luck, as silly as it sounded but there was nothing coincidental about the Vice Chairman of the New York Mafia being in Italy. I do not want to care about this or think over it too much but it is impossible not to. I, more than anyone else, keep trying my hardest not to get into anything related with the Mafia and yet, somehow, I had the blood of one of their kind on my fingers. And a mad one at that. The Hellhound, they called him. Even though he was important, he was known to go on certain missions with his underlings though those particular ones were usually very specific. Anyone who ever got a visit by the New York Mafia with him being there meant they had done something terrible and could not live to the next day. I know how all of this sounds. Eve Bianchi, do you not want to stay away from all of this madness? I want to! But I also enjoy being informed, knowing my chances and how t

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3- Lucille

"Are you seriously not going to report this?"I glance over at Damien, who is practically vibrating with annoyance. "What's there to report?""She's emptying a billion-dollar black card, that's a crime!"I pause, momentarily shifting my attention from the cars parked in front of the hotel from the balcony we stand on to stare at Damien. His wide eyes scream that he thinks I'm insane— As if that was news. My face, however, remains impassive, my eyes dull. "And? How do you even know it's a she?"Damien’s face immediately looks like he was about to burst a blood vessel, clutching his chest dramatically. To anyone else, he looks like he belongs on a runway rather than dealing with me, but as much as he enjoyed dressing up and looking pretty, he didn’t trust me to be on my own.I didn't trust myself either."Because, my darling," Damien begins, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Any being buying a million dollars’ worth of Gucci and Prada in a second has to have a vagina. A d

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4- Lucille

“I just want to make it clear that I did not support any of this before you go on your rampage,” Damien's voice is soothing to hear now since we are surrounded by hundreds of other people that I do not enjoy. I don't bother to reply and I know he does not expect one so he continues, “You are aware that your Father sent you to gather information—”“With my cock.”“... At the very least, you're listening but you are aware that we have no plan, yes? You flew us here all of a sudden in a hurry and—”I tune out that part, my interest at holding a conversation with anyone else gone as my eyes stay focused on the belle of the evening. Eve Bianchi floats through the ballroom in a light pink gown that fits her flawlessly, its beaded bodice accentuating her curves. As she moves, her steps are graceful like a butterfly, her smile bright enough to light up the entire room which it does, while her manners are polite and courteous.She knows she is loved by every person whose eyes find hers and sh

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5- Eve

Lucille Hellfire has not reached out to me since that night.At first, I told myself that I had gone too far. Humored him, and he found me insane but after finding out about the deaths he had caused that night he found me, I know there is no limit for that man nor does he understand what that word means. There is not much to go on about him but I had spent weeks learning about the people he had killed, how merciless he was. He was probably an undiagnosed psychopath with his obsession of causing chaos no matter where he went and my behavior of doing the same must be familiar to him so he will see me as a kindred soul. He has to. Fucking has to.“Principessa,” I try not to yell at the lady that speaks behind me, knowing well enough that she is not at fault as I smile sweetly at her. Like everyone else, she is grateful for my attention on her as she beams back, “You look beautiful. Are you excited about your wedding?”I don't have it in me to hold a conversation. I'm not prepared. My e

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All Chapters of Hellhound’s Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

1- Eve

2- Eve

3- Lucille

4- Lucille

5- Eve