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18 Kabanata

A House Full Of Monsters

CHIARA“Per favore, Chiara. Non puoi andare lì, tuo padre si arrabbierebbe!”I ignored the house help’s pleas after reaching the base of the staircase and turned straight right, heading towards my father’s home office. On a normal day, I would have been sensible and waited until he came down for dinner to voice out my grievances, but this couldn’t wait.Not when I was about to be sold to an arranged marriage.So, I marched straight to the door and pushed it open without a second thought. Several eyes turned to me instantly at the sudden realization, rooting me in place. That’s when I regretted not listening to the house help’s warning.A soft gasp escaped my lips when I saw a man kneeling on the floor with a bloodied face.“Oh my God…”My father, who was sitting behind his desk, raised his head to glare at me.Okay, that was the wrong thing to say. But how else was I supposed to react to this scene? I had never witnessed such a thing in my entire life, and the only dead bodies I ever

Becoming Mrs. Isabella Romano

CHIARAFour weeks later, I officially became Mrs. Isabella Romano, the Donna of the Romano family.The wedding was not what I had expected. It took place in an old Catholic chapel on a Sunday morning in New York City. There was no one else there, just my husband, four guests, and a priest. It was also my first time meeting Don Salvatore Romano. Everything happened in a flash before my eyes, like a bad movie I fast-forwarded just to get to the ending. I struggled to accept the reality of marrying a man old enough to be my father, yet I maintained calm composure throughout the ceremony.When it was time for us to kiss, I finally turned to face the man who was now my husband. For a man pushing towards his fifties, Don Salvatore Romano was incredibly fit and handsome in a suit. He had neatly combed black hair with a bit of grey at the side of his temples, which oddly complemented the trim beard that framed his chiseled jaw. His bleak, honey-brown eyes bore into me as he leaned in to kiss

I Knew She Was Going To Be A Problem

STEFANOThe moment I fired the first shot, Isabella burst out of the car along with her sister without looking back. They sprinted into the street and disappeared in seconds, slipping around the nearest corner they found. Seeing how she moved with precision and focus told me this wasn’t her first time encountering such a situation. Any woman would have panicked herself into doing something stupid, but she didn’t waver one bit.A flurry of bullets was fired at me, snapping me out of my momentary distraction, causing me to duck my head back into the armored vehicle. My attackers were relentless, but I remained unfazed about the situation. Truth was, they couldn’t do shit to me as long as I stayed inside, and they knew it.So, they started to advance.I fired a couple of shots to slow their movement before slamming the door shut. Shifting into reverse, I pressed the accelerator with my foot, one hand braced against the headrest beside me as the car lurched backward across the asphalt. Mo

No Allies In The Romano Family

CHIARABy the time we reached the Romano estate, I was nearly asleep.Maybe it was exhaustion from the earlier incident, or my emotional distress, but my feet felt heavy when I came down from the car with my daughter. She wobbled as soon as her feet touched the ground, but a pair of strong arms caught her before I could.Stefano lifted her off the ground like she weighed nothing, holding her close to his chest before he gestured for me to go inside.Turning around towards the large building, I tried not to grimace at the prospect of entering the Romano mansion. Everything was new here, and the fact that I had no allies here made it even worse. The atmosphere alone felt different from home. The guards stationed outside watched everything with cold precision, and the silence around the mansion carried a tension that made my skin prickle.Yet, I forced myself to move forward until one of the guards opened the door for me. The inside of the mansion was exactly the same as the exterior. Gr

Don Salvatore's Son?!

CHIARALater that evening, I changed into a set of pink camisole and matching shorts to get ready for bed. My daughter, Giada, was still in the bathroom brushing her teeth, so I kept myself preoccupied by folding her dirty clothes and placing her stuffed animal, Milo, beside the pillows. As I busied myself around the room, my mind slowly drifted to the day’s events concerning Bianca and Stefano.When I heard about Don Salvatore’s children before the wedding, I instinctively knew they would complicate things. But I tried not to worry too much since there was no information about their family dynamics. I thought I would be able to avoid interacting with them as long as I steered clear of their business.However, it seemed that Bianca was not the type of person who favored peace at all.I still hadn’t met Riccardo since I'd decided to skip dinner and had merely asked a maid to bring some food for Giada, but I hoped he would be as reasonable as his father. Otherwise, things would quickly

Teaching My Daughter How To Behave

CHIARAA cold chill spread down my spine as I watched Bianca finally succeed in pulling Stefano off Riccardo. He shrugged off her hand before straightening his form and adjusting his suit like nothing happened. Another woman in a maid’s uniform appeared with two guards outside the door. They didn’t react, simply watching the scene like it was a documentary, which made things even worse.Because this meant that this wasn’t the first time Riccardo had done this.Stefano stepped forward to grab his cousin by the collar before shoving him at the guards. “Take him away from my sight.”The guards didn’t waste any time dragging Riccardo away, leaving my daughter and me with Stefano, Bianca, and the housekeeper. The silence that settled over the room felt suffocating.After Riccardo was gone, Stefano took a menacing step towards me, his eyes cold as ice. “I thought I told you to lock the door.”Instinctively, I moved away from him. His voice remained soft, but I had heard that tone too many

The Kind Of Man Don Salvatore Was.

STEFANOBreakfast was much different than usual. Initially, I focused on my meal, trying to ignore the heavy tension in the room. My uncle, Don Salvatore, kept staring at his hungover son on his left while Bianca's eyes darted between them nervously. A maid refilled her tea with careful precision After two full minutes, my uncle leaned back in his seat in a deliberate, controlled movement despite the air around him shifting like an incoming storm. “You did what?” he asked, his voice dangerously low. Riccardo paled even further. Before he could attempt some sort of explanation, Bianca cleared her throat to intervene. “Father, it's not Riccardo's fault—”My uncle immediately silenced her with a look. Bianca looked down at her plate as soon as her eyes met her father's, not daring to utter another word. Don Salvatore stared down at them like two misbehaving children before he dropped his utensils with a sharp click. He turned to me. “Stefano, explain.”I let my eyes wander across

Preparing for Her Consummation Night.

CHIARATwilight had already come when I returned to the Romano mansion. This time, I opened the door myself and stepped out of the car with shaky legs. I was too nervous thinking about tonight to even register my surroundings properly. Truthfully, I hadn't slept with another man since Giada's father died. I was too busy raising her and my father made sure I wouldn't have the chance to screw up twice after he brought me back. So, I wasn't sure how to please my husband tonight. I tried to question Stefano subtly about his past lovers so I would have an idea about the kind of things he liked, but he ignored me throughout the shopping ride. The way he treated me like I was invisible grated on my nerves, but I restrained my annoyance. I had other important things to worry about. My thoughts kept spiraling deeper as time passed. Was Don Salvatore a gentle or rough lover? Did he have special preferences about his lover's grooming? How long was the night going to last?A low scoff snapped

The Man I Thought Was My Knight In Shining Armor

CHIARA I woke up to someone touching my body. My eyes snapped open in panic but the room was too dim to see anything. Instinctively, I tried to move but that's when I suddenly realized something very terrifying. My hands were bound behind my back. I tried to yell the next second but something was already placed over my mouth. The only thing I was sure of due to someone's harsh breathing near my ear was that I was not alone. It must be Don Salvatore. The thought hit me before I could stop it, making my heart sink. I tried to force myself into understanding the situation I was in, but the sound of my heartbeat pounding loudly in my ears distracted me. Damn it. If this was what my husband truly liked, then I would have a more difficult time surviving this marriage. I strained against the bindings again, but they didn’t give under pressure. My wrists burned with the effort, and the fabric over my mouth only tightened further as I moved.A hand finally landed on my spine, light an

A Gift For The Donna Of The Romano Family

CHIARA Hours passed after Don Salvatore exited the room. I lay motionless on my back, staring at the intricately carved ceiling. My body felt strange, like it didn't belong to me at all. The tight restraints that had been cut loose left my wrists raw and throbbing. Sticky fluid flowed out between my legs. Every part of me was left bruised and aching after being used for my husband's pleasure. My mind hovered in and out of reality as I tried to process my situation. Here I was, lying on silk sheets while breathing in the revolting stench of sex, sweat and expensive cologne, yet I didn't feel anything. The AC had long cooled the tears on my cheeks, leaving me with a crushing silence that pressed on me like a large boulder. No. The room wasn't silent. I could still hear Riccardo's pants against my shoulder when he fucked me, the venom in his voice when he called me a bitch and gloated about finally getting what he wanted. Then there was Don Salvatore's soft voice, telling me how pe

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