Demanding Artinya

Everyone said I was Domenico Calvetti's most obedient woman. On our first wedding anniversary, he flirted with a pair of twins at the gambling table. He had lipstick smeared all over his shirt. I smiled and wiped it away with a silk handkerchief, but he swatted my hand aside. "Don't kill the mood." In the third year, the star performer from the club he ran showed up at my door with a gun pressed to my temple, demanding to take my place. Without flinching, I disarmed her using the technique he taught me and disposed of the body myself. Behind me, he held his new lover and laughed softly. "Lucia, you always know what to do." In the fifth year, he blew up the library my father left behind just to make his new flame, Marilena Rossetti, smile. That library was my mother's favorite spot when she was alive, and it held the only photographs of our family of three. The explosion made me the laughingstock of the city. People whispered, "Signora Calvetti can't even protect her own memories." Everyone believed I could never leave the Calvetti family or Domenico, but they forgot how this all started. Back then, he rescued me from my adoptive father and fell in love with me at first sight. He knelt and begged to marry me, swearing he would protect me from blood and pain for the rest of my life. For ten years, I held onto those empty words. At our tenth anniversary party, his hundredth mistress arrived. Alice Russo, fresh out of college, held a glass of red wine and poured it down my gown while Domenico watched. "Signora Calvetti, this dress is so old. Given your position, you should be wearing something better." Everyone at the party waited to see my humiliation. Instead, I lowered my eyes and dialed Domenico's father's number. "Father, the ten-year agreement is over. I won't be Signora Calvetti anymore."

“Don’t expect me to love you, Lian. I only married you because I knew I could control you. You’re just a plaything, easy to use, easy to manipulate.” – Prince Yul Maagang namulat sa realidad si Lian, isang babaeng kayod-kalabaw para sa pamilyang puro luho ang inaatupag at walang ginawa kundi lustayin ang perang pinaghirapan niya. May tatay siyang lasinggero, kapatid na lulong sa bisyo, at inang comatose sa ospital. Kahit anong trabaho, pinasok niya makaraos lang hanggang sa nakuha siyang bodyguard ng isang miyembro ng royal family. Akala niya, doon na magsisimula ang pagbabago. Pero mas naging demanding pa ang pamilya niya pagdating sa pera. Sa trabaho, hindi rin maganda ang trato sa kanya pero tiniis niya dahil sa laki ng sahod. Pakiramdam niya, palagi siyang pinagkakaitan ng tadhana. Hanggang sa isang araw, dumating ang prinsipe sa bansa upang maghanap ng mapapangasawa. Sa gitna ng isang engrandeng event sa palasyo, aksidente siyang nakita ng prinsipe. At sa harap ng maraming tao, bigla siya nitong inalok ng kasal, isang eksenang ikinagulat ng lahat. Ang akala ng prinsipe, madali lang kontrolin si Lian. Bodyguard lang naman niya ito dati. Pero ang totoo, inalok niya ito ng kasal para pagtakpan ang matagal na niyang relasyon sa isang babae, isang sikretong ayaw niyang mabunyag sa kanyang maharlikang pamilya. Pero nagkamali siya. Habang patagal nang patagal ang pagsasama nila, unti-unting nahuhulog ang loob ng prinsipe kay Lian. Sa araw-araw na bangayan, asaran, at hindi inaasahang mga lambingan. Napalapit sila sa isa’t isa. Pero paano kung mabunyag ang sikreto ng prinsipe? Tatanggapin pa rin ba siya ni Lian lalo't dinadala na nito ang anak niya? O mas pipiliin nitong tumakbo palayo at bumalik sa dating buhay?

The Don of the Vito family, Damiano Vito, has broken his wedding vows by cheating on me with the daughter of the rival mafia family, Bianca Sorace, while I'm still pregnant with his heir. He ends up executing Bianca with his own hands in order to reassure me as well as provide my family, the Cappas, with a satisfactory answer. My parents advise me, "Now that Damiano has returned to your side, you mustn't kick up a fuss for the sake of both families' interests." But since then, I've developed an obsession over cleanliness. Any form of physical contact is capable of making me dry-heave out of discomfort. Since I can't take any medication at all, I can only spend my days venting my stress by demanding that everything be disinfected before touching me. Damiano, who's known for having a violent temperament, is willing to keep disinfecting himself repeatedly for my sake. If he needs to make physical contact with me, he'll wear gloves. Whenever he enters my room, he has to change into a biohazard suit. No matter how hot and stuffy it gets under the suit, he doesn't utter a word of complaint. "It's fine. I was the one who broke the wedding vows first, anyway." Finally, the moment I command Damiano to wash his hands yet again, he loses control of himself before me. He even goes so far as to shatter the ashtray right before my eyes. "That's enough! All I did was make the mistake every man is capable of making! Must you humiliate me to this degree? How does that make me a filthy man?" Damiano deliberately allows his subordinates, who are drenched in blood, to throw a party in the estate, thinking that it serves as a punishment for my obsession over cleanliness. He intends to force me to yield to him by threatening the baby in my belly. Thanks to the nonstop aggravation, I feel intense pain flaring from my abdomen. Soon, blood keeps oozing down my inner thighs beneath my skirt. But at the same time, I feel a sense of relief that I've never felt before. "Let's get a divorce, Damiano."

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.