Este Dolor No Es Mio Novels & Stories

His scorn could shatter me into a million jagged pieces. I grind my teeth in aggravation. I haven't been in his company for more than two minutes, and already my buzz has disappeared. I have no idea why he calls me "princess." I may be Enzo Valentini's youngest daughter, but I'm no pampered mafia princess by any stretch of the imagination. I don't live at the compound. I hold a job. And I don't take money from my parents. I suspect that he does it to piss me off, which makes no sense.

His absence added to my distress; I longed for his reassuring presence, his strong arms to hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay. “Ahh,” I yelled, the pain becoming unbearable. It felt like fire coursing through my veins, like every nerve ending was alight with searing heat. The door was locked, so I was okay in that sense. I had a feeling that I didn't want anyone to see me in this state. No one needed to see me like this because I wasn’t sure what was happening to me or if it was something related to my identity. The uncertainty gnawed at me, making the pain even worse. What if this was something serious? What if it was something that could change everything?

"Twelve years. I'm sick of this entanglement!" "I don't love you anymore! Let me go!" He froze, tears brimming in his eyes, staring at me in disbelief. Those words, "I don't love you anymore," wounded him deeply. Over all these years, I'd argued with him, quarreled with him. But I'd never said those words: I don't love you anymore. In love, saying "I don't love you anymore" is like pronouncing a death sentence. "No, that can't be true! You can't possibly not love me!"

Because someone who treats you like this… someone who cheats, lies, manipulates… doesn’t get to control your heart forever. Not me.

hurt what's mine. Not even me.

He winced and I took the opportunity to pry his hand away from my thigh. But that seemed to have irked him as he moved his hand upward. Dread filled me as he kept moving his hand up, despite my efforts to take it off. “1 year?” I heard Aeden ask. “No, too much,” I said. I cursed myself as anyone could note the agony in my voice. He was smirking as he still didn’t stop. By this time, I was panicking. He had reached my inner thighs and since the time my ex-boyfriend, Jack left me, I haven't let any man come closer to me.

She responded with her left hand on her forehead “I don’t want to ask what gives you that much confidence, but I just hope you’re not getting involved in anything shady. And lastly, it won’t go down well if you can’t provide this money. Angela is in pain, and honestly, I can’t tell how long she can hold on. Nothing has been done since the ailment started…Pleasee don’t toy with her life.” Her face went pale as sadness crept in. Tears filled her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she quietly sobbed.

) I said, my eyes darkening. “Blasfema, ¿quién eres tú para reclamar lo mío? LO MÍO ES MÍO. Para que nadie pueda robarlo. Mataré a cualquiera que intente arrebatarlo,” (“Blasphemer, who are you to claim what’s mine? WHAT’S MINE IS MINE. No one can steal it. I will kill anyone who tries to take it,”) I said as my eyes glinted coldly.

Whether he is at fault or I am at fault, I only know one thing, Leonardo Dicosta belongs to me and only me. I will not allow any woman to take away what is fine.