ANGIOLETTO Growing up, life wasn’t very easy for me. No father figure, a drug addicted whore as a mother—the list of the difficulties I had faced very early on in life could go on and on. Those were the times when I had believed life to be extremely complicated. But when I joined La famiglia, I learnt that life is just as straightforward as it can get. It’s either this or that. Win or lose. Stay or go. Live or die. Succeed or fail. And the outcome of one’s life is solely dependent on choice, except of course the freedom to choose between life and death. I was a serial failure. I failed at a lot of things, a lot of times, because I had developed the mindset of a failure. I still wallowed in misery, blaming life and all of its elements for the pains and sufferings I had to endure. Mio padre and my brother’s were there for me in ways that I’d never forget. Most times, they would give me closure, reassurance and validation—hugs and all. And other times, they were fierce. They w
ANGIOLETTO An eventful morning it was. Watching my Oceane stir awake from sleep, having been graced by her first smile of the day after a month, sitting through an interesting, soul calming breakfast with her, and of course spending hours at the vet, getting tons and tons of items required to properly nurture her kitten. It was a good morning. And now, during the early hours of noon, I’m seated in the backseat of my car with my Oceane while my driver takes us back to my penthouse. The silence is quite comfortable, considering how I’m not a fan of talking and my Oceane doesn’t seem to be in the mood. “Gio?” Her tiny, sweet, melodious, delicate voice breathes out my name and God the feeling is amazing. So amazing I have to shut my eyes and allow it settle in before humming in response. “Why are you nice to me?” Through the corner of my eyes, I stare at her, observing the downturn of her face. She’s not in a good mood and I can do nothing but wonder who would dare upset my little
OCEANE Confusion. A state of not knowing. A state of uncertainty about the events taking place. A state of bewilderment. Mr. Angioletto Luoni has successfully left me in a state of confusion from the moment he took me from my home. I have no idea where I stand with him. I hate you, I like you. Come close, stay away. You’re beautiful, you’re ugly. You’re my favorite person, you’re an enemy. You’re free, you’re my hostage. Day after day, those have been my predicament in the hands of my captor. Angioletto has unfailingly roped me into a state of confusion, and has left me there to suffer great emotional turbulence. I can’t yet determine why he’s the way he is or why he does the things he does, but with him, I’m neither here nor there. And it has become a struggle for me to keep up with his constant need to push me around. Last night, I had cried myself to sleep. Cried myself to sleep because once again, Angioletto decided to play with my head. He bought me a kitten, took me f
Hello to my beautiful readers!! Welcome onboard on this journey with me, and I’d like to say thank you all for giving this book a chance. If this is my first book to ever come your way on this platform, please do well to check out my other book—CREATED FOR RUIN. Without further delay, I’d like to clearly state that this book is not one of your traditional Romance novels. This book is heavy with dark themes. LET ME SAY IT AGAIN, THIS BOOK IS HEAVY WITH DARK THEMES. So, if you’re uncomfortable with reading explicit sex scenes, detailed emotional, mental, and physical abuse, violence, murder, blood spillage—then this book is definitely not for you. They'll be intense manipulation as this book moves forward—the kind of manipulation that makes you loathe the characters, and yet, you still find yourself looking forward to the next chapter. MAYBE IT IS I WHO'S THE MANIPULATIVE ONE. A BRIEF RUNDOWN OF THE MAIN CHARACTER AND HER LOVE INTEREST:- FMC:- Name: Oceane AugustinAge: 19 MM
ANGIOLETTO Dark hair slicked back, perfectly tailored Armani suit hugging onto my body, icy blue eyes sunken. Dark. Monstrous. I look powerful, I feel powerful, I know I’m powerful, but why do I feel so incomplete? What’s this hollow I feel? Where has my courage gone? I step out of the car and the cold breeze that settles against my skin unsettles me. My heart skips its beat one too many times. Something of discomforting sensation crawls beneath my skin. I have no explanation for this feeling but I know it’s. . .something. Perhaps fear. Fear. Psychology would define fear as a basic, intense emotion aroused by the detection of imminent threat, involving an immediate alarm reaction that mobilizes the organism by triggering a set of physiological changes. It triggers your fight or flight hormone. But today, I fight. So amidst this grim feeling eating at my soul, I pray. My voice a hushed murmur, but I pray intently with my rosary wrapped tightly around my fist as I lay my s
OCEANE “Oceane! Oceane!” I startle at the manner at which my name is being screamed. What startles me more is the speed my door flings open by, and the panicked look of my mother’s maid. My voice shakes when I ask, “what is happening?” She doesn’t speak. There’s not a word uttered, but I know too well what this is about. I know why she’s here, and I know why she’s out of it. I run. To my mother. To the woman who has done everything possible to nurture and treat me like something more than an object. Tears run down my face when I hear her screaming in pain. Her scream is all I hear. Her cries are all that resonates in my eardrums. And when I stand in front of her ajar door, my skin pale at the sight of her. Why has she been left to suffer like this? “The baby is breeched and she’s bleeding out a lot.” I hear a shaky voice whisper from behind me. I gulp. “Take her to the hospital.” “Your father wouldn’t let us.” I look behind me with thinned lips, tears streaming down my face
OCEANE Heaving in short and fast breaths, I lean against a wall, my fingers digging into my chest. It hurts so bad. My head, my chest, my legs—every part of me is in dire pain. I think I lost him. Finally. I’ve been running for so long—too long that I feel like I’m about to pass out. I’ve been running for so long that even the night has caught up with me. “Just a little bit longer.” I encourage myself. Shutting my eyes tightly, I drag in a long breath, exhaling shakily. I spin on my heels to begin walking when I bump into something rigid. Something hard. Something with a heartbeat. Something with a pulse. Realization hit me. It’s not a something, but a someone. “Did you have a swell time?” He questions, his cold eyes trained intently on me, his lips stretched into a grin. My bones wobble. I almost scream out a series of curse words but force myself to silently take whatever life throws at me. I know it in the back of my mind how much I’ve tested this man’s patience, but here
ANGIOLETTOIt is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person.My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life.My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.A part of me and I have no complaints.She’s my obsession, constantly pouring through my soul like a soothing cold breeze that leaves me longing for more.“Oceane Augustin.” I test out the feel of her name on the tip of my tongue while I watch her through the cameras.Yes, my penthouse has security cameras placed in every corner, all of which are connected to the big screen in my room—for security reasons of course.Except now, it’s serving other purposes.It’s not tha