My house is incredible. The front door is red with a gold knock. Black and white checkered floor. A lacquered wooden staircase and a gleaming chandelier. However, I always wonder, If I peel off the wallpaper on the wall, there will be red blood? Gentle splashes would drip down the pool onto the marble floor if this world were as transparent as glass.I stare at the TV in the kitchen corner, barely processing the newscaster's voice, but when the word murder crosses her ruby lips, it echoes in my mind. My throat caught as the back of my hand moved, followed by my bracelet. While my house, my life, is built on piles of dirty money, I can always say I'm not contributing to the balance. Not until earlier this ten years, that is. The blood is on my hands, and guilt watches over me as I sleep.It has always controlled me, and now it's returning to me when I know exactly who I'm dealing with.He's cosa nostra, blood is always in his way, and after the guy in Bronx—who's making headlines for
I put my hands on my lap. Squeezing each other with anxiety and fear. Terror is increasingly taking over me. It's like a storm in the middle of a calm sea inside me, attacking suddenly and making the coast agitated. Swept all over the sand surface when it made high waves.I am the sand, and he is the storm.I'm not a girl who wants to be saved or wants revenge. I just want to forget and put it behind my life. But I couldn't because Nicholas had burned down the entire gas station. There will always be charred remains—and maybe a corpse—to remind me. I didn't see the cashier come out. He's a disgusting bastard, but does he deserve to be burned to death?My throat choking.I swallowed as the pain turned into something tangible that tormented me. The tightness in my chest and pain is not carelessness. My body is limp and helpless. Watching someone else take their life was the last thing I wanted. But with Nicholas, who will soon be a member of my family.. it always will be happen. Bloodsh
I sat in the kitchen, legs crossed on the chair, watching the raindrops fall through the windowpane."No no no!" Rianna, Elena's mother: our aunt threw a wooden spoon onto the kitchen table, having just tasted the red sauce Gal had prepared. Her sportsuit was purple today, and her hair was halved as usual. "Now you're dead and killed him."Gal sighed, her expression tightening in frustration. "How can I kill him again?""Your sauce is bitter, and he'll pass out."Amusement filled me. The last pot of sauce, Gal taking too long, and poor Nicholas dying of starvation.Auntie shook her head. "Unbelievable. I don't know how you didn't know how to cook spagetti sauce all this time. Your mom should pull you from that play you took and make you spend time in the kitchen."Gal leaned against the counter. A white apron covered her Hamlet T-shirt, longer than her shorts, and a yellow bandana kept her hair out of her face. "Elena can't cook either."Elena frowned."Elena's not getting married in a
Fire. We played with fire. This shouldn't be happening. This is confusing.Everything about this man confuses me. One second he's telling me he hates me, the next seconds he's kissing me. One second he's gentle with me, the next second he's ignoring me. I never understood. I never understood why he hated me in the first place. Why he did terrible things to me, making my college life miserable and miserable. Even though I never did anything to him. I acted normal, didn't care about him, and never wanted to get to know him. I didn't realise that it could ignite his lousy attitude.And now I never understood what his true motives were. Meeting me in Demonio after a long absence, making me unconscious and then taking my virginity. Coming back to be my twin sister's fiancé, forced me to admit that I remembered that night, being indifferent later, and kissing me again.He might be playing me, but I wondered what made him do that? Why didn't he try to be loyal about his relationship with Ga
Another party is happening. This time in Seattle.Which is expected if you live in the old money. Underneath, it's not as glamorous as it looks. There are so many sharp swords and needles that you'll get sick if you make the wrong move. Well, there was champagne, and if I could choose, I could finish two bottles of whiskey tonight. But I didn't do that because half of Mikhaelovich was here. They would break my bones if I did. I stood gracefully behind my parents and Pascha while wearing a mask: 'we are a happy, harmonious family'.I was pretty confident that I was already beautiful in my pale blue plain knee-length midi dress. Still, the dress was a little tight in my butt, so I was a little uncomfortable walking around. I opted for natural makeup and slightly bright lipstick. My hair, which had been styled by my mother's makeup artist, was down to my waist. And a smile was always on my lips when I was introduced or reacquainted with everyone here. My teeth would dry out later from
I went out with Rafaella, who answered some of my questions about her advanced fashion business. I admired her so much for what she had done. Trying to keep building her own success rather than sitting back and feasting on her parents' wealth.She was free.And very charming.If I could choose, I'd like to be born again as her.I faded my smile when Rafaella excused herself from joining her family. I saw her approach her twin, Amanda, sitting at the minibar, taking several sips of beer. Her twin was already very drunk, and as Rafaella said, there was no one to bother her but the woman I didn't know beside her. Amanda Dimitriou didn't even care about the world around her. She kept sipping as many beers as she wanted as her parents stared at her from afar.Tired from observing, I found my way back to my family. But I was already being pulled by my Papa through the look in his eyes, ordering me to come to him. I clenched my fists as I approached him while putting on a determined smile.T
There comes a point in life when you know that what you want to do is wrong, and you have to decide whether to avoid the temptation or do it anyway.I do it.Nicholas's words should have left fear in my stomach. However, they had the opposite effect, soaking into my skin and sending breathless shivers to my toes. He was rude, arrogant, and slightly psychopathic. The logical part of me didn't like him. But the physical part—God, how it wanted to give him whatever he wanted. Which was a serious problem.Only made more serious by the fact that her statement sounded suspiciously like jealousy. The idea left a sensation even as he slammed the door in my face. It left a dangerous and insidious desire to know for sure.What I was doing was manipulative and a little childish, but I didn't have time. I wanted this new man's interest, and I wanted him fast. Although, I may have challenged Nicholas' possible jealousy more than anything else.I had to know if this wasn't an embarrassing one-sided
I searched my chest for everything that was missing, but it was too much. Things that had been stolen: my childhood, love, passion for life, and everything about happiness and hope. Hope... since when did holding onto hope become something dangerous for me?"Wakey, wakey." Someone woke me up. It was Gallena, with her brilliant voice that could annoy anyone.I looked at her with my irritated eyes.She looked at me innocently. "What? I just woke you up. It's already eight in the morning.""Well, you need to know that I'm not working today."It's Sunday. I've told everyone I will be lazing around, to which Mama replies that it's a good idea. Apparently, being lazy was the only thing she approved of rather than us choosing to be passionate or free. I honestly wanted the latter. Being in Demonio had always been a good idea. But my parents were still here, visiting a pointless party. I, on the other hand, couldn't do anything."Yeah, everyone already knows that." She threw her body onto my