These days have been the worse After the incidence with Riccardo , Diego flew back to Italy that very night He didn't say anything to anyone , he just went back to the house and called his plane to come pick him up Ana wasn't with us that day , he went to stay with one of Diego's friend that had a daughter of her age They took Riccardo to the red room that night and the next morning , Diego asked that they bring him back to Italy Every other person left the next day including Ana except Martins and I We had a very long conversation on our way back to Italy "In as much as I don't want to believe Riccardo , I'm scared of what's going to happen if it's true ",I said hugging my knees When we got to the plane My mind has been lost in thoughts all through I can't think of what will happen if Anastasia is not his daughter , he loves her too much " I don't even know what to say , I'm so confused like , it sounds too impossible to believe that Desdemona would cheat on Diego in gener

I took a deep breath in and out and then walked out of the car, closing the door behind me. I stared at their graves, I think I'm more stronger now, because I am no longer filled with grief like how I was last time I came. I walked slowly to their graves with a bouquet of flowers in my hand. I turned around, Diego was standing beside me, some feets away, right next to his car with his men surrounding him. I turned back to their graves and squatted. I looked at my brothers grave with my name written on it. I chuckled a little. it's funny how I'm supposed to be there too, with them. Feets under the ground with sand above me. I dropped some flowers by my brothers grave. "I miss you, little brujà",I whispered, remembering how I use to call him a witch because he usually acts like one. I never had friends, and the few I had was nothing compared to my brother;he was unique. I remember those times I use to tell him I was ugly and I would never get married and that he would never

I never thought I'd say this, but I'm going soft . I've met broken people different times all needing my help, but I haven't seen someone this broken like Bella. And its breaking me inside . . . She's been crying nonstop these days , waking up screaming consistently . She's broken , too broken and I feel so bad that I can't do anything about it . For the past 2 weeks,she's been sleeping in my room , she hasn't left there because she sleeps all day . And the few times she wakes up,she's always crying . I have never seen her this broken . I know the anxiety attack is because of what happened the other day she went to her parents grave and got attacked by Mario's men . I've been trying to calm her down assuring her that everyone will be alright but she keeps screaming that he's going to kill her and that she's going to die miserably . And it pains me so much that I can't do anything to wipe her misery away . I've never seen her this broken since I met her,she's always being st

WARNING :SEXUAL SCENE UP AHEAD Her pov I threw my clothes off my body slowly and stepped into the shower, allowing the cold water run down my body. I felt different, I had killed a Lot of people in my life but this felt different. I felt fulfilled, I felt different and all of the sudden and bit triumphant. I feel bold... that part of me that was dead had come alive.... I know it as I know my name... I'm ready for Mario. I changed into one of those my baggy shirts and dropped on my bed when I was done. Then I quickly remembered Diego asked me to wait for him in his office. I stared at what I was wearing. I don't really care actually... I shrugged and got out of bed and went to the door. I knocked and waited for a while... no answer. I opened the door slowly and peeked inside. It was empty. And the lights were out. I walked in slowly and sat on his desk facing the wall. I took my time admiring the beauty of the place. It was a large office with a conference table at the

Her povThe sun kissed myself a little much harsher than usual and I started wondering since when the window was adjacent to my bed. I frowned and cursed the universe for waking me up early. Then I opened my eyes and realized I wasn't in my room. Oh Diego's room.... My cheeks heated.. Memories of last night started floating into my head. I blushed, I blushed deeply. Diego didn't let me sleep till about 3am when we finally ran out of condoms. He kept on banging me nonstop even when I begged him so many times and he didn't even care to listen. I cummed like 6 times last night and Diego cummed only twice... I mean what kind of stamina does he have? And mind you he's very very rough in bed... extremely. Although he told me about this safe word thing but I didn't use it... mainly because I actually didn't want him to stop. My legs were sore... very very sore. I remembered whimping last night telling him that my body ached and he carried me to his bathroom and gave me a good scr