I mean…it couldn’t get worse than this, right? Right? Well, it does and will get worse than this!! We have less than four chapters to go.
GINEVRA Another day of restlessness, another day of pain, another day of anguish, another day of regret, and another day of nightmares. I jolted out of bed with a wince and a painful ringing in my head. I was sweating profusely and I felt so damp between my legs. This was the first time I had been able to shut my eyes in one hundred and sixty eight hours and I couldn't even do it peacefully. Just as I was about to grumble, a scream tore out of my throat at the pain that coursed through my bones. I wasn't bothered. I was already used to being in constant physical pain since the day I made the biggest mistake of my life. One might think that all I had to do was cry, except, I hadn't been able to cry. I searched for that softness, and yet, I couldn't find it. And the only thing that gave me the confirmation that I was human after all, was the physical pain that would engulf every part of my body, limb to limb, every second of the day. And night. My pregnancy suddenly had suddenly g
IZZY GONZALES As we drove through the private road, my mind had drifted to Ginevra. She had always made it a point to stay locked up in her room this past week, but this morning, she had suddenly joined us for breakfast. She made jokes and laughed a little too hard. I found it suspicious. She wasn’t the type to make those kind of jokes and wasn't she supposed to be depressed? She had just murdered the love of her life and she was making jokes? Something had to give. I cleared my throat. "Did anyone notice something suspicious about Ginevra this morning?" They all hummed. "She was all over the place and I caught her looking at us like it was the last time she'd ever see us." Raul spoke. "And when I went into her room, I saw some droplets of blood. She was even in a white dress and was styling her hair to look like a princess." Paulo added. "Ginevra doesn't like white dresses and she hated it even more after her marriage to Ricardo crumbled." Harley commented. White dress, styl
GINEVRA In my last moments when Izzy begged me to have a rethink, my eyes zeroed in on Raul who had a stoic expression, but ropes of tears were untamed against his trembling cheeks. Dominico was not a man who hid his emotions; therefore, he was sitting on the bare floor, his eyes bloodshot red from all the tears he had cried. Paulo who was in a way my support system. . .he was crumbling. There wasn't a word enough to describe the pain his features held. Harley who was a mess. I wouldn't have ever imagined a day when Harley opened herself up to me in this manner. Everyone who loved me stood before me but there were two people whom I loved, and yet, they weren't there. My son and my husband. If ever I was given an opportunity to speak to Ricardo one more time, what was I going to say? "Ricardo, I'm standing by the edge and my only wish is to see your ghost, to hold your hand one last time. Because I'm running wild and the thought of you tears me apart. My heart is broken, my leg
Hello guys, we have finally come to the end of the story between Ginevra Rodriguez and Ricardo Sanchez.Like I said at the beginning of this book—the TW—this book is not your traditional romance; therefore the end is justifiable.Their love wasn’t built upon truth and transparency. Ginevra lured Ricardo in because she had a mission, and Ricardo had lied to Ginevra from the first day they met.The both of them got off from hurting each other, both physically, mentally, and emotionally. And no level of love could ever salvage such wickedness.I love love, and I love the concept of love—because it’s a beautiful emotion. But sometimes, love has to be shut off to get things done.There was no way I’d let Ginevra go through so much in her life for this one mission to wipe out the Sanchez’s only for her to change her mind because of love.Never!First, the love was shitty. Second, she had come a long way for something like love to deter her.When I first completed this book, both Ginevra and
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.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.A BRIEF RUNDOWN OF THE MAIN CHARACTER AND HER LOVE INTEREST:-FMC:- Name: Ginevra Rodriguez Age: 24AKA: Dark Knight MMC:-Name: Ricardo SanchezAge: 30AKA: GhostLET’s GET INTO IT!!
GINEVRA The longer you danced with the devil, the longer your stay in hell would be.I had danced with the devil way too long for comfort and I’ve had to endure the hell that came with that dance.Here’s the thing, in the mafia, only one thing was held at extreme value—the code of silence. Omertà.You could be as ambitious as you wanted, you could do whatever it took to achieve great heights and none would blink an eye as long as the code of silence sworn to your famiglia stayed unbroken.So, when I became a part of the Rodriguez famiglia, I made sure to become as greedy as I desired. I chased wealth, money, fame, power and I chased it with every drop of my blood, sweat and tears.Great difficulties did I face but many times, I made sure to scale through those difficulties—I was always victorious.And today, I had once again walked another milestone. Gained another victory.La famiglia was headed by Dario Rodriguez, a man who held so much power, in politics, in the world of crime as
GINEVRA I had never imagined the level of difficulty to be faced with whilst initiating peace after trouble had been stirred up. In the underworld, trouble was easy, but peace and settlement were the most prominent stumbling blocks ever to be faced. That was the reason a lot of families fell out a lot of times and made sure to burn themselves to the ground.There was no room for peace.That was beginning to seem like my case with the Sanchez’s.A meeting that was held and concluded in less than an hour, a meeting that a few words were said, a meeting that held a lot of unforeseen promises, a meeting that was merely two individuals of the same age group stroking each other’s ego—in a bad way.That meeting had resulted into something far worse than the most talked about and feared Armageddon.Days had turned into weeks, weeks into months and yet, the Rodriguez’s and Sanchez’s were yet to find common ground. Both parties at a loss of money, products and lots of lives, and yet, we remain
GINEVRA When I was bought and brought to be groomed as a part of Dario Rodriguez’s family, my life had immediately taken a turn for the worst.It was a hassle, growing up in his Godforsaken estate. The house was so beautiful and eye catching on the outside but on the inside, the people who dwelt in it made it a hell hole.Dario Rodriguez’s children loathed me, especially his eldest and only son—Gustavo.The boy detested me so much and wouldn’t hold himself back from physically harming me whenever he had the opportunity to, and whenever he set his eyes upon me.One day, whilst I was being tortured by my brother dearest, the door had swung open and the most beautiful middle aged woman I had ever seen swaggered in with a huge smile.And when he eyes landed on my tiny figure curled up into a ball on the floor, her smile had dropped at the speed of lightening.She came close, held my hand, picked me up and held me to herself. She soothed me. And for the first time since I joined the Rodrig