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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
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GINEVRA "Fuck! fuck. . .fuck!" I screamed, my fist continuously ramming into the leather seat of the car conveying me to the airstrip. Dragging in a deep, shuddering breath like a child calming herself after a long cry, my fingers began fumbling with my buttons until my shirt was completely opened, giving me an opportunity to breathe without any barriers. The car was eerily quiet, save for my harsh pants, and the hysteric laughter that had bubbled out of me more times than I could count. Seated with me in the backseat of the car was Cassandra—my underboss had to stay back for the banquet as my representative. So, here I was, seated with a traitor, a traitor whom I was yet to rid of. Because my underboss thought it unfit for me to exert my revenge. Not yet at least. Cassandra’s eyes were on me, unmoving, unblinking, perhaps expectant of my fury, and yet, I said nothing. And she, too, didn’t say a word. When my eyes connected the wandering ones of the man who had been driving us
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GINEVRA I stepped on the accelerator like a mad person on the loose, swinging my car from one side of the lane on the highway to another. I drove like I had been living with a death wish as I continuously took out my frustrations on myself—both with words, and with my actions. The back of my head had continuously met the headrest with hard slams, and my fist had continuously rammed into the steering wheel with so much force my knuckles were ripped apart. "How much more do I have to endure in one day!" A scream tore out of my throat, my eyes brimming with tears. Elena's words clouded my thoughts, disorienting my conscious state, forcing out screams of profanities from my mouth. I had tried so many times to shut out my raging mind, but nothing had worked. Without the pills, my mind was the loudest—sickeningly loud. The voice in my head was constantly reminding me that I was a failure. That voice had continued screaming my shortcomings at me until my skin shivered with guilt.
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GINEVRA "Izzy, I need you." Silence. Harsh pants. Ragged breaths. A hum. “I will find you.” A sharp intake of breath found its way into my nostrils when Izzy’s unmistakable, beautiful, melodious voice graced my ear drum. Four words—I will find you—that was all she had said to me before the call beeped to an end. How had she intended to find me? What kind of person was she now? Was she still a free spirit? Was she able to keep her father’s organization running, or did she build hers from the ground up? Many diverse thoughts had flooded my mind, tugging at the strings of my heart for answers. Answers that could only be made available by the subject matter. All I had to do was wait until she found me as promised. Two days. I had been away from my estate for two days, perhaps recuperating, perhaps dreading coming back to this house that held a lot of memories shared between Ghost and I. Whatever the reason, I was done running. Standing by the huge door of my manor, I scan
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GINEVRA "Fucking coward." His eyes, sharp, were on mine. “What did you just say to me?” “You heard me, Ghost, you are a coward. You get off on running away from your problems instead of facing them like the man you pretend to be.” A chuckle, filled with darkness, resonated. “I run not because I am fainthearted, but your tears. . .to watch you cry, Ginevra, right in front of me, because of me, that I cannot stand.” “Quit with the pretense, Mr. Sanchez. Nothing you say or do could ever change the way I feel about you. I hate you.” Ricardo’s brows shot up, “You hate me?” “I do.” I answered. He said, “No you don’t.” “I do hate you, Ricardo Sanchez. With every breath and every tears, and every pain which you have caused me–I hate you.” Liar! My subconscious sang furiously, forcing a staggered breath from my parted lips. I love you, Ricardo. The words hung heavy on the tip of my tongue, weighing heavy in my heart. Those words, I hated so much, and yet, there were meant for the m
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GINEVRA Time stilled, the palpitations of my heart going ballistic against my throat–so ballistic that my head spun with overwhelm. He was playing my game, Ricardo Sanchez was playing my game and he was clearly perfect at it. I had fluttered my eyes at him, intending to sway his mind with my demure seduction, but the man’s sanity had snapped irrecoverably. His sanity had snapped so much that the fiery gaze in his orbs had me burning up on the inside. With a roll of his eyes as though tired of my stalling, the barrel of the gun which he had in hand met my temple. “Get on your knees, Ginevra. He repeated, this time with a more chilling tone. Disturbing. Overly confident, I asked. "You are not going to shoot me, are you?" The gun’s handle met my temple with a hard slam that clouded my line of vision with black dots. I could’ve sworn I was passed out for a quick minute. I stumbled. Once. Twice. Thrice. A firm hand grasped my forearm, forcing me to steady my stance. And then, I
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GINEVRA Continuous humming of a song relentlessly echoed through the walls of the shower, firm fingers massaging my scalp, nearly lulling me to slumber. Ricardo had been tending to my body, his hands against my skin, delicate, soft, gentle as though he feared he would hurt me if he handled me with a little roughness. My smile grew so big my cheeks were physically hurting. Ricardo was excessively playful–it surprised me, how relaxed he seemed to have been with me. How he laughed carelessly while he teased me, how his eyes held glistening excitement. Perhaps, he truly was happy. Perhaps it had pleased him to know that we could still share intimacy even after his lies were discovered. Perhaps for a moment, we had forgotten the status of our relationship. We had forgotten the enmity which existed between us, and opened up to each other–giving ourselves to one another as we were. Void of any meaningful association–in our purest form. The shower wasn’t a quick one, but it was one I
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GINEVRA “I feel it too, Ricardo, that heaviness in my heart. Just as intense as you do.” A declaration, one that had been made in the moment when souls danced together, one that signified the agreement that had been silently made by our hearts. One that sealed us. One that had Ricardo’s lips tipping up into a smile. An adorable smile, one which I had always longed for—a real smile. I laid there, naked and open to him, watching him with hooded eyes as he slowly. . .cautiously and eagerly mounted my body. All that kept us apart was our soft skin. I stared at him. I saw him. He stared at me. He saw me. Our heads had bobbed in unison as if to somehow grant one another permission to explore our souls. My thighs were slowly shifting apart, and although indignant, I had felt my pelvis weakening as Ricardo kissed my skin, slowly caressing me. The heat of his skin against mine, his gentle touches, everything he was willingly offering, I had been so stimulated by it all—this pleas
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GINEVRA Joy comes in the morning. But my morning came with confusion, with the inability to make choices that could help serve my purpose. My life had always been a constant struggle with the continuous need to make choices—choices that brought success, choices that built self-esteem, choices that brought destruction, choices that brought about a fully fulfilling life. I had always had to make the right choices. But what even was the right choice? I, Ginevra Rodriguez, was born with a purpose. My life as a Rodriguez was endured for years for that purpose, and something as foolish as the pleasures of love couldn’t be allowed to take away my purpose. I had to choose. So, when my eyes opened to an empty bed, when I quickly indulged in my morning routine, when I walked down the stairs almost limping, I had made the decision to bring to an end whatever it was that existed between Ricardo Sanchez and I. Physical pleasure, emotional fulfillment, it all had to stop. Approaching th
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