Have we all figured out that Angioletto suffers from separation anxiety?
OCEANE Growing up, I wasn’t so good at a lot of things. Speaking, fencing, fighting, using a gun, I failed at so many things until the passing of my mother. After my mother had passed on due to my father’s selfishness and carelessness, I began to push myself into becoming better at the things I failed at. My mother’s passing was my motivation. It was only then that I realized all I had was me. Just me, alone in this wicked world. I could no longer condone my weakness. I could no longer leave myself vulnerable. I could no longer allow myself to be a prey in the midst of predators. I worked hard. Still, I failed. I was just a failure. I was just a girl who couldn’t grow taller than 5’2. I was significantly smaller than girls my age and it was to my disadvantage. My father’s hatred towards me only intensified after my series of failures and he began to take his abuse to the next level. His abuse was no longer verbal but physical, emotional, and mental. He’d hit me, force me in
ANGIOLETTO There are five stages of grief. Denial and Isolation. Anger. Bargaining. Desperation. And lastly, Acceptance. In the last seventy two hours, I’ve been roped into, and have suffered with great intensity each stage of grief respectively. While I was in denial, I couldn’t believe that my beautiful, little Oceane had left me without as much a goodbye note. She stole all my money, stole my car, and left, and I sat there in my room, watching all of it unfold before my own eyes. And then denial morphed into anger. I was aggravated, Infuriated, irritated. I lost my mind the minute she walked out my door. I was roped into intense anger that I didn’t realize when I had begun ruining everything until my penthouse was turned upside down. That was before I began to physically harm myself. I needed to feel something other than anger. Hurting myself physically was my last resolve. I blamed myself for allowing my brother’s words get to me. I am no logical thinker. I have never be
OCEANEOne month later.It was a surprise, the turn of events when I had returned to my captor one month ago. While I contemplated returning and giving myself back to him, I thought he would be livid. I believed that I was going to be punished severely for running away, but that wasn’t the case.The brooding man hugged me. Embraced me.Soothed me.And then later declared that I could do what I’ve been desiring for the longest time. Go to school.I couldn’t believe it, and so, I continued to ask him if he was sure for days until the day I was finally enrolled.The experience and excitement I felt was out of this world and it took a lot of restraint for me not to throw myself into Gio’s arms and thank him.His kindness towards me only continued to grow like he was desperate to be in my good books. He perhaps felt bad for me after I lost my entire family the way I did.A few days after my enrollment, Gio had packed up a few things and left his penthouse.‘Hey baby girl, it’s quite unfort
OCEANE It is the soft meow of a cat that has me grumbling and turning in bed. There are no pets in the penthouse, not even Angioletto’s infamous dog. So, when the continuous meowing of a cat doesn’t stop, I’m suddenly thinking that I might be having a vivid dream. “Angioletto speaking.” I hear that ever so familiar deep voice. I’m definitely having a dream. A good kind. “I just returned to Italy a few minutes ago and you’re already calling over an issue as little as this?” It’s an angry growl of his voice. I slowly pry my eyes open with a sigh, screeching as I stretch, toss and turn. My lips stretch into a smile when I look out my window, enjoying the feel of the morning sun against the glass. But I’m startled when I hear a deep rumble of a hum. A hum I’ve become accustomed to. Then the meowing resumes. I’m definitely not dreaming. Too apprehensive, I wait without looking to my right where I can certainly hear continuous hums. The hums are low, low enough not to hear him but d
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