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128. Mystery woman in my Dreams.
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Living with the Enemy. 129. I want her back.
Salvatore.I sat in my study, enjoying the attention of another maid. I then sat back in my leather chair, feeling the softness against my skin as my maid works her magic on me. She worked hard to please me, but my thoughts were elsewhere. My eyes were fixed on the picture of Elena hanging on the wall in front of me. I couldn't help but imagine her in my arms, under my control. I imagine her in my bed, her hair spread out on my pillow, her body moving beneath me as I make love to her. I could almost feel her skin against mine, her lips on my neck, her fingers in my hair.But it was not just about the physical. I wanted her in every way possible. I wanted her to be mine, to belong to me completely. I wanted her to share my life, to share everything with me.My mind wandered to the last time I had seen her. She was so beautiful, so pure. I could sense her vulnerability, her need for escape. I knew I could be the one to provide that for her. I longed to feel her skin against mine, to hea
Living with the Enemy. 121. Salvatore's Presence.
Sofia. I finally mustered up my courage and headed towards the designated meeting spot to meet with the Amato park as agreed. However, as I arrived, I was taken aback to find Salvatore waiting for me instead of Bruno. A mix of anxiety and curiosity swirled within me as I approached him cautiously. What could Salvatore want from me? I wondered Salvatore's presence alone was enough to send shivers down my spine. His reputation precedes him, and I have heard enough whispers about his violent tendencies to make me fear being in his presence. Yet, here I was, standing before him, trying to maintain a composed facade despite the churning emotions inside me. His piercing eyes locked onto mine as I approach, and I could sense a dangerous intensity emanating from him. It felt as if he could see right through me, penetrating into the depths of my secrets and desires. I instinctively took a step back, but something compelled me to stay, to face him head-on. "Salvatore," I uttered, my voice tr
Living with the Enemy. 122. The weight of Guilt.
Elena. While nursing my broken heart, I still struggled so hard to comprehend Deangelo's hurtful behavior towards me. His coldness and dismissive words echoed in my thoughts, a constant reminder of the rift that had formed between us. The children, always perceptive, sensed my sadness. They attributed it to my worry for their father's well-being, a reasonable assumption. However, they couldn't grasp the depth of my concerns, the heavy uncertainty weighing on my heart. Their innocent attempts to comfort me evoked a mix of gratitude and sorrow. Diego, the youngest and most observant of both of them, approached me with his wide, innocent eyes filled with genuine concern. "Don't worry, Aunt Elena," he reassured me, brimming with hope. "Daddy is strong. He'll get better soon." His words acted as a soothing salve to my wounded soul, a glimmer of hope amidst my inner turmoil. A faint smile curved my lips, and I couldn't help but chuckle at his earnestness. Diego's innocence brought a ray o
Living with the Enemy. 123. Sofia is not just your toy.
Salvatore. Both Bruno and I had our doubts and suspicions about each other. Bruno believed that I may have acted on my jealousy of Elena and Deangelo's relationship and hired someone to harm Deangelo impulsively. On the other hand, I entertained similar suspicions about Bruno. The tension between us had become unbearable, and I could no longer endure the uncertainty. It was time to confront Bruno and seek answers. With a mix of apprehension and determination, I made my way to Bruno's residence. The atmosphere was charged with an underlying tension as I approached his grand estate. Finally, I stood in front of the imposing entrance, feeling a surge of adrenaline that fueled my resolve. Regardless of the consequences, I needed to uncover the truth. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the heavy doors and entered Bruno's domain. The interior exuded wealth and power, reflecting Bruno's status and influence. Each step I took brought me closer to the confrontation that had been brewing in
Living with the Enemy. 124: Preparations in private.
Deangelo. I woke up early in the morning, still feeling groggy from sleep. Sofia was by my side, which brought me comfort, but something deep down felt off. My body longed to transform into my wolf form, to experience the freedom and power it brought, but my injuries from the accident held me back. It frustrated me that I couldn't go for a run and release the pent-up energy inside me. While I lay there, my mind drifted back to the incident that left me in this state. The memories were fragmented and confusing, like scattered puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit together. I saw glimpses of twisted metal, screeching tires, and blinding lights, and the pain I felt at that time, both physical and emotional, was overwhelming. I desperately wanted to regain control over my body, to feel the strength surging through my veins once again. But the doctors warned me not to rush the healing process, as it could have serious consequences. So, I reluctantly accepted my current condition, even thou
Living with the Enemy. 125: I love Sofia.
Elena. I moved through the rooms of the house, going about my daily tasks, but I couldn't shake off the heaviness in my heart and mind. Ever since the intense confrontation with Sofia, where she ruthlessly threatened to expose my secrets, and the growing distance between Deangelo and me, a cloud of sadness hung over me, dimming the joy I once felt. I tried to find enthusiasm and comfort in my usual routines, but it felt futile. Everything I did felt empty and meaningless. The vibrant energy that used to drive me had faded away, leaving behind a hollow void inside me. While I mechanically folded laundry, my mind kept replaying Sofia's hurtful words. The weight of her threat pressed down on me, filling me with anxiety and fear. The life I had carefully built, the fragile sanctuary I had created, now seemed on the verge of collapse. I had worked so hard to establish myself here, to escape the shadows of my past, and now it felt like everything was unraveling before my eyes. But it was
Living with the Enemy. 126: Getting Married.
Elena. I woke up to the gentle sunlight peeking through my curtains, casting a warm glow in my room. Blinking away sleep, I noticed a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on my bed. A small note accompanied the flowers, and my heart raced as I reached for it. The note read, "This is to dry your tears." Mixed emotions swirled within me—curiosity, hope, and a hint of apprehension. Who could have left me this thoughtful gift? And why? With the bouquet of roses in my hands, I felt a surge of anticipation. For a brief moment, I dared to imagine that Deangelo had regained his lost memories, that he remembered the love we once shared. Hope flickered in my eyes as I hurried downstairs, enveloped in the sweet scent of the roses, as if they held promises of something new. But as I descended the stairs, my excitement faded into confusion and disbelief. The house buzzed with excitement, guests chatting and laughing, their faces filled with joy and anticipation. Something big was happening, but
Living with the Enemy. 127: Warmth and Familiarity.
Deangelo. I woke up and saw the gentle sunlight streaming through the curtains. The dream I had just had slipped away, leaving me with a lingering feeling that something important had happened. I felt frustrated as I tried to remember the details, but they kept slipping away like puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit. I sat up in bed, the sheets gathered around me, and let my mind wander through the maze of my thoughts. Images flashed in my mind, like quick glimpses of a forgotten past, but they were elusive, slipping away before I could grasp them. Sofia and I were busy getting ready for our wedding. She seemed eager to rush through the preparations, wanting everything to be done quickly. I understood that many women have a strong desire to be married, so I tried to be patient and supportive. Sofia was filled with excitement and energy every day as she planned every aspect of our wedding. She wanted it to be perfect, and her enthusiasm rubbed off on me. Sometimes, I wished we could s
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