The light entered the room from the open curtains. She opened her eyes and stared at the clear sky. Something warm caught her attention. She curled onto her back and froze.
Alessandro was lying next to her. He wasn't touching but he was so close that she could feel the heat of his body. His dark hair was messed up and covered his forehead. He wasn't looking menacing anymore. He looked so handsome. She craved to run her fingers in his messy hair but she held herself. Her gaze lowered on his abdomen. His abs and pecs rippled with the movement, as his hand went above his head.
She grabbed the hem of the comforter and tucked it above his middle. He was just in his shorts.
She was wondering. When did he come? She turned onto her back to look out
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She had lost track of time as pondering over her marriage. The pain was getting worse every day. She was planning to go with him. No excuse could persuade him to agree. She paced toward the dress lying on the mattress. Her gaze went to the clock. He must come home soon. Her heart pounded, imagining Bianca and her cruel father sitting around her husband. Her eyes began to sting but she was certain not to cry. She took a deep breath and grabbed the dress. ' I won't allow them to degrade me. She should be the one. She's marrying my husband. I'm not ruining someone else's marriage. I don't allow him to touch me. Is it the reason he easily agreed to marry her? Of course, what could be else? Go to hell. I don't care. But why does mere thought hurt so much? ' She scanned
Her jaw hung slack as she scanned the view in front of her. She let the shock sweep over her. She gazed at her husband, a question hovering over her mind, "It's not your grandma's place." She asked.He flashed his lopsided smirk. Her heels clicked on the marble floor. She stared at white walls decorated with real plants and flowers. This look was from one of the magazines."You could have told me," She couldn't hold back her smile."Then I won't be able to see you smile." He said as he pulled the chair out for her.Her gaze turned depressed. 'Will he plan dinners for her, too?' His fa
He was dressed in a black suit. But his expressions were unreadable A new kind of fear surged through her body. Her heart was racing rapidly. She was afraid. He would shove the divorce papers at her at any time. A part of her expected him to cancel his engagement. But his grandma wouldn't let it happen. She hardened herself against the pain. 'Emlyn is busy in her life. At least, she won't go through all this. Romero won't do this. They love each other. And we! He got me instead of his debt. Huge difference. I'm just a thing for him. ' "Nico, where is Romero?" She asked as she couldn't see him today. Her husband was already gone befo
She glanced at the dark skin of her phone. She was missing her sister and wanted to apologize but it wasn't her fault, why should she feel sorry then? She was struggling between calling her and avoiding her. She had to make an effort not to advance her hand and hit on her number. 'She isn't staying in our apartment. She lied to me. And hid the facts. That isn't.... how our sisterhood works. Alessandro is engaged. This hits me every second and mocks me - how could I endure it? Why didn't I ask for a divorce? It's illegal. He can't have a second wife when I'm still alive. I don't trust Elizabeth, a Proud Egoistic woman who can order to kill me too. But that's not my concern. She's enjoying torturing me. I won't let her have her happiness. I can't ask Ales, but Lorenzo and Matteo must have known when he's going to marry her. I haven't hated anyone. Bianca, I hate her beyond the limit. Her eyes were far away caught in h
She slammed her head back and shut her eyes tight. Her eyes burned and tears slid down her cheeks. There was no such thing that could take the pain away that she was feeling in her chest. 'He got engaged. He will marry her too. What does she mean by 'You're attending it too?' Fuck off, old woman. ' Someone rapped on the door, "Barbie, let me in." She heard Emlyn. She took a deep breath and swiped her hands under her cheeks. She wasn't feeling herself like before. But she couldn't show her that she was broken, his wedding was affecting her. Spinning, she opened the door and confidently looked into her eyes. "Are you alright?" Emlyn asked. She was grasping the door, "Why are you asking this? I just don't like her." She whirled leaving the door open and walked over to the couch.
She couldn't stop yapping when she was scared and nervous, "Instead of telling me that I won't marry her. He sent me to the kitchen to cook. What he thinks of himself. " Her facial expression twisted. But she was also excited he never stayed home for lunch. He walked in the hall. His lips pulled tight, "Don't tell me you have changed your mind. I've spent an hour in there," She gestured at the kitchen. His blazing eyes rested on her. She swallowed. 'What's got him all fired up in just an hour? If it would be about his wedding. He could drop. No one would be more glad than me.' "We're leaving," His voice suddenly sent a shocking tremble to
'I like his idea, kidnap him. I want to execute it as soon as I can. Though I haven't tried anything like this before. But kidnapping my husband sends tingles in my body. ' She took a long shower. She didn't hear anything from her husband. She changed into black flexible jeans, black full sleeves top. She tucked her hair in a ponytail. Grabbing a black animal printed scarf, she hurried out of the room. ' I don't know. Where's his room? A maid must have known the way,' She was walking through the hallway, staring at the roof and the decor around her. This place was like an elegant palace. She felt two hands upper her arms. Her head jerked in front of her alarmingly. She breathed, "Lilliana, I'm sorry. I didn't see you." She apologized with a nervous smile on her lips. She hadn't been in talks wit
Furiously, she pushed opened the door and darted her gaze around. Her eyes caught the sight of his car keys resting on the glass table. Sauntering over it, she grabbed the keys and shoved them in her shorts pocket. She heard the water running in the washroom. She stood at the side of the door and took out the knife she took from the tray. She waited for him to come out. 'I can do it. I won't hurt him. He's my husband. I'm just kidnapping him until the weekend. That's it. I'll persuade him to refuse this wedding. ' She consoled herself but the knife was shivering in her hand. A wounded look appeared on her face. But she wanted to save her marriage. She didn't want him to marry Bianca or anyone. The door opened. He w