I struggled to find the right words, my mind blank as I faced him. It was frustrating not to be able to say everything was fine, as I used to. Accepting Marco back felt like disregarding what he had done to my mom and betraying her. Yes, we've moved past what my mom did to him and his family, but she's still my mother. No matter how flawed she appears to others, she's still my mom. I couldn't simply turn my back on her.But I love this man. Seeing him in distress, I couldn't bear it either."Go home, Marco. You might get sick if you stay out in the rain," were the only words that managed to escape my lips. I sighed, trying to hold back the tears welling up."I'm sorry to interrupt. I just want to make sure you're alright. If you need someone to talk to, reach out to your friends, Maddie. I know they can provide support. And if you feel like talking to me, I'm here. Just a phone call away."It was also painful to hear those words from Marco. He was fully aware that ever since our marr
"I won't cooperate, Maddie," he said firmly, placing the folder on his desk and intertwining his fingers.I took a deep breath, hoping this conversation would be easier. Convincing Marco to annul our marriage had seemed like a sensible choice, but now it felt like a mistake. "I don't want this anymore, Marco," my voice quivered. I never anticipated uttering those words. Not long ago, I was determined to hold onto Marco, but now I yearned to release him. If circumstances were different, I might fight for our relationship. Yet, I can't. He has deeply wronged my family, me, and my mother."I'll fight this, Maddie," he declared forcefully, surprising me. I bit my lip, his words hitting me unexpectedly. "You know the chances of success for this annulment petition are slim, Maddie. Your lawyer must have informed you. That's why you've resorted to confronting me directly, pleading for my cooperation. You didn't even discuss it with me first before making this decision.""What else do we need
In the following days, Marco attempted to engage in conversation with me, but considering his lack of willingness to support me through our separation, I made a firm decision to avoid meeting him. I couldn't afford to appear vulnerable. This situation transcended a mere disagreement.One evening, as I made my way home from the office, my vehicle abruptly broke down. The cause of the issue eluded me, and there were scarce passing vehicles in sight. Doubts nagged at me, questioning whether anyone would even stop to offer assistance.Surveying my surroundings, I found myself on a dimly-lit road, devoid of any oncoming traffic. Walking all the way home wasn't a feasible option.I retrieved my phone, contemplating who I could call for help. Marco's name initially caught my attention since he was listed as an emergency contact. However, I shook my head, mentally dismissing that option, and instead dialed Alec's number.It felt like only moments had passed when a cloth was forcibly placed ov
The sky had transformed into a fiery orange hue, and hours had passed since Marco's men ambushed and ensnared me. I couldn't fathom this unexpected turn of events; Marco's impulsive actions always caught me off guard."I don't want to be with you—" I began to protest."You'll change your mind," he asserted with a hint of determination in his voice. "I'll make sure of it."He pivoted away from me, taking just one more step before resuming his words."Let's seek refuge indoors, Maddie. It's getting chilly out here."Despite knowing he couldn't see my scowl, I shot one last contemptuous glance at Marco. Resignedly, I trailed behind him, stepping into the house.Marco had a sizable staff, most of whom I recognized due to their frequent presence alongside him. Renzo and Caleb had also reappeared, their return unbeknownst to me. It appeared that some household staff had arrived earlier, likely flown in by Marco's chopper to serve us during our stay.Recalling my futile chase after the chopp
After a quick shower, I dressed and noticed my usual skincare products neatly arranged in the bathroom. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Marco's familiarity with my grooming routine. The fact that he had prepared everything without even asking pleased me in a strange way. Marco was incredibly attentive to even the smallest details about me. A pang of nostalgia tugged at me, and I couldn't help but wonder how different things could have been if my mother hadn't caused such turmoil between our families. If only she had treated us equally, maybe I would consider staying in this marriage.Dismissing the "what ifs," I let out a deep sigh and shook my head. Dwelling on the past wouldn't change a thing.Once I finished getting ready, I exited the bathroom to find Marco on the phone. His eyes scanned me from head to toe, and I shot him a glare for scrutinizing me in such a way. Did he believe he could seduce me? He might have come close, but not close enough!I approached the bed, dra
That day, I made a deliberate effort to keep my distance from Marco. If he was at the beach, I found reasons to leave. If he was indoors, I ventured out. As the sun gradually descended, its golden rays dancing on the horizon, I silently decided to indulge in a peaceful swim at the enchanting seaside. The water beckoned me with its pristine clarity, and the powdery sands invited my bare feet, offering solace in their gentle caress.As I prepared for my impromptu swim, doubts arose about whether I had brought a swimsuit. After all, packing had not been my responsibility. It hadn't even factored into my plans!But fate would have it that I stumbled upon a vibrant red two-piece swimsuit, tucked away amongst the clothing. Hastily, I slipped into the exquisite creation within the confines of the bathroom. It was apparent that the person responsible for selecting my wardrobe possessed impeccable taste. The swimsuit embraced my figure flawlessly, enhancing my confidence.To shield myself from
In the presence of Marco's mother, I couldn't dismiss her behavior as mere falsehood. Her actions exuded genuineness and a sincere concern for my well-being. However, Marco's father remained an enigma—just like father, like son.Suddenly, a sense of shame washed over me. They were aware of my identity and the pain my mother had inflicted upon their family, yet here I stood, oblivious to it all, as if seamlessly assimilated into their lives.The familiar anguish in my chest resurfaced, weighing heavily on my heart once again."Maddie, there are no words to resurrect your mother or erase the loss she represents. I cannot undo the pain caused, and my apologies can't alter the harsh reality. However, I want you to understand this—I deeply regret any hurt I may have caused you, but I won't apologize for her death."Marco's hand gently brushed against my arm, evoking a soft gasp from my lips. Though his touch was subtle, my body reacted, generating a warmth that enveloped me."Ahh..."I cou
Marco continued thrusting his cock inside me while facing the opposite direction. Both of us moaned passionately, and I climaxed again, and it was a powerful one. That was the "passion propeller" or "helicopter" position. I had researched such positions out of curiosity, never expecting that Marco and I would try it now."You thought I wouldn't know, Maddie?" he asked, touching himself and waiting for me to adjust.I got on my hands and knees, just as Marco wanted. What were we going to do? Doggy style?Marco touched my front while I faced him, and he even grazed my butthole, making me flinch. My head was resting on my hands while I was on all fours, waiting for Marco's next move."That you were searching for different s*x positions?" He inserted a finger into my butthole, and I was so surprised that I immediately screamed his name."M-Marco!" I shouted, unable to believe what he was doing."What a tight butthole. I think we'll need lube and a condom for that," Marco remarked, leaving