ARIA Magic. The magic Lina had told me about. I could feel it. I could feel it rushing through my veins, wiggling under my skin and sparkling all over me. It was beautiful. The light around me. My son was beautiful. I held him in my arms until they ached. I stared at him but couldn’t get my eyes still wanted more of him. One glimpse, all it took was one glimpse and he made himself home in my cracked heart. I couldn’t believe this. It felt like a dream to me. So, I held on to him so no one could take him away from me. I brushed my finger over his fluffy cheek, enchanted by the soft, silk skin he had. His eyes were closed, he was sleeping but I wanted to see his eyes. I wanted him to look at me, his mother. The person who loved him the most. But I didn’t want to disturb him. I reached out and held his tiny hand in my own, marveled at the difference. His hand was so tiny, his fingers even smaller, and his minute nails. I bent down and kissed the tips of his fingers. My f
ARIA“Massimo Saint Lombardi.”I looked up when I heard him, swallowing when I saw the finality etched in his features and tone.Massimo Saint Lombardi.Massimo was a great name, but for some reason, my heart was stuck on Saint. I didn’t know why. But it just was.“Massimo Saint Lombardi.” I whispered, testing the words on my tongue.I nodded silently to show my husband that I agreed with him and was glad to see when he turned around and left us alone. I wanted some time alone with my son. I needed it to make myself believe that it wasn’t a dream.Finally, I had someone with me. Someone I loved with all my might.When I dragged my gaze back to my son, my heart nearly jumped to my throat.Saint was awake, watching me with big, round eyes.Big, blue, round eyes.A cry of pure glee reverberated in the air and I teared up at the sight in front of me.My son had my eyes.“My beautiful son.” I kissed his tiny hand, keeping it pressed to my lips, “My savior. My light. My prince.”He kept sta
ARIA “No woman should go through this. I am sorry for your loss. The responsible man should be punished.” My eyes snapped open, my ears ringing with the deadly whisper. Sleep disappeared from me in a second when I realized that there was someone behind me. I was about to scream when I realized that my son was in this room. My eyes flicked to his crib beside the bed, before they flicked to him in the dark. I swallowed the scream, not wanting to wake Saint up. It wasn’t Fabiano. It was someone else. It was her. Rosa. A shiver creped up my spine, my hair stood erect on the back of my neck when I heard her whisper again. “No woman should go through this. I am sorry for your loss. The responsible man should be punished.” I went rigid when I heard her words. Those were the words she had said to me, nine months ago. I had thought she was threatening my sister but she was threatening me. She knew exactly what was going to happen to me. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to relax. W
ARIA “Fabiano.” A purr resonated in the air. I saw Fabiano’s face hardening, his eyes darkening with the message of incoming storm before he blinked and smiled, slowly and viciously. “Mother.” He crooned, a mocking note in his voice. My head snapped, shock penetrating through me at his word. Mother. My gaze danced between the two, my mind registered the similarities between them that I had failed to notice before. Those eyes. They both had the same eyes. Grey like dark clouds filling the sky before a storm. “How nice of you to come here.” Fabiano widened his smile, “It must have been difficult, huh, mother? To come back from the Land of the Dead to haunt my ass?” “Fabiano!” It was a hiss this time, speaking of the anger that was growing in this room. Shivering at the tense atmosphere in the room, I backed myself away from the sick woman. As soon as my feet touched the floor, I went for my son. I bent over the crib, holding Saint in my arms, careful not to wake him up. I pr
FABIANO“Fucking bitch.”Fabiano hissed as pain curled over his shoulder, making him wish he had killed that whore of his mother.He cursed himself inwardly for not paying attention to the fact that the sick woman could have a weapon.He let his emotions control him and that’s where they got him.Massimo’s cry filled his ears, he growled in pain before looking over his shoulder. Something he didn’t like hit him square in the chest as his eyes fell on a horror-stricken Aria.“I am your mother.” Rosa screeched and it did nothing but increase the irritation and pain Fabiano was feeling.Groaning and growling, he lifted his head, throwing daggers and baring his teeth at the sick excuse of woman who gave birth to him.“You’ll beg for fucking death.” He hissed, watching as Rosa’s face paled and her eyes hesitated.Fabiano smirked inwardly.The woman wasn’t foolish. She knew what Fabiano was. A monster. A beast. She had a hand in creating him ad now, she was going to get a taste of the beast
ARIA THREE WEEKS LATER; I had heard her screams. They were painful, ringing in my ears but as I heard them, I felt nothing. No pity. No horror. No sadness. It was like I was an empty vessel. Her screams echoed in me and returned back. That’s it. I didn’t know what Fabiano did to her but it was nothing pleasant judging by the shrilling screams of her. The kept echoing inside me for some unknown reason. I wanted to forget them, the screams and cries that somehow wanted to harm me, hurt me but I wouldn’t let them. I wouldn’t. I promised myself. Slowly, the days started to pass. I listened to what he wanted. I obeyed him like a good wife. I realized that I should just stop talking. Me fighting him brought me nowhere. It was much easier to do as he said. When I did as he said, he would leave me alone sooner. I started to even write a diary. The psychiatrist my husband brought here had told me to do so. It was nine months ago. When I had harmed myself. Lina had treated me but sh
ARIA Sometimes, I wished I was dead. My son was the only one holding me back. He didn’t know but he had saved me. He still did. Every day, I fought the shadows for him. The dark shadows. They were so dark that whenever they came, they dragged me into darkness with them. Sometimes, it was so difficult to come out. Sometimes, I wanted to give up. It took too much. The struggle was paining. It hurt. A sense of emptiness filled me. I stared out in the garden. There was a portion where trees were thickly grown, sunlight barely touching the ground and that’s where I moved to. I wanted to be in shadows. The old me was gone. I just lived in her shadows. Once in the shadows, I sat down with my back against a tree. I made myself comfortable on the green grass, plucking some blades and twirling them in my fingers. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. A familiar scene played before me. The evening when I saw Gideon for the second time. The first time was during that horrible night
ARIA There was something familiar about him. But I knew I hadn’t seen his face here before. Who was he? Was he a bodyguard? Just like I was studying him, he seemed to be looking at me too. His gaze lingered a little too long on me, tracing me features before they landed on the tattoo on my neck. His green eyes seemed to lose their warmth for a second before they gained their softness. He looked past me, and I knew he was looking at the mansion. He looked at me, more precisely, he stared into my eyes before his lips tipped, “So, will you, Aria?” That voice…I blinked my eyes, trying to force myself to think but I heard myself saying; “Will I what?” His green eyes sparkled, his smile widened like he had won some prize. And that smile made dimples appear. “Smile for me?” I frowned, wary of his weird behavior but didn’t move away from my spot. My eyes were stuck to the dimples. “I don’t smile for creeps.” He grinned, showing me his perfectly white teeth. That movement made his