She was getting uneasy and fidgety while trying to sleep, thinking about Angelina. Angelina was living in this house for a long time against her desire. Why did Lamberto agree to help her now? Why didn't he go against his son when he kidnapped her? Was he playing games or What? Would they really let her go or would they kill her? Would Hebrew treat his wife the same? On the other hand, she was glad he wasn't going to marry Angelina but also worried about the girl who was being part of his cruel life. He would definitely make her life hell. What about the new girl? Shouldn't she warn her? She was peeping at the clock again and again. When it was a few minutes to complete two hours. She stepped out of the bed. She dressed up in black jeans and a full sleeve dark top. She carefully put on her shoes. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail. She picked up Liam's car keys from the
Rose ' Ana would have given him my message. I hope he will not shower his anger at her. Did I do the right thing to ask her to tell Liam everything? I hope he will understand why I did this?' She skipped her heartbeat with a sudden loud noise, " What is this? " Her face blanched. " My phone... " Miley replied. " It's a horrible ringtone. Shouldn't it be in a silent mood? " She was breathing in rhythms to normal her heartbeat. " Sorry! Unknown number. " Miley p
She was hearing whispering around her. She fluttered her eyes, while slowly opening them. Miley's smiling face caught her sight. " She's awakening! She's awakening!" She heard her excited sharp voice, " Hey! Rose." She smiled. " Hey, Miley! " She felt the pounding in her head and instantly closed her eyes. " Wake up! It's your wedding." she enthusiastically said with a grin. " What? " She snapped open her eyes and straightened up. Feeling giddy, she held the bedsheet in her fist. " You're looking more shocked than happy. " Miley smirked. She flitted her eye
She gazed at herself in the mirror. She was in a beautiful white bridal dress. It was a full sleeves net with floral shaped 3d net design on the bodice and arms. The rest was sheer white cream, triple layers of costly fabric and resting on her curves perfectly. Curls of long strands from her loose bun, which was surrounded by beautiful braids, were touching her bare shoulders. There was a platinum diamond necklace around her neck. She could feel the weight of it around her neck. Solitaire diamond earrings in her ears. Her thick lashes were loaded with mascara. Her eyes were beautifully covered by eye makeup. It was making the natural brown colour of her eyes attractive. Her lips were light natural red. Her face was glowing. It was exactly what she asked for, a natural glowing look. Her cheeks were shining a bit pink. " You are looking ma
Liam He didn't wanna deprive her of anything like his mother faced in her life. His father claimed to love his mother but he couldn't marry her. His father was the most powerful Mafia. All Italians and Russian were his allies. He couldn't tell her his real mother's name, Lily Black. Danil's voice dragged him out of his thoughts. He had selected an iPhone and Bouquet of her favourite white roses. He wanted to spoil his wife. " Do you need any help, brother? " Danil asked him, smirking. They were in a gift shop. He drove here with his brother Danil to select a gift for his wife as the first night gift. Although he knew her very well, she would not use this phone to call him. She was drun
She was fidgeting on her side in the bed. She was turning left to right, right to left and then straight glaring at the ceiling. He peeped at him. He was scooting his fingers rapidly on the keyboard. " What's disturbing you? " He said. His eyes were still locked with the screen. "Ho-w do you know every time? " She popped her elbow on the bed and glanced at him without blinking her eyes. " You're my wife." He said, still he didn't glance at her. " It doesn't make um, any sense. When I wasn't your wife you still guessed right," she said, moving her eyes back on the ceiling and laying on her back. &nb
' Maybe, I can help that person,' thinking she took more steps. She passed through it. She froze again. There were four bulky, tall, over muscular men. She came in without making any noise. So they didn't get any clue and were busy with their playing cards. She was wondering, How couldn't they hear the screams? It was an ugly place. It was a gargantuan hall but neat, with several metal doors. She could hear other voices now. She followed it. She was still gripping her shoes in one hand, scarf and chocolate bag in the second hand. She was feeling the cold rude concrete floor beneath her soft feet. She reached for another door. It was already wide open. Her body went numb when she peeped in. That poor man screamed again. He brought his knife filled with crimson red near the poor man's skin. After wiping it on the poor
Ear-piercing noise broke her raw dormancy sleep. She stirred with a faint squeal. Her eyes opened with a snap and roamed around. She sighed when she found herself in her room instead of the dungeon tied up. She gawked at her hands and feet. They were not tied. She was thinking they would treat her like that poor person in the horrible colourless square area. Her heartbeat was louder. Stepping out of the mattress, she trudged toward the window. Her eyes widened with dread. Four guards were on the ground holding their hands. She saw blood on their hands. Her eyes caught the two guards who stopped her to come in the morning. She glimpsed him standing with a gun. She couldn't see his face. She faltered back. She clearly remembered the guard's words and her words to them. She didn't want to be the reason for anyone's death. ' I've to stop him before he kills them. ' She thought. &nbs
He brought her into the room. He kindly put her on the bed as he'd break her. She didn't want to trust any of the stories right now they had created. That man in the cell might be a bad person. He and his brothers! Were they saints? She couldn't trust them without having any proof which assured her that they were not evil. She thought of the movement when Angelina said, ' He's worse than the mafia. ' What could be the meaning of that? She had seen a little piece of it. Overthinking befuddled her. Her head started pounding again. She pressed her head in her palms. " Are you alright? " His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She stared up at him. He put a bucket of water on the marble floor. He held her feet. &nb