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The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 33: The cabin
CHIARA P.O.VWolfgang continues until we exit the park, and he stops to let me get into the passenger seat of a huge black Jeep. As he fastens my seatbelt without looking at me, I refrain from breathing or doing anything to upset him, feeling as if I've done something wrong and my father is one word away from unleashing his annoyance and punishing me for a year. I finally sigh and look straight ahead as Wolfgang closes my door and walks around to sit in the driver's seat, starting to drive.He doesn't say anything to me the entire way. I can't speak, and my hands tremble now as I recall everything that happened; they were about to kidnap me for the third time in my life. The adrenaline has worn off, leaving only worry, fear, and guilt. I glance at Wolfgang sideways as he drives. For some reason, what I feel toward Wolfgang right now isn't fear, even when he fastened the seatbelt carefully, he won't hurt me, he promised. But I'm still afraid he's upset with me because this time I know
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 34: Memories
CHIARA P.O.VI'm focused on the tip of my index finger tracing over Wolfgang's smooth, hard chest. I also delight in the sensations that arise from that seemingly insignificant touch; I feel secure lying next to him, with his warm arm around my waist, and although it may sound impossible, I feel this pleasurable electric current created as I draw on Wolfgang's chest with my finger.I woke up about 30 minutes ago, and I don't think I'll tire of what I'm doing. Especially since Wolfgang hasn't woken up yet, so I can enjoy the fabulous view that belongs to me at that moment. His jet-black hair falls in shiny curls over his forehead and ears, it has grown since I met him. His straight, upturned nose, his curly lashes as black as his hair, the hint of a smile on his lips, as if he were dreaming something beautiful and was happy.My smile fades and I think of that boy who lost his mother at such a young age. Yes, I didn't have a mother, but I never knew her, I know I would have suffered mor
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 35: The plan
WOLFGANG P.O.VWhen I park the car in the driveway, Magda, Bruno, Constanz, and Hans are waiting at the door of the house. Before I can get out, Hans is already walking towards me, while the rest of them surround Chiara and embrace her. Although she smiles kindly at them, I know she's feeling a lot of things. Magda is right, she's more alone in the world than I am, and that's why now I want to give her everything I have, even if I once believed that what I have wasn't enough to let me rest in peace."Everyone's waiting for you in the office," Hans informs me immediately. "Blaz has new information about the party in Rome."I nod in his direction. I circle the car and reach Chiara, ignoring the looks of surprise in my great aunt's and Bruno's eyes when I plant a kiss on Chiara's forehead."I have things to sort out in the office, but I want you to sleep with me tonight, in my room," I tell her quietly.She nods like a good girl."What's going on here?" Magda complains, looking at us acc
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 36: Courage
CHIARA P.O.VWolfgang stops by the door of the small room where my horse and I are. If we were a normal couple, if we weren't carrying such a dark past, then I wouldn't feel satisfied receiving just an intense look from him when we meet again. Because with Wolfgang, there are no hugs or kisses on the cheek at every goodbye or reunion. But that look tells me so much, that just as he doesn't need my words to deduce what's on my mind, I don't need a tender gesture to know that I'm loved, desired, or important in his life."How are you feeling?" he asks, his gaze sliding towards my belly.I'm wearing a sky blue summer dress that Magda bought me. The dress is strapless, reaching halfway down my legs. My hair is tied up in a high ponytail, my curls adorning the back of my head like a veil.I release the brush to answer him."I'm fine. You weren't as harsh as I imagined you would be." I smile mischievously.He raises an eyebrow, a small smile creeping onto his face as he approaches me."You
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 37: The only option
WOLFGANG P.O.VI see Chiara coming out of the stable, and for the first time in a long while, I feel truly powerless. Her warning echoed in my mind: "If you don't talk to her, there's no Rome, no kisses, and no sex." I furrow my brow, feeling a strange mix of excitement and frustration."Since when does she have this fire and character?" I mutter to myself, almost feeling the fury in my member, which suddenly feels as powerless as I do.When had I ever considered giving in to a woman's demands just because I feared she'd keep her promise? Chiara isn't just any woman, I remind myself, without her, I fear I'll return to the dark pit I've been in for most of my life.I approach the horse and offer it an apple. In my frustration, I glance at the horse as a question forms in my mind."Has she treated you like this before, or is it just me?"The horse snorts in response, as if understanding my dilemma. I feel ridiculous for talking to an animal. I shake my head, wondering if I was already l
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 38: Tamed wolf
WOLFGANG P.O.VI left Chiara in her room to pack some necessary items for our trip to Rome, and Magda insisted on packing my luggage, just as she always did when I returned to university. The women who worked in the kitchen had their day off today, so I decided to head down to the kitchen in search of coffee. It's not common for me; usually, I prefer a good glass of whiskey to relax. However, I knew I needed all my concentration for what I was about to do. No, that wasn't just a decision; it was a fact that would change the course of everything.I have a lot at stake. The decision to take Chiara back to Italy is risky, even dangerous. It's like taking her straight into the lion's den. Chiara is my priority, my everything. I had to ensure her safety.I take the coffee cup in my hands, feeling the warmth through the porcelain. My mind remains active as I think about what will happen in Rome, about how to protect Chiara from her uncle's damn claws. Before, there was only one rule: win or
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 39: Roma
CHIARA P.O.VMy eyes slowly open. I look out the window; the sky is cloudy, and it's still night. Wolfgang's warmth surrounds me; I'm sitting on his lap as he holds me with his strong arms. Although I've barely slept, it feels like a deep and restful dream. Since we boarded the jet, Wolfgang has kept me close, comforting me in a gesture that seems more intimate than any protocol would allow, as I'm not sure if it's correct to fly this way. However, I couldn't feel safer with Wolfgang.I glance around the interior of the jet and realize something I didn't notice when we boarded two hours ago. It's the same jet we used when I came to Germany with Wolfgang. The reality of our present is completely different now. Before, I didn't even take the time to appreciate how beautiful the interior of the jet is.Hans and the boys are seated on the other side. While Klaus and Gunther sleep, Karl and Hans are chatting among themselves. I've never been able to communicate with them since they don't un
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 40: Good morning
CHIARA P.O.V"Then do it," I articulate with my lips. Immediately, Wolfgang lifts me in his arms, but he doesn't take me far. He sits on one of the sturdy wooden loungers with me on his lap. The lounger seems robust, and it's very well padded, so it also seems comfortable.I lean over Wolfgang and kiss him, gripping his face and the hair I love so much. I feel his hands slide around my waist, then they take a different path, stopping behind my back and tearing the fabric of my dress. Now the dress is just distorted fabric, slipping over my breasts and falling onto my lap. I lift myself just a bit so Wolfgang can finish removing it. And then I'm only in my sky-blue lace panties.I don't want foreplay; I just want to feel him inside me. I don't know what makes me so desperate, if it's just that uncontrollable surge when I'm with him, or the fact that one of us could get hurt tomorrow. I don't want to think about that now.My hands reach for the button of his pants and undo it, then I sl
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