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Chapter 35: The plan
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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
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 41: Breakfast
CHIARA P.O.VWolfgang told me he would take care of breakfast today. Something tells me there's nothing that man does wrong, but the kitchen is a moment of expression and delicacy; I couldn't imagine Wolfgang being delicate. Anyway, I took advantage of the free time. I enjoyed the tub, the perfumed soaps, and the hair products that curiously, were just right for my hair type.After debating for a few minutes while looking at the dresses on the bed, I decided to wear the white daisy dress that Constanz gave me. I pull my hair up into a high ponytail and slip on some white sandals.The apartment looks totally different now that the natural sunlight illuminates everything. I catch a delicious smell coming from the kitchen, so I follow it. In the kitchen is Wolfgang, standing in front of the stove. The stove is on the other side, so he has his back to me. He's wearing a dark gray dress shirt, so dark it looks black, but it isn't. Black dress pants, but the shirt is untucked. His hair is t
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 42: The keychain
CHIARA P.O.VI smile shyly this time, hearing it come out of his lips so naturally leaves me breathless. Then Wolfgang sets me down on the floor carefully, and at that moment Hans enters the kitchen. Hans says something to Wolfgang, who nods."Chiara, we're leaving now. Could you fetch the car keys? They're in the drawer on the left side of the bed. It's the Ferrari's."I nod with a smile, although I know perfectly well he wants privacy to discuss something important with Hans. As I walk back to the bedroom, I wonder if I would have the courage to drive Wolfgang's car. Although I am filled with fear when I think of myself sitting behind the wheel of a Ferrari.Maybe another time.I bend down when I'm in front of the drawer, open it, and what I find is a ridiculous amount of car keys. Wolfgang definitely didn't lie when he said all those cars were his.I focus on finding the Ferrari keys until I finally believe I see them. So, I pick them up to examine them closely and make sure they a
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 43: Change of plans
WOLFGANG P.O.VThe water cascades over my skin, and I have Chiara against the tiled wall, her soft voice releasing moans that drive me even wilder. I still couldn't believe she had regained her voice at such an unexpected moment. If I had known earlier, I would have proposed to her a long time ago because I know I've always wanted her for myself, but the man of flesh and bone that I still have in me wanted her to truly want that too.I didn't know what to expect from this change in our plan to confront Aldo tonight, how it would transform her personality, or if she would remain the same. What I didn't expect was the deep impact it would have on me. Every word that escaped her precious lips awakened in me an obsession, a dangerous and animalistic desire. I hadn't been warned about this, about how every time I heard her speak, I would feel my blood boil and my soul ignite. Any man who dared to look at her or simply stop to listen to her during our walk triggered an uncontrollable fury w
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