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The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 46: Hate, resentment and pain
CHIARA P.O.VI thought I was going to have a heart attack during that infernal minute I shared with my uncle in the elevator up to the 7th floor. Then Aldo drags me through the intricate network of hallways, and meanwhile, I try not to think that every step takes me further away from Wolfgang and the safety he represents. Walking under Aldo's control was like reliving my worst nightmares all over again. The feeling of being trapped, at the mercy of my uncle, of not being able to speak up again, plunged me into silent despair. Suddenly, separating from Wolfgang felt like they were extinguishing the spark of hope that had given me back my voice, and now I felt almost literally mute again.Fear is making me reconsider whether I'm really capable of enduring this without breaking down again."You look better than before," Aldo comments, irony lacing his voice. "Wolfgang seems to feed his hostages well. I guess that's your little power, your breasts and your body, men desire you and you can
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 47: Plan B
WOLFGANG P.O.VSeparating from Chiara, even for a moment, unleashes a whirlwind of emotions within me. I watch as Aldo takes her away, her figure disappearing down the hallway, and desperation consumes me. I shouldn't have let this happen, we shouldn't have separated. For a moment, I think about my decision to let Chiara come along as well, and I fear that my thirst for revenge is stronger than what I feel for her.But I know it's not true, my feelings for her are intense, deeper than I ever imagined possible, and that's why I allowed it, I want her to feel that with me she can be free to make whatever decisions she wants, that she's no longer and will never be imprisoned again. So, even though every step I take in the opposite direction of her is a stab of helplessness, and it torments me not to be by her side at this moment, protecting her, making sure she's safe, I remember that this is our battle, not just mine. I trust Hans and the plan we've devised.I promised to free Chiara fr
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 48: Revenge
CHIARA P.O.VMy steps echoed through the room, a constant drumming fueled by fear. A lone table lamp wouldn't be enough the next time I faced Aldo. I need something more, something that will give me a chance to protect myself once again.Suddenly, a deafening sound reverberates throughout the building, and the ground beneath my feet trembles. The explosion resonates in my chest, and my heart beats intensely. Wolfgang? The mere thought of losing him paralyzes me. Tears blur my vision as my mind fills with fears. But I can't allow this wave of panic to sweep me away.I run towards the nearest table, trying to find shelter underneath it. My heart beats so loudly that I feel it's going to burst out of my chest. "No, not again," I repeat to myself, but the betraying tears persist. I can't afford to fall apart now.The door swings open, and Aldo's mocking voice cuts through the air, the certainty of his presence filling me with terror. How did he find me so quickly and amidst the explosion?
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 1: The Angel by the grave
WOLFGANG P.O.V.The sky is overcast with gray clouds, at any moment it's going to rain, the perfect excuse to advance the slaughter I've planned for years. The last funeral event I attended was 20 years ago. 10 years ago I decided not to attend my father's. But the late Andrea Bianchi is a different dead man, he is the younger brother of Aldo Bianchi, a Cosa Nostra Don, one of the most feared men in Sicily, and my lifelong enemy, even if he didn't even know I existed. It wasn't important that he didn't know my true identity, soon he was going to know the whole last nameKrüger, and in the process make him wish he hadn't touched a single hair of my mother's or grandmother's.My name is Wolfgang Krüger, and my soul was forged in the flames of revenge. I am the Don of the German mob, a feared and ruthless figure in the dark corners of crime they call Wolf. But my story began long before I reached that position of power.After my innocent family was the victim of a Don from the Italian ma
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 2: Speechless
CHIARA P.O.V. I realize I can breathe freely when I see out of the corner of my eye Mr. Ferrara turn to leave, after giving me a long inspection, just like the first time I saw him at my uncle's house. I admit it, I was fascinated when I saw Wolfgang. But even though Wolfgang Ferrara is incredibly beautiful, I know that his beauty is only a mask, because what's inside Wolfgang Ferrara is just as terrifying as the gangsters my uncle lives with. And Wolfgang must be very bad, because my uncle trusts him. Before coming to Sicily, my father's hometown, we lived in Verona, my mother's hometown. My dad worked in a restaurant and I was studying veterinary medicine at the university. But two months after my graduation dad got sick, when my father's illness was determined to be cancer, he decided to do nothing but invite me to Sicily with the excuse that he wanted to visit his older brother and see his hometown before leaving. start chemotherapy. So they killed my father, someone tampered w
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 3: A new hell
CHIARA P.O.V.My heavy, hesitant steps lead me to my uncle's black Toyota, where Mrs. Laura is patiently waiting for me. The rain hits my umbrella, and the atmosphere is charged with an oppressive tension, I still don't want to say goodbye to my father. My heart is pounding in my chest.Just as I'm about to get into the truck, a hail of bullets replaces the rain from the sky, causing chaos and panic among the wake guests. Piercing screams of women fill the space and the crowd disperses in all directions, desperately seeking refuge. I am surprised when instead of defending themselves, most of Aldo's men and other mobsters try to protect me, but they are overwhelmed by enemy fire coming from all sides. Soon they have to get deep into the battle for their lives and neglect my safety.Then a man appears and holds me firmly by the forearm. His figure is imposing and his gaze surrounds me with an aura of danger. He is tall, with blond hair and piercing electric blue eyes. He's handsome like
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 4: Meersburg
WOLFGAGN P.O.V.After being with Chiara, something changes in me. I don't know exactly what, but something changes in my mind. We didn't do any prior research on her because there's not much to know about a mafia princess, they're all the same, but I can't help but be curious about Chiara now that I'm close to her. And her muteness is now one of my greatest curiosities. However, I don't let her know how much I'm attracted to her, because mob princesses grew up believing they can handle men like me. Perhaps Chiara knows how to manipulate men. Maybe she makes everyone believe that she is harmless in order to later show her true intentions.I move away from Chiara, and sit in front of Hans's seat. Hans is something of a friend, although — friend — is not an adjective we ever use with each other."I want you to find out everything there is about Chiara."Hans scratches his chin."Why do you want to meet her now?""I'm not interested in meeting her" I growl, and lie outright. "She can't ta
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 5: Chiara's decision
CHIARA P.O.V.It's been five days since I came to this place, I think. I have no knowledge of the country I am in or its exact location. All I know is that I will never be allowed out, just as Wolfgang warned me.I've gotten used to confinement. In fact, there is hardly any difference between this room and the one I had in Sicily. The room I used in my uncle's house was bigger, but that didn't make me any less miserable. I have been wearing the same clothes for 2 days, and they have not allowed me to bathe. I wonder if I should feel panic and despair in this situation, but it's like those feelings have been sucked out of me along with the hope of living.I get out of bed and look out the tiny window in the room. Then I remember that for me there is a difference between this room and the room I lived in in my uncle Aldo's mansion. Outside this small room, there is something beautiful that makes me want to go out. The vineyard that stretches before my eyes is impressive. For the first t
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