Giselle's POV:
I was walking down the altar. There was a man at the end of the altar. A strong, tall, handsome man. Venettio. He looked at me and I smiled a very bright smile. He looked detached.
As I reached the end, the wedding music started to play. I wasn't in control of my legs! The church door opened and the bride walked in. She was beautiful with a pure white gown and rosy cheeks.
I realized it was Celia! I looked down at my dress which was purple. Was I that drunk that I didn't realize what dress I had put on.
When Celia reached Venettio, he took her hands and looked at her with so much love and affection. I didn't know that a person could express so much love. He was looking at her....the same way he used to look at me.
As the priest was speaking, I was a sobbing mess. My heart ached so painfully.
Finally, they ended the ritual with a pas
Giselle's POV:I immediately called the ambulance and tried to stop the blood.I was full on crying now. I continuously tapped his cheek so he wouldn't black out.He put his hand on my face and said, "Never forget me. I love you so darn much that it pains. I will always love you."I couldn't form a reply because I was choking on my own tears. His eyes were slowly closing, but at that time, the ambulance arrived and we drove off to the hospital.He was in the ICU for God knows how long. The whole time, I was crying and praying.Then finally, the doctor came out and said, "I'm sorry."My heart stopped beating and I fell to the floor."You must me Venettio Martinez's granddaughter."I was fuming. I slapped the doctor. "I'm here for Venettio Salvestro."He recovered from the slap and
Giselle's POV:(One month of dating Venettio)I woke up when the bright sun rays hit my face. I groaned and my eyes came in contact with Venettio's chest."Good morning amore.""Good morning." I mumbled and got up. I stumbled a little as my mind was a little clouded. I went to the bathroom and showered.I got dressed and sat down next to Venettio to discuss some matters.He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer. I basked in his warmth and sighed."I broke up Blackhearts."He looked at me shocked. "WHAT?"I nodded my head."WHY would you do that?""I know you're my right hand man and it's your job to take shots. But, I can't see you getting hurt because of me. I don't want anymore injuries on you.""That's so generous of you. But, you worked your b
Giselle's POV :"What? Are you sure?" I asked the nurse."I'm so sure honey pie. He wouldn't let go of your hand hand kept telling you that he loves you. He was very charming too. You're so lucky dearie. "I couldn't stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "I HATE YOU SO MUCH VENETTIO!!!!"The nurse looked at me like I was deranged. If I was her, I would too. Maybe, I was.She called the doctor in and he checked my head out."Are you okay Ms. Marcello?"I didn't respond to him. He wrote something on a prescription paper and gave it to me."I suggest you meet her. She's a therapist"I looked at the paper and saw that he wrote some doctor's name.Maybe I did need therapy. These constant heartbreaks would be the death of me. I got over Tito, but
Giselle's POV :I looked at her in anger."You let him be part of that mafia?""Giselle, I need you to calm down. There's so much more than what meets the eye. You are jumping to conclusions.""You're on their side now?""Giselle, listen to me carefully. Forget all this mafia stuff. It has nothing to do with you anymore. I'm your therapist. Let's keep it at that. Now, do you trust me?"I sighed. "You're right. Well, I don't trust you completely.""Then keep visiting me until you do.""Got it."______________________________________So I continued visiting her and finally, she gained my trust.I was currently sitting across her."So Tito was the one who brought me to this hospital and he was telling me that he loves me.""Do you love
Giselle's POV :I put on my disguise and headed to my therapist.She saw me and said, "Hello, how may I help you.""Good morning. I'm Joana and I came to kill you. Gio's wife. To get to him, I have to kill you."Her face became white as a ghost. She immediately took out a knife and pointed it towards me with shaky hands."I hate to take your life, so I suggest you leave."I couldn't control my laughter any longer. I started laughing. I held my knees to catch my breath."I'm Giselle Chels."But, she didn't listen, she was about to stab my arm, but I immediately caught her hand."Jesus Christ! It's me."I took off my wig and she looked at me like I was a ghost, but it soon turned to anger.She slapped my arm. "You scared me!""I know, I'm sorry. It'
Giselle's POV :He led me to a big spacious room which looked like a man's room."This is your room.""It looks like someone else is staying here too.""Yes. I am." He replied.I slapped him. "What do you take me for."He put his hand on his jaw and said, "I deserved that, didn't I?""You deserve much worse.""I'm sorry.""Save it."I can't believe him. My heart was breaking piece by piece after seeing his behavior. If there really was another woman instead of me, she would've already been making moves on him.He pointed to the opposite room and said, "That's your room. I'll get clothes for you by tomorrow.""You can't keep me as a prisoner here!""I'll let you go after some days. When I'm sure it's safe to let you go. I run a maf
Giselle's POV :I used my superwoman skills to reach his study. I made sure there were no cameras and went into his study, which was surprisingly open.I quickly went in and started looking through his files without making it too messy.I didn't have time to read them. I just needed to take pictures of them.At last, I finally found a file which would help me. It had a several papers. Each paper consisted a profile of the people they killed. Disgusting.It was surprising that all these profiles were men.I quickly took pictures as fast as I could and placed the file back where I found it.I was about to head out, but then I heard voices. I panicked. I quickly took shelter under the desk.I had to cover my mouth to stop the sound of my labored breathing.The handle of the room twisted and I heard f
Giselle's POV :I don't remember when we had reached the house.But, my mind registered Venettio placing me on the bed.I was perspiring profusely. Ugh! Raw vodka is a bad, bad idea.I didn't want him away from me. The alcohol wasn't messing with my brain."Don't go." I caught his wrist.He came closer to me and said in the softest voice, "You're drunk sweetheart."Now I was burning with fury. I hate Joana."I hate Joana!" I voiced out loud.He looked at my shoulders and back at me with amused eyes.He picked me up and cradled my head to his chest."Who are you?" He asked me."Joana.""So you hate yourself?""Yes. I hate Joana with every inch of my skin.""In that case, I hate Joana too. Rather, I