VioletI don’t understand why he picked me to be his wife,he could have any woman he pleases and he pick me .My whole life was a blur and he made it even worse ,Why the hell should I marry him for my father debt ? Couldn’t there be another way .This guy was one hell of a mystery .I mean I do find him insanely attractive and I’m sure he feels the same way judging by his intense stares and his jealousy .I hate myself for how my body responds to him. For how I understand those dark desires inside of him. Everything that I have tried to lock up inside of myself, from the time I had first been aware of the edginess inside of me, seems to respond to his presence. It’s as if I can’t keep my innermost feelings hidden around him anymore. His corruption attracts the filth I’d thought I had buried deep inside of myself.On our way back from the shopping trip, Alessio had informed me that we were getting married in three days. He had told me that he would have a dress delivered to me if I didn’t

Violet I stood there ,poised at the treshold of the church . At the far end of the aisle, he turns to glance at me, then freezes. Even across the distance, there’s no mistaking the tension that radiates off every inch of his powerful body. Next to him, was his brothers and Alessandro ,I could sense the ripple of shock that ran through them ,I take a step forward, then another. I shiver ,tighten my grasp around the bouquet of white zagra flowers from the orange trees that Isabelle managed to rustle up for me .Everyone fixated at me but my eyes were only on Alessio . My footsteps echo through the completely silent church. It seems I have struck my audience dumb. A giggle bubbles up and I swallow it back. It won’t do to get hysterical. Not now, not after I’ve come this far. With Isabelle's help, I’d managed to don my wedding gown… And when I had seen myself in the mirror… The contrast of my red hair with the black silk and lace and my pale creamy skin, all set off with the white rose

AlessioMy eyes were filled with shock as I glance down at the dagger protruding from my chest, then up at her. I could sense from green eyes that she was scared of what she had done ,her hair flowing around her shoulders while she raises the dagger and my blood drips from from fingers to the ground .I hold her gaze, and in the depths of her eyes, I see myself reflected. I reach for her and she holds out her hand—the one without the dagger. Our fingers touch, cling together. Her lips part and my gaze drops to her mouth. The redness of her lipstick matches the scarlet that runs down the blade of the dagger."Pretty Face ," I whisper, "what have you done?""I…" she swallows, "I didn’t have a choice,but I …. I didn’t mean to—" Her shoulders shudder. "I—"Her beautiful features sway in front of my eyes. Black spots flicker at the sides of my vision. My knees seem to give way from under me.I hear her scream and her fingers tighten around mine. The dagger slips from her fingers and clatter

Violet“You can’t keep ordering me around ,do you understand?” I scowl at him as he towers over me .He is a tall man,six feet four inches height and in this light ,he looks massive,his shoulders block out my line of sight ,his dark hair seem to merge the blackness around him .My heart pumped so loudly out of my chest .I can’t believe he forced me to marry him ."Don’t even think about it." His lips curl, "If by some miracle, you get out of the cell, the only way out is up and my brothers are standing on guard as we speak.""So I see you have your whole family plan on this too ?" I swallow. "Why am I not surprised? After all, torturing helpless women must be your family’s past time.""Hmm." He drums his fingers on his massive chest, then winces.My stomach tightens. So, I had managed to wound him, after all, though you can’t see it, with how he’s standing with his spine straight, and dressed in clean clothes. You wouldn’t guess that he had a dagger stabbed in his chest ,a few hours ago

Violet I pull the train of my dress around my shoulders, and huddle into the mattress of the narrow single bed. Seriously, this entire thing sucks. Why the hell had he left me behind? I mean, who leaves their wife in the basement of his house on their wedding night? Alessio Bloody Sovrano does. Yeah, yeah, I know what you are thinking. When it suits me, I am his wife, and when it doesn’t, I am not. And isn’t that the truth of it? I bring up my hand, stare at the ring on my finger. The black diamond in the center is smooth enough that I can see myself reflected in it. Honestly, I never worn anything so beautiful and if I had to chose a ring for myself,it was definitely going to be this . Not that I had spent much time thinking about my wedding… Considering I had been too busy trying to focus on my fledgling career as a designer. And then there was that little issue that I had been in the foster care system until my sister Nina had turned eighteen and found a way to become my legal g