Achilles’ Point of View:As the night drew closer, I had an unsettling feeling waver over me. I met with dad earlier in the evening and told him that she had agreed to marry me, so she was officially a part of the mafia in the future and was off limits. That might have saved her from him, but that also invited her to more dangers.What bugged me was the fact that she was so unaware of the way things worked around here, and I couldn’t be caring enough to tell her. Surely her presence had ignited some feelings that I had hoped to leave far behind me, but it wasn’t enough to bring me back. I had a lot to focus on, and she wasn’t any part of it.On the other hand, she was far from being prepared to be my wife in the first place. I’ve heard people can do anything for love, but w

Achilles’ Point of View:“So what are you suggesting?” I asked with a smirk painted on my face. She didn’t waste another minute and pulled me closer by my shirt, joining our lips in a passionate kiss.I tried to resist but as her taste dissolved in my mouth, I ached for more and kissed her back. Her lips were as soft as the last time I felt them, the feeling of ecstasy making me almost high. It had been so long since I felt her lips against mine, something I had known to be impossible happening ever again.As I continued kissing her passionately, I felt my senses kicking in. I couldn’t do this, not after everything that had happened. It took everything in me to stop and pull back. She looked at me as we separated, holding my gaze for a few seconds. Her eyes were as pretty as they had al

 Isabelle’s Point of View:I woke up with a strong headache and a terrible pain in my hand. I groaned as I looked around the huge room, and realised I had slept in the base last night after getting drunk. Flashes from the last night conversation started coming back to me, and I was shocked to realise I remembered most of it even after being both high and drunk.Dragging myself to the bathroom, I quickly turned on the shower and let the hot water wash away the soreness of my skin. Taking a look at my tattoo, I realised the letters that were originally faded enough, were almost invisible now but the square wound remained as before. There were a lot of emotions attached to the scar—I couldn’t believe I had his name tattooed on my bone. I mean, that’s some cult-level love, isn’t it?I shrugged and took a bath. After coming out and getting dressed with so

Isabelle’s Point of View:I yawned as I opened my eyes. It had been a long sleep after months. I wasn’t completely happy about my life at the moment, I wouldn’t lie—it wasn’t exactly a fairytale, but I thought that I still made the best out of it.Today I was supposed to get married. Yep, it was my big day—but I didn’t have the slightest excitement. Not because I didn’t kinda want it, but it was to be over whenever Achilles left Mafia and I didn’t want a reason to not pray for that to happen. Well, okay, I was a little excited but who wouldn’t, right?Anyway, I gathered myself and got up. I was in my own apartment, I hadn’t visited him in two days and he asked me to take some time off since he was on some “missions” and obviously, I really

[This chapter contains mature content. It also includes kinky//BDSM//Dd/lg stuff, so if it’s not your type then you can skip over and it wouldn’t really make a difference to the storyline. Thank you.]Isabelle’s Point of View:We pulled over to Achilles’ apartment and went inside in a rush. It took a lot for me to control myself from kissing him right then and there outside his place, but it probably wouldn’t be a decent image running around in public.As soon as the door was locked, he pulled me in for a hungry kiss, sloppily dominating my mouth with his tongue. His hands traced my hips and waist in a lustful movement, but couldn’t get much access due to my huge dress.He pulled back and quickly unzipped my dress from the back. After it fell down on the floor, he picked me up to help me wiggle out of it without falling down and then kissed me again, not wasting any breath.“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered just like he had done so many times before, and continued smothering me with