Drowning Deep Into Love

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I am just a new writer, so just excuse the mess if you find any, haha.

TW: Physical and mental abuse, murders, violence, suicide, etc

Enjoy, nonetheless.

- Nisha

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"Fate whispers to the warrior, 'You cannot withstand the storm,' and the warrior whispers back, 'I am the storm...' "

Seven Years Ago

August 03, 2014,

Samantha's Diary                                          Page no. 118

To my dear self,

I stood there, trembling with fear as I contemplated my wretched existence. 

My life has been a constant nightmare, and now, after this marriage, I dread I will become nothing but a mere shell of myself.

Despite being the eldest child, I never received the love and tenderness from my father that I yearned for, solely because I'm a girl. It's Miguel, my younger brother, who always gets showered with love and attention.

I was eighteen, and he was just fourteen, yet he could sense the injustice of it all. I could see the hurt in his eyes, but he was too young to speak out against our father's favoritism.

Regardless of our rather unconventional upbringing, my brother and I shared an unbreakable bond that runs deep. It wasn't just the blood that united us; we were each other's confidants and allies.

Miguel relishes watching me brandish my sword, my nimble figure gliding with the elegance and fluidity of a ballet dancer. And I, in turn, relish Miguel's sharp intellect. His strategic mind is a thing of beauty, a formidable power not to be underestimated.

Growing up as an unloved child, I was determined to prove my worth. From the age of nine, I trained under the tutelage of Tetsuya Jirocho, a master of Japanese sword fighting. For me, sword fighting was more than just a hobby - it was in my blood. I was born to fight. He was impressed by my dedication and natural ability, and he pushed me to become a true professional.

Now as I stood at the altar, dressed in a white gown that represented everything I had never wanted, I felt like a pawn in my father's game. I was being forced into this marriage, and I had no say in it, or else Miguel would also suffer the consequences.

The man I was being forced to marry was a powerful figure, someone who could destroy our family with a snap of his fingers.

Underneath my veil, I could feel the tears threatening to spill. I kept my gaze low, trying to hide the fear and misery that consumed me. It was as if I was trapped in a nightmare with no escape.

The minister's voice echoed through the hall, "Do you, Miss Samantha Lewis, take Philip Carter to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

My mind raced a million miles per hour. I couldn't bring myself to look at Philip, for fear of what my eyes might betray. All eyes were on me. I darted a quick glance at my father and Miguel, but their poker faces gave nothing away.

As the words "I do" were about to escape my lips, a gunshot rang out. Philip's head exploded in a shower of blood, and my unwanted groom lay lifeless on the ground staining my wedding dress crimson. I should have felt something, but all I felt was relief.

Who had the nerve to kill such a powerful mafia leader? And then the whispers started, "...Death is coming... Death is here..." My curiosity was piqued but also mixed with fear. Who was this Death? Whoever he was, I was feeling grateful that he had saved me from a fate worse than death.

As I gazed up, a striking figure came into view, an enigmatic man who commanded attention. His physique was impressive, with a shock of chocolate-brown hair, piercing grey eyes, and tanned white skin adorned with intricate tattoos.

Dressed in black pants and a loose-fitting black shirt. There was something undeniably alluring about him, something that drew me in despite the chaos and violence that surrounded us.

For a moment, I found myself lost in his gaze, unable to tear my eyes away from his hypnotic presence. Who was he, and what did he want from me?

"I, Ash De Laurentiis, Death's personified," he declared with a chill in his voice. "And I hereby proclaim that Samantha Lewis is mine. If anyone disagrees, speak now or forever hold your peace."

A murmur rippled through the crowd, but nobody dared to cross Ash's path. With a swift shot, he silenced the dissenter, leaving no room for doubt. "Done and dusted," he drawled, giving my hand a possessive squeeze. "Time to head home, love."

My mind was in turmoil. One moment I was being forced into a loveless marriage, and the next, I was in the grasp of a dangerous man. The urge to rebel and fight surged within me, but deep down I knew it would only lead to destruction. So, I remained silent, my thoughts churning as I followed Ash.

I saw my father clenching Miguel's hand, his annoyance palpable. He motioned him to stay hushed for the time being.

"Mr. DeLaurentiis, it gives me immense pleasure to see my daughter standing next to you," my father spoke with a sinister smile, unperturbed by the pool of blood beneath our feet.

It was clear to me that my father was far too pleased with the outcome of events, even if it meant sacrificing my happiness and marrying me off to the devil himself.

It was evident that Ash's power and influence exceeded that of any other mafia group, as my father showed no remorse for the loss of Philip's life.

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