MAFIA CONTRACT MARRIAGE

Chapter 8

Eleonora Gates

I woke up feeling the warm sunbeams burning my skin. I was still in the sofa where I have fallen asleep after the argument with Lorenzo the night before.

The morning light streaming through the window highlighted the tension and stress etched on my face.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes, I realized I had slept poorly, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions. The argument still lingered, unresolved. But something about the warmth of the sun sparked a new perspective within me.

I got up, stretched, and walked to the window, feeling the sun's rays on my face. I took a deep breath, letting go of the lingering anger and frustration.

I decided to Let go of the argument. I chose to release the negative emotions, focusing on the present moment and take a fresh start. I opened the window, letting in the crisp morning air, symbolizing a new beginning.

I realized Lorenzo had already left for work, but I was grateful for the quiet morning to myself . I decided to start my day with a refreshing morning routine to boost my mood and energy.

I headed to the bedroom and grab a towel then went into the bathroom to take a rejuvenating shower.

I let the warm water soothe my skin, washing away any lingering stress or fatigue.

After showering I brushed my teeth and freshen up I felt invigorated with a clean smile and fresh breath.

I exited the bathroom then went into the closet and picked out a comfortable joggers suit.

As I got dressed, I felt a sense of self-care and self-love. I was taking care of my physical and emotional well-being, setting myself up for a positive day.

With my morning routine complete, I went to the kitchen and prepared a healthy meal, savoring each bite and enjoying the flavors.

After eating I did the dishes then walk out to his expensive balcony, taking in the warm sun and the breathtaking view.

I was not going to think about him today.

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With not much to do I decided to explore his grand penthouse, curious about every nook and cranny. I wandered through the lavish rooms, admiring the elegant decor and stunning artworks. As I strolled, I noticed a door hidden behind a tapestry. My curiosity piqued, I pushed the door open and slipped inside.

I found myself in a private study, filled with books and a massive wooden desk. My eyes widened as I spotted a secret compartment in the desk drawer. I opened it, revealing a collection of precious jewels.

I quickly exited the room not wanting him to catch me snooping around. I continued my tour, I then stumbled upon a restricted area - the penthouse's private art studio. I knew I shouldn't be here, but my curiosity got the best of me.

Inside, I found half-finished paintings and sculptures, revealing Lorenzo's hidden talent as an artist.

As I admired the artwork in the private studio, I didn't notice Lorenzo standing in the doorway, his eyes blazing with anger. "What are you doing in here?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

I spun around, my heart racing. "I-I was just exploring," she stammered.

Lorenzo stormed towards me, his face red with rage. "You have no right to be in here! This is my private space!"

I cowered, feeling a surge of fear. "I'm sorry, Lorenzo . I didn't mean to intrude."

His anger only intensified. "You're nothing but a nosy, useless...!"

My eyes welled up with tears and I looked away. Lorenzo's verbal assault continued until I was left feeling shattered and humiliated.

I turned and ran, tears streaming down my face as I fled the studio. I couldn't bear the weight of Lorenzo's cruel words, the venom in his voice.

I raced through the penthouse, desperate to escape the pain and humiliation. I didn't stop until I reached a bedroom I slammed the door shut behind me and locked it.

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I lay in the guest room bed, my tears finally subsiding, I began to question the circumstances that led me to this place. Why had grandpa arranged for me to marry Lorenzo? What had he seen in him that made him think that he would have been a good match for me?

My mind raced with memories of my father's words: "Grandpa needed to keep the bond".

But what about love? What about compatibility? Had they even considered my happiness?

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Days passed, and I remained in the guest room, feeling a sense of relief and freedom from Lorenzo's toxic behavior. I spent my time reading, journaling, and reflecting on my life. I barely left the room, except for occasional trips to the kitchen or backyard.

Meanwhile, Lorenzo seemed to respect my boundaries, not attempting to contact me or see me. I wondered if he was feeling guilty or regretful, but I didn't dwell on it.

I check the time and saw that it was after 9 in the morning. I decided to leave the guest room and head to the kitchen for some fresh air and breakfast. As I opened the door, I almost collided with Lorenzo, who was standing in the hallway, looking somber.

We both exchanged awkward glances, the tension between us palpable. Lorenzo broke the silence, his voice low and measured. "Eleonora , we need to talk."

I hesitated, unsure if I was ready for a confrontation.

I crossed my arms, my eyes fixed on Lorenzo with a firm resolve. "I don't want to talk to you, Lorenzo. You've said enough."

I had heard his cruel words, his venomous tone, and I wouldn't forget it easily.

Lorenzo's face hardened, his eyes turning cold and detached. "Fine,. Have it your way. But know this: I'm not going to beg for your attention or your forgiveness. You're not worth it."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at the venom in his voice, but I refused to show any emotion. I simply turned and walked away, leaving him standing alone in the hallway.

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