MAFIA CONTRACT MARRIAGE

Chapter 13

Eleonora POV

I woke up to an empty suite, Lorenzo having left for his dealings without so much as a goodbye. I stretched, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. The days were long and tedious, trapped in this luxurious prison, but at least when Lorenzo was away, I had some semblance of freedom.

I wandered over to the canvas and paints, my mind itching to create. I had always found solace in my art, and now, more than ever, it was my lifeline. I began to paint, the brush strokes bold and expressive, as I poured my emotions onto the canvas.

As the day wore on, I decided to hang up a few of my pieces in the suite. It was Lorenzo's property, after all, and I couldn't see how it would harm anything. I carefully selected a few of my favorites and began to arrange them on the walls.

The first piece I hung was a vibrant abstract, the colors swirling together in a dance of hope and despair. Next to it, I placed a more somber piece, a landscape of a desolate beach, the sky gray and foreboding. Finally, I hung a portrait of a woman, her face obscured by shadows, but her eyes gleaming with a fierce determination.

Stepping back, I admired my handiwork. The paintings added a touch of warmth and personality to the cold, impersonal space. For a moment, I felt like I had reclaimed a small part of myself, like I had asserted my own identity in this place where I was otherwise just a pawn.

But as the day wore on, and the silence began to feel oppressive, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I glanced around the suite, but there was no one there. I told myself it was just my imagination, but the sensation lingered, making my skin crawl.

I brush it off and went to my art space. Just as I was starting to feel like I had finally found a sense of peace, the phone rang, shrill and insistent. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should answer it, but something compelled me to pick up the receiver.

"Hello?" I said, my voice cautious.

"Eleonora," Lorenzo's voice was cold and detached, "I hope you're not getting too comfortable. What have you been doing today?"

My heart skipped a beat. How did he know I was doing something?

"I-I was just passing the time, Lorenzo," I stammered. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble."

"Passing the time?" Renzo's voice was skeptical. "I hope you're not wasting your time on frivolous pursuits. You have a purpose, Eleonora. Don't forget it."

I felt a shiver run down my spine. What did he mean by "purpose"?

"I won't, Lorenzo," I said,

"Good," He said, his voice softening slightly. "I'll be home soon. We'll discuss your activities further then."

The line went dead, and I was left feeling like I was walking on eggshells. What had I done wrong? And what did he have planned for me?

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I felt a sense of unease after the phone call with Lorenzo. His words echoed in my mind, making me wonder if I was being watched or listened to. I decided to search the suite, looking for any hidden cameras or microphones.

I started in the living room, scanning the walls and furniture for any signs of surveillance. I checked the lamps, the paintings, and even the vases, but I didn't find anything out of the ordinary. I moved on to the bedroom, searching every inch of the space, but again, I came up empty-handed.

I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe I was just being paranoid. Maybe Lorenzo was just trying to control me through fear. But the feeling of unease lingered, and I couldn't shake the sensation that I was being watched.