Caged, abused and tortured, Ariana's life had been a living hell until she was forced to spy on the most dangerous mafia in the whole world, La Cosa Nostra. Will her life take an unexpected turn or will the revelation of a catastrophic secret ruin h...
Each syllable felt like a dagger, slicing through the fragile fabric of my heart. I had always known that love was a risk, but never did I imagine that it would end like this, with the bitter taste of betrayal on my lips.
My chest felt hollow, an aching void where my heart used to beat with warmth and hope. The numbness spread from the core of my being, seeping into my limbs until I felt like a mere shadow of myself. Everything seemed foreign and uninviting.
My mind conjured images of Xander's smile, the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed, the gentle touch of his hand. And now, those memories were tainted, replaced with the haunting image of him with someone else.
I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the pain, but it was relentless. It gnawed at my insides, twisting and turning, making it hard to breathe. The tears came slowly at first, a silent testament to my heartbreak, before they turned into an uncontrollable torrent, each drop a small release of the agony that gripped me.
A part of me wanted to scream, to rage against the unfairness of it all, but another part was too tired, too defeated. The betrayal felt like a physical wound, raw and bleeding, and I was powerless to stop the flow.
Aya hugged me but I pushed her away. I cut Damien's call and tossed the phone to the bed as I rushed into the bathroom.
The bathroom tiles were cold against my cheek as I sat huddled on the floor, tears streaming down my face.
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The room was small, and the walls seemed to close in around me, suffocating with their stark white sterility. Each sob echoed off the tiles, a haunting reminder of the raw pain that coursed through my body. My chest ached with every breath, a deep, gnawing ache that felt as though it would never subside. My heart shattered anew with every memory that surfaced, each one a sharp shard of glass slicing through my soul.
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I clutched my knees tighter, rocking back and forth, trying to find some solace in the movement. But there was no escape from the agony. The betrayal, the loss, the emptiness-they were all-consuming, leaving no room for anything else.
