𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 🎭

𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎

Severe headache and pain, as if I had been hit with an iron machete without bleeding. I feel nauseous and dizzy at the same time. I don't remember anything of what happened yesterday, not even a glimpse of the tape. All I know is that I was quarreling with Lorenzo and now I woke up in... Shit, I woke up in his room! How could this happen? Oh God, damn my damned memory. Why can't I remember anything even though I didn't drink that much to get drunk? Is it possible that this evil person put me to sleep again so that I don't remember anything? Does he think he can control me as if I were a doll? No, dear Lorenzo, I am not the woman who is being murdered. Control it, but it is in control.

I quickly got out of bed to confront that bastard and show him how he could control me, since he was the only one who knew what happened last night, but the moment I got up, I was met by the mirror, and what shocked me was that I was wearing a Lorenzo polo blouse. How is this? I was wearing a short black blazer. Is it possible that I changed my clothes? No, I don't remember doing anything like that. Oh, no, no, not that! I'm going crazy! That satanic narcissist, I will teach him a lesson.

I left the room and without thinking, I knew that he was in the kitchen, so I hurried down the stairs and entered the kitchen, but surprisingly, no one was there. Where is he then? Every morning, he is here to prepare breakfast, as usual.

"I'm here amor!" . The sound came from the pool.

I went back and opened the balcony and found him making fruit salad. As usual, the table was organized and colorful with food. But what matters to me now is not that, but rather that he explain the deed he did. I looked at him with a deadly look and ran and took away the salad plate so he could distract me.

"What happened last night? Speak up!" . I shouted at him.

"Oh mi inferno, there is no good morning, my dear husband, what are you doing ،always quarrels, by the way did you sleep well?" . He was talking as if things were normal, then he returned the plate to him and continued cutting the fruits.

"I'm talking to you! How did i get to this state?" . I shouted in a strong tone for him to focus on me.

"What state ? You mean you look attractive when you wake up?" . He asked with a smirk.

I think he understood only one way. I forcefully took the knife from his hand and placed it on his chin, which made him shocked and stop smiling. He was looking at me from below due to the height difference.

"Tell me, who changed my clothes now?" . I threatened him while still holding the knife to his chin.

"Woo , I admit your audacity, my dear! No one dared to raise a knife against me, not even the mafia, but if you are okay, I will submit to you. And on the subject of changing clothes, I have no idea, my love. Perhaps because of fatigue, you forgot that it was you who did that." I know how bad he is at lying.

"Oh, maybe I forgot that. Do you think I'm clumsy or stupid? I know I wasn't conscious, but I know I didn't change my clothes. Speak up before I lose my temper, Lorenzo!" . I pressed the knife to threaten him.

"Oh, this is painful. Well, I was the one who changed your clothes, but I swear to you that I controlled my eyes. How could a mafia like me, who carried out a robbery and infiltrated the largest banks in Chicago at night, surrounded by thousands of cameras and heavy security, not lower his gaze while changing clothes?"

"You are a scoundrel and a vile person! I will finish you off today." I was going to press the knife to point it at his neck, but soon I felt his hand stop me and throw the knife to the ground. He tied my hands tightly and pulled me towards him, causing my back to collide with his chest

"sh, I know you are unstoppable, but will you show mercy to your husband this time? Why don't you act like you were so nice yesterday? If Valencia Torricelli had seen you, she would have been shocked." He whispered in a manipulative voice.