𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚
25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him.
𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬
20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth per...
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After yesterday's revelations, I was mentally too fucking exhausted. Something could have happened to my wife and I couldn't even be there to protect her. When she confirmed that she was abused during her childhood, my everything burned with rage.
I wanted to know everything about the fucker who used to hurt her. The fact she was so vulnerable and defenseless in her abuser's grasp, made me restless. It made me think about all the possibilities of the worst outcomes.
But, I am no saint either. The amount of times I have hurt her is uncountable, yet there is a huge part in me which thinks it was the best thing to do in response to her resistance. I love her, more than my whole existence. Then why can't she love me back? This one thought never failed to provoke me into doing the things I did to her. It hurts so much when she rejects me and what do I do? I use violence to show my dominance over her.
Releasing a deep breath, I open my eyes and caress her hair, which was scattered over my chest. It was almost five in the morning and my sleep was interrupted from Sirena's sudden movements. Her erratic breathing caused me to frown, as I cupped her cheeks and stilled. They were moistened with tears, wetting my shoulder blades completely.
Without wasting another second, my hand shoots to the other side and flickered on the lights. I glanced back at the shivering form of my wife, quickly draping the duvet higher against her shoulders. Was she feeling cold?
A whimper escaped her lips and her trembling intensified. I rose from my lying position and rubbed her cheek with my thumb. Her eyebrows were furrowed in, expressing her unspoken fear. Fuck, she was having a nightmare.
"Amore, wake up." I whispered in her ear, shaking her by the arm gently. "It's just a dream, please wake up."
Her eyes snapped open, as she shot from her lying position while panting. Raven hair strands stuck on her mildly sweaty forehead and I reached out to brush them out of the way.
She flinched in response, causing me to retreat my hand instantly. Pulling her knees upto her chest, she muffled her cries while rocking back and forth.
My jaw tensed at the sight before me, as I rubbed my hand up and down on her back in a soothing manner. She was still jumpy and jittery, so I fought the urge to pull her into a bone crushing hug.
"It is okay, you are okay." I assured her, careful not to frighten her more than she already is. She lifted her face up from her knees, as my ey softened at her teary, red brimmed eyes. I slowly widened my arms and wrapped them around her in a hug, noticing her tense muscles. "Breathe, hm? You are safe."
