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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A week.
A week has passed since we fled from Italy, away from my villainous so-called husband. These seven days were one of the - if not the most - terrifying days of our lives. Every hour, every minute and every second my mind was revolving around only one person. Elliott.
His words kept replaying in my mind like a broken record. All his threats and warnings of what he will do if I try to run away was haunting my thoughts. The consequences of my last two attempts of fleeing kept flashing before my eyes. Although my right hand was completely healed without any sort of mark or scar, the vivid pain of getting burned was still fresh. I can still envision how the skin of my palm entirely peeled off, revealing the scarlet flesh underneath. Heck, I can't even go near stoves without remembering how mercilessly he burned my hand.
And the second attempt? That was mentally traumatic for me. He forced me to point a freaking gun at my bestfriend's direction, warning me not to move or else he will shoot him to death. I don't even want to imagine what would have happened that day if I refused to marry him. That would have ruined me. I would rather get my hand burned a hundred more times than hurt Levi.
His vicious and fiendish ways of hurting me is what makes me more terrified of him. Atleast the other times he caught me before I could even take a step outside of the mansion's perimeter. But this time, I actually managed to move to another country before he could locate me. Not only that, I escaped with the one person who he hates with a great passion. I think it is already established just how much he is jealous of Levi and sees him as a threat.
Which makes me wonder, what will he do if he gets his hands on me? Most importantly, what will he do to Levi? These two questions are enough to nauseate me to the point that I can't even sleep at night. The whole night, all I do is toss and turn while keeping my eyes shut close, afraid I might see something within the darkness. There is a sickening paranoia working inside me all the time, causing my senses to be always heightened. It is almost like I am waiting for him to pop out from the corner of our hotel room and drag me to that hell.
"Earth to, Sirena." A hand waved infront of my face almost frantically, causing me to snap out of my mindless daze. This happens very often now where I just space out in the middle of a conversation and get lost in my thoughts. Perhaps this is what happens when you go through too many traumatic events. "You okay?"
"Just thinking." A sigh escaped my lips, as we strolled through the city of Bordeaux. The warm street lights were glowing under the darkened sky, the fresh scent of rain and grass lingering in the cool breeze blowing past out faces. It was going to rain soon, judging by the grey clouds floating above our heads. "What if someone recognises us?"
