Bianca sets out for revenge after her parents were murdered in front of her as a child by marrying leader of the biggest Mafia responsible for her parents murders.Her plan however is threatened by true love when she falls for the enemy, Ivan Monten...
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"I found you after so long little sister, i will never let you go now."
Those words resonated in her head when she woke up. The voice that said them was disoriented. The last thing she remembered was feeling a pain sear her heart after talking to Nicholas. She remembered shedding tears that she could not account for. She remembered how her heart was beating furiously against her ribcage, almost as if attempting to beat out of her chest.
Again, tears welled up in her eyes and a splitting migraine followed. She clutched her head tightly, feeling it pound and throb furiously, hurting beyond description.
She was destructed from the pain when the door to her room opened, allowing entrance to her husband. Her stomach churned and twisted very uncomfortably at the sight of him, and she realized the authority and dominance he still had on her.
she swallowed visibly when he approached her with a sinister smirk on his face.
"Why the long face lover?" The smirk intensified and she felt butterflies, well no, scratch that, it could not have been butterflies, butterflies were good, what she was feeling was anything but good.
She looked at him not giving the effort of speaking because God knew, anything she said could piss him off and he'd be drowning her in the tub again.
"Why did you let me leave with Bruno? I asked you but you did not say anything." She said clearing her throat.
Ivan chuckled darkly, unsettling everything in her. "Well, c'mon love he was so persistent I decided why not." He said with a lazy a shrug of his shoulders
"Speaking of Bruno, you have played your part. You are to never see him again. Is that clear?" He changed tones, from calm and cool to evil and authoritative.
"And what was my part in all of this?" She swallowed hard, somewhat fearful of the hurtful response that was surely coming her way.
"Well, why should you even ask. You are nothing but a mere prostitute. A whore, slut, you name it. The point is your services are not required anymore. You will go back to warming my bed and wetting my cock, like a good little slut. Yes?" And there it was! Even though it was anticipated, that very wounding remark, it hit more than she thought it would.
He smirked when he saw that he indeed plucked a dagger through her heart. His hand went to stroke her cheek.
It was insane, she was trained to use her body as a weapon, but she did not feel that way where Bruno was concerned, she genuinely felt cared for. it felt stupid of course thinking that she could mean anything to Bruno, but the truth was he meant a lot to her. He was the man she was in love with.
"You and i have only ever slept together once and it was the biggest mistake of my life." She declared.
"Is that really so? Maybe that's true, or maybe just maybe, you don't have memories of it. But let's assume for your sake that it was only once." He smirked.
