Anastasia Bravetti , a 21 year old beautiful and innocent girl who lives a life she doesn't want. Her dad is a cruel mafia boss and never showed love to his daughter. Anastasia had always been a pawn in her father's dangerous game of power and contr...
I've never felt safe, not even in my own family. I spent years dreaming of an escape, but the truth was, there was no way out. I longed for a life that felt normal one where I could go to school and not be locked away at home, where I could make friends instead of being forever alone. I dreamed of a future where my art would speak for me, where people would see my soul in each brushstroke, and maybe, just maybe, where I'd marry the love of my life. I wanted him to be my first everything my first kiss, my first love, my first real joy.
But life had other plans. Or, to be more accurate, my father did.
He was the man who despised me from the start. The man who, with cold indifference, caused my mother's death. Just days after burying her, he brought home his mistress, Flora, who became my stepmother. She was his soulmate and together, they were nothing short of evil.
Flora made sure I knew my place in their world. I was nothing more than an afterthought. My food was always brought to me in my room, never shared at their table. I was allowed out only once a month, for the most trivial of errands, and always with bodyguards lurking close by. I wasn't allowed to step foot in coffee shops or meet friends. I couldn't even have a pet, a simple companion to ease the silence that filled our house. In their eyes, I was a prisoner, locked away, a mere shadow in their lives.
But as much as I loathed their company, I found solace in my loneliness. My art room became my sanctuary a place where I could lose myself for hours, painting the stories and emotions I could never voice aloud. My father, of course, didn't care if I was alive or dead. To him, I was just another piece in his grand empire, an asset he planned to use when the time was right. I was nothing more than a pawn.
I tried to escape once. Just once. But it didn't work. My father caught me. And when he did, he made sure I would never try again. He beat me. He starved me for two weeks, and when it was over, I learned the painful lesson: there was no escape.
Still, I can't stop wishing. Wishing for a way out. Wishing for a future that wasn't written for me. Wishing for a life that was truly mine.
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Hi guysss this is the first chapter, is a short one just so u get the message of what kind of life Anastasia has before her life married to Matteo so stay tuned for chapter two.
In this book I'll be more active
And i made some headers for Matteo's and Anastasia's POV so you know who's pov is.
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As for the character's appearance I picture Anastasia as a blonde girl with brown eyes and skinny and short
And Matteo a brunet with blue eyes and tanned skin and lots of tattoos
But if you don't like it it's up to your imagination 🤍
