Serina Accardi had everything, and wanted for nothing. Her brother gave her whatever she desired, but kept the parts of her destined world out of her reach.
Until she lost everything in one night to a man who's eyes looks like the devils wrath.
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I felt betrayal twist in my gut like a knife, and this dagger hurt me more then any one of Lucas's ever could.
In my dream Lucas stabbed my chest, But it feels now that Lorenzo took a dagger to my stomach and ripped it up to my heart.
My heart burned with pain. Is this what heartbreak felt like, because if it was I get it. The hysteria and the breakup songs and the crying in the floor of the bathroom for days. I felt as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest and it was beating and thumping in my hands, bleeding all over me.
It had been two days and I haven't left my room, I had found a new suite down one of the hallways and locked myself inside it . I couldn't face him and I couldn't go back to our room, I wasn't sure what I'd say or if I'd even be able to get the words out.
I am the strongest bitch alive, but I can't even open the door. I can't. I knew it they wanted to, anyone of Lorenzo's men could unlock the door given a key, but no one came except for when they dropped food outside the door.
Despite the way my stomach was empty and I hadn't eaten a thing, I couldn't eat, the thought alone made me nauseous.
The people in movies make heartbreak seem not as bad, dull down the pain; but what I felt now...I have never hurt like this before.
I hate everyone in this world, and often the world hates me—but Lorenzo's charm made me feel like maybe just maybe I finally could have a place somewhere.
Lorenzo was going to sell me, trade me off. Only now he wasn't, he'd changed his mind—what the fuck.
I shook my head as I sat in the middle of the floor. The furniture around me was all broken, smashed to pieces courtesy of yours truly.
What a mess I've made. A beautifully disgraceful mess.
A knock on the door didn't make me look up, as about every hour Marco tried to get me to talk, he never opened the door, even though I knew he could if they wanted to. But right now I hate him just as much as I hate Lorenzo.
Fuck I can't even hate Lorenzo. Fuck, I can't believe I am those girls in those fucking mafia books. Always falling hard for the sinners who don't want them.
I don't chase men. I don't beg on my knees for their attention and love.
"Serina." Lorenzo's voice was cold, stiff. It sounded like the voice of the man I fists met.
I said nothing. But I bit my lip as I sat upon the messy floor. Glass and wood and the feathers around me.
"It's been three days. You can't just keep yourself locked in a fucking room." He growled, he growled at me like what he had done was my fault. Like I drove him to it, and he blames me for it.
