the fate of a bet

Amora

The devil of my dreams.

The one who doesn't know me.
The one for whom my heart would lose a thousand beats.
The devil, I love.
He is standing in front of me.

He tells me to pack my stuff, but I can't. My feet won't move, My body won't.
The years of beating and belts have made me only obey him. My husband.

My husband lost me, his bet to him.

My one-sided love,
my dream man,
my heart,
my only reason to live.
People call him Marco.

But for me, he is,
the devil I am in love with,
Lex Antoniano.

Lex

I see her eyes wanting to move, pack up and leave.
But her mind won't let her. Her body froze in fear of that fucker,
who couldn't even win a game.

The angle of pureness
is standing in front of me.
The one whose smell is making me go mad, her eyes
staring into my soul.
After layal.
She did something to me.

She looks pure and worthy of nothing but love,
but her bruise shows a different story.
Her husband, no, her ex-husband smiles.
fucker thinks I am going to let my bet go away, never.
He lost her. I won her.

I'm sorry, but she is mine.
My wife.
Mrs. Antoniano.
Mrs. Marco.