𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐀
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  • Parts 21
Ongoing, First published Nov 06, 2024
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عندما كانت في الرابعة عشرة من عمرها، بيعت داليا إلى ماتيو مارتينيلي، الزعيم السابق لأكبر مافيا إيطالية. ومع تولي ابنه فيتوري مارتينيلي منصب الزعيم الجديد، تُمنح داليا له كهدية عيد ميلاد بعد سنوات قضتها في البيت الآمن. تكافح داليا للوفاء بوعد قطعته واستعادة شخصيتها القديمة بينما يحاول فيتوري ألا يقع في حب الجميلة السمراء. فهل سيتحملان كل هذه الأكاذيب والغيرة والخيانة والحسد والشهوة والقتل معًا باسم الحب؟

لأنها في النهاية، لا تزال مِلْكِيّة فيتوري مارتينيلي.






"ارفع يدك"، قلت وأنا أنظر إلى ذراعه المصابة. "دعني أرى جرح الرصاصة."

"لا تقلقي. يمكنني التعامل مع الأمر بنفسي"، تذمر وهو يشد على عضلته.

"لا تبدأ بهذا العناد معي. أزل يدك ودعني أساعدك، وإلا..." توقفت محاولاتي تهدأ قليلاً.  "فقط دعني أساعدك."

"لا."

حدقت فيه بغضب. "لماذا تتصرف بهذه الأنانية؟! دعني أساعدك! هل تعرف كيف شعرت وأنا أراك بهذا الشكل؟!"

"لأنني لا أعرف كيف أتعامل مع الأمر!" انفجر فجأة، عيناه تحترقان. "أنت تجعلينني أشك بكل شيء ، يا جميلة... لا أستطيع! فقط .... اللعنة عليك "

ثم، دون تردد، إنحنى نحوي و حدث ما كنت أخشاه ...
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When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.