The Devil's Marionette

The Devil's Marionette

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Alonzo Santi is not just the leader of The Marionette-he is The Marionette. No one makes a move in the world of crime, politics, or power without his strings pulling them. Ruthless, untouchable, and bound by no one, Alonzo,has spent his life ensuring that every enemy is silenced before they can even whisper his name. Then there's Antonella Baya. A talented but unknown artist,also a mafias daughter she might look innocent but she's learned some things from her father ,with an unusual habit-she paints faces she's never seen before. She calls them "visions," but when one of her paintings turns out to be a perfect likeness of Alonzo, the most dangerous man in the world, she becomes a liability. Alonzo doesn't believe in fate. He believes in control. So when his men bring Antonella to him, terrified and confused, he gives her a choice: 1. Stay and belong to him. A prisoner, a puppet-whatever he decides. 2. Disappear. But disappearing under Lucian's rule never means freedom. Antonella is terrified, but she refuses to show it. She challenges him in ways no one has before, drawing out pieces of him he's long buried-shadows of the man he was before he became The Devil's Hand. But the real danger isn't her. It's the fact that she remembers things she shouldn't. Dreams of bloodstained marble floors, a gunshot in the dark, a burning house. Memories that belong to Alonzo,his dark dark past. He's spent his life erasing his past, ensuring no one could ever use it against him. But somehow, Antonella has seen things she shouldn't-things no one should know. And if she remembers everything, she could unlock a truth so dangerous it would shake even him. Now, Alonzo has another choice: Kill her before she remembers it all. Or keep her so close that he controls which strings she pulls. And for the first time, he's the one being played. ---
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She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.

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