A message pings on my phone and I slip it out as I poke my finger on the elevator button.

Marco: In one month from now you will marry me, Aliyana. I suggest you use that time to get used to the idea.

I want to walk back there and punch his face. But I don’t. My father’s words ring in my ears. I know the extent of his crimes, and I know I am overpowered. In one months time I would marry Marco Catelli.

Xander and Salvatore come to fetch me, my father must have told him where I am.

I jump into the Bentley, my heart racing at how my life has turned. I am cursed because I committed a sin the day my lips touched Marco Catelli, and I dug it deeper when I walked into that library and gave him my body, only to leave when I did. A man I once loved.

We both did.

“We need to meet with Aleksie tonight,” Salvatore says from the front.

“Is that pair of clothes still in the boot?”

“Yes Miss Capello.”

in the City lights and I watch the people walk by, doing their thing, clueless of the bloodshed that

Soon I will have to marry him. Marco Catelli was once the man I loved, but he took from

take from him

Camilla Moretti and I

the capacity to contain anything. I wonder what he thought of the color white. Did he think it was a sign of purity?

on this very podium, with this man across from me, I would have been smiling, similar to the way I am now.

smile would’ve been comfortable, wrapped in genuine joy, because then I loved him. At that stage in my life, he was my world and I would have laid myself on the floor where he walked with his blood-stained soles. And I would have done

of revenge. My heart would have beat with love, and not in the threat that now lurks outside this Church walls, waiting with finite patience that would sooner be over. This marriage is

potential to be the perfect imagery of a great folklore tale where the devil married his angel. But

Since I am going for honesty, I should also point out that this man is not the devil. The devil was once an angel. Marco Catelli has never known a day of what it feels like to be pure. He only knows evil,

Church is my hate for this one man,

at me in disgust and jealousy. I am marrying a Catelli. The few PEOPLE happy about this union are old and might think Marco’s hand over mine means he loves me. But I assure you, love is not the case of point. He is squashing my hand, his cynical eyes are stabbing me to death, over and over

Marco isn’t marrying me for the life he claims to breed with me in the foreseeable future. He is marrying me to avenge the one he has already claimed as his own. He is slipping this ring on my finger because I am the one with the tools he now

that is not true, Marco Catelli’s only obsession is feeding his addiction to power. It has

I am not the mouse he was so in love with. Camilla Moretti was foolish and whatever led her to her untimely death was her own doing. She wanted to play a

am as evil and cunning as Marco’s

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