I was a fool to hope that one day you will trust me,

Treating you like a delicate glass with cracked parts.

But little did I knew, you will pierce your broken shards into the very core of my beating heart.

Betraying me to the extent I have nothing left but burning scars.

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People react to fear differently, while some scream with all their might calling every souls attention, others go silent as if they don't even exist.

She belonged to the latter kind.
The sound of a gunshot was heard and the burning smell from the nozzle was felt.
But the pain was missing.

Her body was leaning on the wall for support, heart throbbing out of her chest and its thumping audible in her ears.
She didn't dared to open her eyes but she knew she had to.

As soon as she dared , a punch was landed just next to her head.
Making her to flinch in fear and close her eyes again.

He has deliberately missed the shot.

But it was not over, instead this was just the beginning.
She could feel his breath on her lips, he was too close.

His expensive cologne making her wish to do anything to reverse back time and not betray him.
Cause she wanted to hug him, to tell him all her secrets but she couldn't.

She was trapped between two person's and her escape was only through one thing.

Death.

And she was not ready to die, her little brother the only reason for her survival in this world, him being the second.

"Please...Vince...I beg..."

She sobbed as his nose touched her cheek, making her to gulp.
His closeness has always affected her , but today it felt different.

The person in front of her was no longer her Vince, he was Vincenzo Accardi.
The most feared mafia in the world.

She didn't wanted to look at his cold hatred filled eyes, her innocent heart won't be able to love again after seeing them.

She couldn't explain.She had no words.
She remembered the last time she defied David and the whip marks on her brother's back still haunts her nights.

She can't tell him, if she does.
David will kill her brother even before Vince sends someone to save him.

"Was it fun to play with my emotions like that and be a puppet in your father's hands?"

His hands entangled into her silky hair , when suddenly he pulled them harshly and her chin tilted up to make her betraying face visible to him.
Her falling tears reversing their path towards her temple.

"Open your eyes "

He ordered and she couldn't help oblige.
Her teary eyes landing on his burning ones.

They stared, his angry stare rooting fear in her heart.

"Now answer me cagna!"

Her lips wobbled, she couldn't utter a coherent sentence.
His grip on her hair tightening , making her scalp to hurt a bit.

"I...I never played with your feelings Vince..I..admit...I...listened to dad but....I never lied about my fee..lings."

He didn't reply.
Not able to understand, how she still has the audacity to lie to his face.
Didn't she had any shame? To what extent can she go?

But he was going to test her, he will give her one last chance to forgiveness.

"You say you love me right? Then prove it."

Her eyes widened , his grip loosening on her hair while his lips attacking her neck.
He spoke between the kisses, giving her pleasure and pain at the same time.

"Tell your father that you love me. "

"Tell him you will be faithful to me henceforth"

"... and you refuse to hand over the power of attorney of your shares to him"

She can't
David will kill her brother and then her.
But the question was if Vince will save her?
If not her at least her brother.

He can't.

He won't believe her true identity.
He does not trust her and from now on he never will.

"I...can't"

She managed to whisper and the very next second his lips left her neck.
His body backing from her and her eyes afraid to look at him.

Lifting up the gun once again he pointed it at her temple.
Doing what he does with all other betrayers.

He wanted to kill her.

For not just leaking his sensitive information to rivals, making him loose billions and now loose his company.

But for something else.

For faking her love, for making his heart flutter when she didn't feel a thing.

But he couldn't kill her.

He can't see her innocent looking eyes closing on him, her warm hands turning ice cold in front of him.
Her velvety skin to colour in shades of blood and her heart to stop beating in her chest.

"Ju..just kill me...."
She says sobbing and holding her head in her hands.
Her body slides down the floor as she broke in more sobs.
Regretting her own decision.

" 5 minutes ragazza."

She looks up one last time, thinking it was her last time left in this world.
But his next words shocked her.

"In 5 minutes I want you out of this warehouse and out of my life. If you dare to show me your face again, I swear I won't hold back again"

And that's how he turned his back on her and left her as a sobbing mess on the ice cold floor.

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Amara pov

60 days...90 days?

I don't know how many days it has been, I don't know if it's day or night.

The only thing I know is that I have nothing left in this world.
My everything has been taken away from me, my little brother has gone away from me.

The day I returned to David's place from Vince's warehouse was my last day of freedom.
Knowing I have failed, my punishment and destiny was decided.

I took in a deep breath and looked around me.
The dungeon's grey walls starting back at me with not a single ray of light in the room.

I was numb .

The coldness under my worn out  clothes, no longer a cause of concern.
And my senses used to the obnoxious stink of this room.

I have lived in poverty .

Yes.

But right now I was living in hell.

Starting at these walls the entire day, thinking of my brothers well being every second.
I don't even know if he has eaten anything, if he was sleeping properly or if he was even alive and breathing.

I look down to see the cold shackles tied around my wrists, making permanent marks to leave on my wrists.

My legs bound the same way, as if I could run let alone stand in this weak state.

Life is unfair and sadly for poor people like me, it is nothing but a tragedy.
From bad to worse and worse to irreparable.

People have hope in their lives but all I can see is darkness.

Darkness that first attracts you,then calls for you and finally drowns you.

And right now it is calling for me, making me mentally sick and playing games with me.
I sometimes feel things crawling on my body, voices whispering in my ears.
Silence talking to me and my demons struggling to let out and survive.

But I can't allow them.

If I do, not only I will destroy myself but also the little thing growing inside of me.
The little heart which is growing and is dependent on me for its beat.

The pure innocent soul Vincenzo and I  have created by our love under veils of deception.

The only thing connecting me to him, the only threat holding my sanity in this devastating storm of insanity.

No one knows, and I will keep it that way.
Till the day they come to know themselves.

Till the day he get's the news and comes to save me.

I know this is a wishful thinking, but can't one survive on fake hope?

Can't lies protect your heart from harsh realities?

If they can then I would say lie is much more powerful than truth.

As while truth breaks you, lies hold you together in times of despair.
My my life has always been in despair.

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Vincenzo

The girl moaned under him as he kissed her pouty lips.
Her clothes discarded in the corner as she grinded herself on him.

Enjoying the attention of such a powerful person as himself.
Her moans echoing in the silence of the room, making him pleasure her more.

Their session was interrupted when the door was knocked and the guards voice sounded urgent.
His forehead got covered in creases as he cursed in his mind.

The girl stopping him, but he knew he had to stop here.
The matter looked urgent.

Removing her hands from his biceps, she protested but one angry glare from him and she lowered her eyes.

"Leave"

Was all he said as the girl scurried out while covering herself with a piece of translucent cloth they called a robe.

His men entered immediately and he nodded.
Asking him to continue.

"Sir Me David Rousseau called.He says it's urgent"

The name itself spoiled his mood.
He was on no mood to listen to this man's bullshit,especially his lies regarding how he didn't knew anything regarding the forged signature and the other ills his daughter did for him.

He still remembers how their last conversation ended.

With him pleading to believe Alessa.
To give her a chance as she truly loves him.

Not to forget how his own father and mother were not talking to him for kicking their daughter in law out of their house.

If only they knew she was not as innocent as she looked.

Sighing he got up, not much bothered by this urgent news as he knew they were nothing but concocted lies by David.

Pressing the receiver to his ear, he took a long sigh.
The urgency on the other side almost deceiving him.

Almost.

"Vincenzo my son please do something! She is not eating her food! My daughter is growing very weak...she has started hurting herself!She truly lives you Son! Please just listen to her once!"

Taking another inhale, he replies least bothered.
His voice in complete contrast to David's scared one.

"That's not my problem.She is your daughter. Also after what you guys did, be generous David I haven't planned my revenge on you."

The line went silent for a few seconds before he replies.

"We haven't done anything Son! There is a misunderst-"

I ended to call, tired of his useless lies.
The guard met my stare and immediately looked down.

"Next time this man calls, make sure to not disturb me again"

"Sir, he said it was urgent"

He scoffed.

"Bullish**"

The guard nodded, understand the orders.
And that's how Vince ran his hand through his hair, wondering about those brown eyes that still evade his dreams sometimes.

'I am sure she must be getting pampered being the princess that she is. That deceiving bi***"

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The first slash of the whip marked her back to be followed by another.
Her hands tied on the wall above her head, as she received the punishment ordered by David.

"It doesn't has to be that hard Amara. Just agree to my statement and you will be excuses"

Amara bit her lip,the pain more bearable that the pain her actions will cause Vince , if she follows with David's order.

"You just have to visit your inlaws and convince them. It is not much of a task.
Plus the way you look, anyone will have pity on you"

She took a deep breath, making the wounds to hurt more.
Her father in law Mr Accardi is a great man, she doesn't want to deceive him too.

David wants her to convince Vance back through her inlaws.
He wants her to go back to Vince and do one last task.

The task that many have tried but no one achieved.

The task which will make Alessa Rousseau the owner of all his estates and wealth.

His death

But how can she kill the man she loves?
How can she kill the father of the child growing in her womb?

On her lack of response ,another whip tore her skin open.
Making blood to seep out of her wounds.

Tears leaked her eyes,her mind got numb for a second.
But the words that left her lips were strong and confident.
Not ready to surrender just yet, even if it breaks her from outside and within.

"I won't"

The last slash was hard enough to block her breath in her throat and next she knows, darkness surrounded her.

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