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Mafia’s Wicked Love

He wasn't always like this... was he? Was it a specific moment that led to where we are today? Was I too blind to see through his façade? Was I blind enough to overlook his sociopathic, sadistic tendencies? No answers, I have no answers. But it doesn't matter anymore. Neither of us are the same people we once were. It's too late for him and I. We can't turn around from the grave sins we've committed. He's the monster I loved once but now, he's the spawn of Satan himself. I was once the girl he supposedly loved but now... I'm just an object of his torments. "You really think you'll be able to leave me?" The sinister look in his eyes keep me alert. "No," I answer truthfully as the blood dripping down my skirt. "You will keep me alive till my heart bleeds for you. Until you break me completely and that's when I'll take my last breath that takes me away from the man who created hell on earth for me; and that's when I'll leave you, forever."

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CHAPTER 39

"Oh my God! Not Hrithik Roshan!" She says in pure shock.

Her comment makes me laugh, but it's a sad laugh. It's probably less heavy on her because she hasn't seen or experienced anything too cruel. Oh, how I wish I was still ignorant and unaware of all of this.

"You don't have toâ€"" she starts, "â€"you have no obligation to me to tell me anything but what does he do to you?"

The question is simple yet holds so much weight. I want to tell Yasmeen everything, but opening the wound that's still bleeding can't be good for me, can it? The details make me feel dirty, filthy, and most importantly, like a slut, just like Alejandro said. However, I thought Yasmeen should know. She knows everything that goes on in my life, but I apologize that I won't be able to relive everything in detail so she'll get short versions of events.