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To be the misunderstood villainess

|Mafia boss×Mafia's son| Warning: extremely mature content. - Couple one: Despite her trying to sound cool, he could hear her slight pants. "What were you doing?" He asked, forgetting everything. That's how it was for them. They could be in the middle of the most serious issue yet the slightest change in their breathing would make the other curious. "If I say that I was, or more like, am fingering myself while thinking about you, would you come here and f*ck me?" She said while putting two fingers inside of herself. A moan left her lips and his d*ck hardened on the other side. "F*ck, Andrew, ah," she was moaning on purpose, to get a reaction out of him. She wanted to test him till he broke and later fulfilled her with his entire being. She knew that she wasn't supposed to want him and so did he but the heart wants what the heart wants. And forbidden fruits always taste better. - All of a sudden, he moved a little away and by not feeling the same sensation as before, she opened her eyes with an annoyed look. She was almost about to come. "Why did you stop -" she was cut off by her own moan. He did the most unthinkable thing. He slapped her pu*sy. She thought that it would hurt her but it had the exact opposite reaction. It ended up sending an electric shock through her body but one that was filled with pleasure. She was looking at him with pleading eyes. She didn't know what she wanted him to do but she wanted something from him and he understood even though she didn't vocalize her thoughts. He made a silent promise to fulfill all of her fantasies and with that, he slapped her again. And she moaned in pleasure again. Who knew that something that counts as a punishment could bring one so much pleasure? - Tangled by an interesting past, lust, and underworld matters. And most importantly heart. Both of them refused to fall for the other again but for how long? In this twisted game called lust, would they end up falling for each other? -- Couple two: "Stars are pretty," he said. She gave him a sad smile. "But people always say that you are going to lose the moon while counting the stars but the moon got scars and you can't stare at the sun for two minutes, you are bound to get blind by its light and how can you love someone you can't even look at?" "So we shouldn't love anything at all?" "If you are willing to take the risk then sure, you can." "Maybe I am or maybe I don't have any choice of my own. If you were given a chance, what would have you been?" "Dust probably," she said, not looking at him anymore. "Dust why? Don't they fly away?" "I wish to be like the dust so that I can fly away. Everything except the dust that flies is desired in one way or another, for example: A bird is caged in the name of love, just because someone wants to keep it. A flower that was torn away from its home and later toasted away in a place where the wind makes it blown, at least one person is going to like it enough to keep it with them till they don't like it anymore. Nobody can see dust, let alone desire it. Maybe being undesired isn't always the bad thing." -- "I trusted you but you broke my trust. You could have told me the truth." "You never seemed interested enough in my truth." "I wasn't? You never bothered asking me anything, you just assumed and ruined everything because that's all you can do. You don't deserve my trust." "I know," she muttered under her breath, fully knowing that he was too good for her to ruin him. -- "Don't do this to yourself just because you hate me. Don't ruin your life, I am begging you." "Because of you? Why would you think that you deserve any of my thoughts, my emotions? You don't even exist to me." And she was again feeling unworthy, a word that was never going to leave her side. -- In the midst of misunderstanding, complications, and hate, will they find love?

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In love with her broken pieces

She was afraid that if she focus on his gaze for too long then she was going to go back to her previous self. The girl she killed to be who she's today yet her soul was still inside of her body.

Her reflection in the water got a little blurry and she could hear the sound of water splashing.

She looked before her eyes and saw two beautiful white swans swimming in the pond.

They were looking dreamy as well. Everything about today was dreamy.

Andrew, who was standing still by then, decided to sit down on the grass beside Veronica.

The grass was soft under their palms. Veronica thought that grass was supposed to be super harsh but she was yet again proved wrong.

It was one of the moments where she didn't feel bad about getting proved wrong. She was rather ok with it and would open this conclusion with open arms.

Both of them felt like freezing at this moment and stay there for the rest of their lives.

It was one of the very few moments where even a highly suicidal person would want to start living again.

One of the very few moments where life feels worth living,

Worth giving yourself a second chance to yourself no matter how much you might have messed up in the past,

One of the very few moments where life feels too good to be true,

Where life feels like an absolute dream, too good to be true.

Veronica felt like she was living in a dream, a dream she never wanted to be awakened from.

But everything good shall end one day and their dream broke as well.

All of a sudden she remembered how he told her that they can't be together anymore because her marriage was fixed with someone else.

He accepted everything so easily that she was amazed. He didn't even say that he would try to win her parents' hearts and stop this marriage.

She told him everything while crying on the phone and he ended up cutting the call with a simple ok.

He didn't even ask with whom her marriage was fixed. His excuse was his father doesn't want to start a rivalry with another gang just because his son is in love with someone he wasn't supposed to be in love with.

She remembered the time she cried and cried and cried until there were no tears left. She told no to this marriage and went as far as to hold her parent's legs to stop this marriage but they didn't bother paying attention to her.

As good as his father was, he was a man of his word and his words were more important than his daughter's happiness to him. He told someone that he would marry off his daughter to him and after reaching home, he told everyone his decision.

Everyone was supposed to follow whatever he says without a single word. They were supposed to do whatever he wants them to do.

He didn't even bother asking her if she wants to get married or not. She wasn't asked what she wants. She was just told the decisions made for her.

But she fought enough. She fought so hard for a guy who didn't give her the slightest priority.

She was living in her happy bubble. She was daydreaming about their marriage. She was thinking about how she was going to take care of their kids.

She was really bad at cooking but she still tried to learn how to cook, only because he once said that he would love to have something cooked by her hands.

She used to be a lover girl, so naive and so in love with him. She was ready to change her entire self, only because of him.

All of these were making her more angry. She was feeling frustrated and at the same time, his closeness to her body was killing her.

After gathering everything together, she came to the conclusion that she was sexually frustrated. She wanted to have a release.

"Do you remember the deal we made? Do you remember why we came here in the first place?" She asked and he nodded his head, gulping down his own saliva.

"Just sit back and let me do everything. All you need to do is relax," she said while moving closer to his face.

He nodded his head as consent and without another warning or any hesitation, she joined her lips with his.

Memories of their past came one after another and hit them like a bus. They remembered their first kiss.

She was the one who made the first move. Both of them used to be shy back then but she was still a little bolder than him.

He couldn't gather the courage to touch her but with his permission, she ended up kissing him one day.

Their inexperienced lips were in a war that day. Neither of them had any idea of what they are doing.

They didn't know how to do what and it was almost an awkward kiss. But however it was, both of them enjoyed it.

They were over the moon when they found out that both of them were each other's first.

But their lips now were no less than professionals. Veronica's lips were the same as before but the difference was how they were moving.

The Veronica from before was shy and a little hesitant but this Veronica knows what she wants and she won't shy away from getting what she wants. She knows what to do, and which nerve to click to bring more pleasure.

Either way, he was in love with her. He was in love with the feeling that comes with her closeness. He feels like they are back to being the old them even if it's all a facade and none of this is real.

He manages to convince his heart that everything is still the same as before but no matter how much he wishes, nothing was going to be the same as before.