Chapter 79: Chapter Seventy Nine

*Gabriela*

A painful throb pounds through my head as I slowly begin to wake up. With my vision blurred I felt confused and incomprehensive of anything around me. First was the throbbing, then the massive nausea that hits me with a force. I gag but nothing comes out as I turn to my side on a very soft bed that I was sure wasn’t mine.

Then it all slowly comes back to me. Fear spears through my heart as I sit up and take everything in around me. I was in an elegant and massive bedroom I have never been in before. I was in a four poster bed made of dark mahogany wood with carvings shaped in leaves and vines. The padded bedding was cream and gold, way too fancy for my tastes with mounds of pillows in different shades of the same colors.

There was a massive fireplace on the other side of the room, that seemed to be an extension to create another room, decorated with candle sticks along with a large Victorian painting above it of some castle. A modern vanity set was on one side with a rectangle shaped light based mirror. There was a large flat screen television on the left side of the fireplace with a two seater plush cream color couch facing it.

A massive window was to my right with white sheer curtains making the sunlight brighter than it ought to be. And on my left was the door to leave this place. I go to leave the bed but then stop cold when I disturbingly realize that I was not in the same clothes I had been in before I passed out. Gathering the covers up to my chest my heart starts hammering away as the satin gown I was wearing was a little more revealing than I would have liked to wear.

Finding the closet I rush to it, the softness of the short lingerie rubbing against my skin like smooth silk. Ripping the door open my mouth gapes open at the size of the closet. It was nearly as large of the room itself and packed with clothes, shoes, purses, jewelry and other accessories that I would never have dreamed of wearing in this lifetime. There was a full length mirror taking the entirety of the backwall also bordered with a light fixture around it.

Shaking out of my awe of this room I quickly scan the clothes, but it was all so fancy and elegant to wear while trying to escape this place. Suddenly I hear a click of the door and grab a robe that I managed to find and slip it on in quick fashion. I barely leave the closet when it opens revealing the one person I never wanted to see again. Fear and uncertainty whelms deep inside of me as I clutch the robe close to me in a small protective gesture.

“Oh good. You’re finally awake. Pardon my rudeness my dear future wife but I couldn’t just leave you in those clothes.” Dario slowly walks in and shuts the door behind him only causing my fight instinct to raise higher.

“But I can’t say I was disappointed.” He gives a slow seductive smile as his eyes roams my body in a very suggestive way.

My skin crawls with disgust at his meaning. “How did you find me? How did you get in the house?” I demand, not wanting to waste any time on this conversation.

He shrugs calmly making his creamed colored suit jacket crinkle. What was up with all the cream color? His attire was a cream colored suit paired with a white shirt and expensive brown loafers with no socks. I never understood why men wore them with no socks. It looked so uncomfortable to walk in.

He walks towards a plush chair matching the couch that I didn’t bothering noticing that was near the fireplace. I flinch, backing away as he got close to me to get there, my eyes never leaving his person in case he tried to do something. He didn’t seemed bothered by my reaction as he causally sits like he belonged here. Which he does because this was more than likely his home we were in right now.

He waves around the room. “What do you think? This is to be your new room once we marry. Everything is already provided for you granted you had betrayed me and gave away what was rightfully mine so willingly to a dirty bastard that had no right in taking it. But I’ll compromise and let bygones be bygones.” He gives a rueful smile.

“I’m not marrying you, Dario.” I blurted, a bit of anger foreshadowing my fear at his words and calling Enzo a dirty bastard.

He huffs with a chuckle that didn’t sound humorous at all. Looking down at his pants he starts picking at imaginary lint that wasn’t there. Crossing his legs he stares right at me with a hard glint in his eyes that shook me to my core.

“Oh but you are, and you will. You don’t have a choice in the matter.” He slowly gets back up and starts walking towards me. Panic races through me and I don’t hesitate to dash for the door. But he must have been anticipating it as he was quicker to getting to me than I was to getting to the door.

He snatches my hair and pulls hard slamming my back against his front. I begin to struggle to get out of his grip, but it was useless as he throws me on the bed and slaps me hard across the face. Pain nearly blinds me causing me to falter in my attempt to fight back. Then he grabs my throat forcing me to look at him as he straddles my stomach. His face was etched in rage like a crazy madman as he seethes close to my face,

“That little freedom you had is gone. You’ll be my bitch now and I’ll fuck you in anyway I want whether you consent or not. I’ll rape you every single night if it comes down to it. You will bear my children every fucking year if I so desire it, you’ll never leave this house unless I command it. You will take everything I give you and you will submit to my every whim. You will act the perfect wife in front of others and act like the whore that you are behind these closed doors. You’re mine now Gabriela. I own you. Your life belongs to me. The very air you breathe belongs to me. And if you ever try to escape me I’ll make your life a living hell until the day you die.”

His words scare me more than anything for I knew he was telling the truth. My body shakes horribly as tears fall down my cheeks, the pain now a throb, the air from my lungs hard to breathe as his fingers close around my throat tightly. I stiffen tightly when he suddenly takes a hand and shoves it between my legs and roughly, painfully shoves a finger inside me.

“And this filthy cunt that has been spoiled will be filled with my seed on a daily basis, raw and battered, and will be so lose and open from my large cock constantly being in you. I’ll make sure no other man will ever want to be inside you once they see how fucked you’ve been by me.”

With that he takes it out and releases me as he stands back up. I could do nothing but lay there as he fixes his clothing and hair staring down at me with all the hate and disgust he held for me in that moment.

“Get dressed. We’re to have company. Tonight’s your first night to show society that you’re to be my wife.” He goes to leave the room when he suddenly stops and turns back around.

I flinch afraid he was going to attack me again, but he just smiles and says sweetly, “One more thing. About your question earlier. Ivy gave you away my dear. Told us right where to find you and shit head Domenico. It wasn’t hard after that. Creating a devise plan to get Enzo and that old man out to search for him.”

He then laughs at my reaction of shock. “Oh you think they figured that out all on their own? Oh no sweetheart. Your previous lover is falling right into my trap. Hm.” He taps his chin in thought. “I guess I’ll allow you to mourn for a day or two you know to give some kind of respect to the once legends.” He shrugs.

“W-What do mean?” I squeak out clutching the robe even tighter to my person.

“I mean by the end of the night your Loverboy will be good and dead.”

With that he smiles evilly as he walks out and slams the door, then a loud click hammers telling me it was locked. Suddenly my stomach churned again and this time when I raced to the trash can by the vanity I threw up more than I thought I held, and the sobs tore out of me uncontrollably.