Thank you all for reading my book.

This is my first book here and i hope you all enjoy it.

'Quagmire' Is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and it is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

I will put in as much effort as I can into the book so as to entice you all, however, the book is strictly rated 18, as there will be scenes that may be inappropriate fir very young readers.

I will also ensure to update very often and complete the book as soon as possible, for the meanwhile i wish that you all support me by commenting, if you have any issues with any of the character, please understand that they are designed in such manner and majority of the characters will undergo character development

No criticism

No Copyright.

With all that being said, carry on!!

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PROLOGUE.

"Don't fucking touch me!" She yelled moving farther away from him

"you're so fucked up you know that right?" Her eyes were wet with tears as she approached him, putting all her anger in the long strides she made towards him

"you've put me through as much emotion as one can feel!" she exclaimed, hitting his chest with the much energy she could gather, her fists pounding on his biceps one after the other vigorously.

The man she stood before stared at her saying nothing, his eyes clouded with sadness, worry and regret.

Not pity, never pity.

"I hate you!" she screamed finally letting her tears drop and moving away gradually.

"No you don't" his voice was soft, calm, sweet yet it managed to infuriate her even more

"Yes I do, you can't tell me how to fucking feel!" she moved to him, pumelling mercilessly on his chest once more

And just like before the man stood still watching her closely until she broke down before him.

"No bellissima you cannot cry for me"

"I said don't touch me" she glared at him, but the man did otherwise.

He took the hands of the beautiful woman before him and pushed her to the corner of the room, her back in close proximity with the wall.

"let go of me" she spoke Softly trying to calm herself

"Let go of me!" she yelled this time, striving to fight her way out of his tight grip.

Her movement suddenly ceases when she felt his lips on hers forcefully

she stays still for a while processing the action, but gave in afterwards,

she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck as she did so.

This was her problem, no matter how hard she tried,

The man will always have control over her..

Always and she so greatly abhorred that.

Thank you all for reading my book.

This is my first book here and i hope you all enjoy it.

'Quagmire' Is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and it is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

I will put in as much effort as I can into the book so as to entice you all, however, the book is strictly rated 18, as there will be scenes that may be inappropriate fir very young readers.

I will also ensure to update very often and complete the book as soon as possible, for the meanwhile i wish that you all support me by commenting, please if you have any issues with any of the character, come for them and not me as they are designed in such way.

No criticism and insults, most importantly

No Copyright.

With all that being said, carry on!!

...........

PROLOGUE.

"Don't fucking touch me!" She yelled moving farther away from him

"you're so fucked up you know that right?" Her eyes were wet with tears as she approached him, putting all her anger in the long strides she made towards him

"you've put me through as much emotion as one can feel!" she exclaimed, hitting his chest with the much energy she could gather, her fists pounding on his biceps one after the other vigorously.

The man she stood before stared at her saying nothing, his eyes clouded with sadness, worry and regret.

Not pity, never pity.

"I hate you!" she screamed finally letting her tears drop and moving away gradually.

"No you don't" his voice was soft, calm, sweet yet it managed to infuriate her even more

"Yes I do, you can't tell me how to fucking feel!" she moved to him, pumelling mercilessly on his chest once more

And just like before the man stood still watching her closely until she broke down before him.

"No bellissima you cannot cry for me"

"I said don't touch me" she glared at him, but the man did otherwise.

He took the hands of the beautiful woman before him and pushed her to the corner of the room, her back in close proximity with the wall.

"let go of me" she spoke Softly trying to calm herself

"Let go of me!" she yelled this time, striving to fight her way out of his tight grip.

Her movement suddenly ceases when she felt his lips on hers forcefully

she stays still for a while processing the action, but gave in afterwards,

she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck as she did so.

This was her problem, no matter how hard she tried,

The man will always have control over her..

Always and she so greatly abhorred that.

"Can you two stop fighting" Rosa yelled at the twins.

"Funny of you to say that" Bella spoke, turning back to face the mirror, dressing her hair and filling it with artificial flowers.

To bella, it was weird to have Rosa around, she was married but her father still found some way to control her actions

"You're literally making a mess" Emilia yelled at her twin sister

"that's because you do not respect my privacy!"

" what privacy?!" They all turned to Elisa and giggled.

In all honesty, in the cassato household, there was no privacy, none at all.

Yes they had separate bedrooms, but were made to gather together in a large room every evening to Talk, Talk About Nothing

"oh my goodness!!" Eisa snapped "can you all stay away"

" I'm just saying" Bella came again "you know so well, there is no privacy here"

"You seem so pissed at that" the second child turned to Bella and mustered a fake smile

"who wouldn't be, you're not?" she eyed her immediate elder sister who deeply frowned at her.

Renata and Bella had never been fond of each other, right from birth, they always pissed themselves off.

Renata was engaged to the Last Son of the Rossi, Luca Rossi and Oh Lord! The man was horrendous, his facial features were something else and everyone, everyone including her parents found him to be very unattractive, but what could be done? she was already engaged to him since five. They all where, to different men.

Renata was beautiful, slender and tall expected to marry this fall.

When Rosa had gotten married,

Oh heavens! It was so glamorous, Bella ate and merried, her stomach full of wine, grapes and pork. She had so much fun, but she couldn't say the same for the bride.

It was obvious Rosa never loved Leonardo, he was too old for her and had very scattered teeth, to Bella he was just as an unattractive as Luca, but the others said otherwise, Her mind drifted back to the day they had that conversation

"no way, I find Leonardo more handsome" Emilia the elder twin-spoke glancing through her phone.

"Same" her twin complied "he's more buff and so dreamy"

"He's not so dreamy" Bella snapped "there is literally nothing so dreamy about Leonardo"

Rosa glared at her and she rolled her eyes,  if Rosa had not known better, she'd have thought she was jealous, but she knew Bella was far from jealous and didn't even care about all of that.

She just wanted to have her babies be you ugly or not.

Oh ugly men meant ugly babies, so she did mind.

A general overview of the family, they were a family of eight, six children and all females.

Rosa cassato. Rosa was the first child of the cassato family, she was beautiful and graceful and oh so modest.

She had long thick dark hair that flowed to her mid back and spoke so eloquently, the perfect figure with beautiful brown eyes

Rosa was well-respected amongst the many workers but not amongst her siblings, they had absolutely no privacy while growing so they were all in each other space, even at that the woman managed to maintain composure and smile every once in a while.

Bella had remembered the first time she had ever had an issue with her sister, it was quite bad

"you're just pained Rosa" she frowned "that you have to marry such a man"

"Belissima!" her mother scolded "mind your language"

But after that, she hardly fought with her, she understood what Rosa had gone through, being the first child of the cassato family and a female at that, only meant difficulties, people would always make mockery and term you as incapable and unfortunately Rosa wasn't among those who didn't mind being called names.

She really did mind but who cares, who cared about her feelings. The evening Rosa left home, they all Cried, bella inclusive, she really loved her, but loved Zeta more.

Zeta Casatto was the last child of the family and oh she was the cutest thing ever.

Her cheeks were always rosy and soft, she was properly dressed all the time and spoke so sweetly to everyone.

Although just three, she could go around with words very well.

Their mother adored her, but father not so much, still at that, they were sure Zeta could only feel love and positivity because she was hardly around her father but them all and she was showered with love exclusively from each one of them.

Zeta was so beautiful, very plump lips even at a very young age, extremely full hair just like her sister Rosa but not as long as that, she was still growing obviously, so one really couldn't say much.

Whenever they gathered in the hall by evenings, the child would remain by herself laughing at her very dry jokes, she was the kind of person who  found happiness and pleasure in every situation no matter how difficult it was and Bella envied that alone.

One would say their father was Cruel to the Little Child he expressed love, but not as much as was needed. The little girl needed to be reminded constantly not only with words of affirmation but actions as well and her father failed to do that.

Speaking on hate and love, to her father, Emilia was his all, his everything.

It was wierd to them all because Emilia had a twin and yet he still managed to pick one out of the both of them, not that Emilia was extremely pretty, well, she was really pretty but that didn't matter to them, they were all pretty in their various ways.

Bella remembered the time, the twins turned ten and her father, Dante had ordered  breakfast in bed for Emilia alone, they were all shocked, had he Forgotten the two came together.

Elisa cried and cried and oh heavens, her twin sister felt so terrible.

The rest of the girls tried not to be so horrible to  Emilia because it was her big day too and she didn't really ask to be treated that way but Bella believed that there was something else to Emilia than meets the eye, may be during her birth or before her birth but it was hard to think of it that way because she didn't come alone.

Still, even with all of this, Emilia was Bella's favourite.  The two were extremely close and spent most of the time together, not just because she was dante's favorite that Bella stayed around.

No, she had this beautiful sweet energy radiating from her that Belissima absolutely loved.

And Elisa was pissed at that, she hated the relationship between the two of them as it made her feel insecure and unloved, first her father now her twin.

well, she couldn't really say her father because he was that way to them all, apart from Emilia obviously, but the young girl just wanted to be loved excessively.

Emilia did  love her, she was just bad at expressing her love to her twin sister, but she made so many actions that one could easily tell that she loved the girl, just like their father did to their youngest sister Zeta.

There was no difference physically between the twins apart from their hair colour, eye colour and body statue. Perhaps, there was actually a lot difference between the two of them. Emilia, the older one and the more attractive one, she possesed long brunette hair and eyes very similar to Rosa's doe brown eyes, she was a bit plum and very attractive, her hips revealed in every dress she wore and *** bulged out as well.

Elisa was not built that way, she had hips but in some dresses she look like..

well, she didn't look as good as her sister in summary, she was just not that much attractive.

Her hair was black, very thick black and her eyes black as well. To Elisa she felt, she was basic, very basic but their sister, Renata thought otherwise.

Renata cassato was always the wierd one in  the family, Bella thought her to be rude and annoying but others didn't feel that way, renata was sweet, but not sweet to all, she was nice and loving to all of her sisters, but not Bella and she had her reasons.

Well, everyone had their reasons for the things they did, so that didn't matter.

Renata was beautiful, she had the same hair colour and eye colour as Rosa but they looked

very different, her eye shape was smaller, nose pointer and lips plumber, to Bella, Renata was more beautiful than Rosa but not even as close as gracious as her.

If Bella could be any of her siblings, she'd choose to be Zeta. The girl was very innocent and lovely and most times while zeta passed, she'd admire the child. she knew the girl would be a brave and strong woman when she grew, a very intelligent one as well because the way she spoke, it was so well.

Thankfully, Dante had not denied any of them of education. They all schooled but online and even if Bella had wished differently, she was still happy to be educated.

Bellissima Cassato. Oh, she was very beautiful and very different from any of her siblings. To begin, she possessed deep blue eyes and that had shocked each one of them even her father.

Before she was born. Her mother, Alice had to pass through the most pain she had ever gone through during child bearing.

But she looked so beautiful that her mother had laughed heartily when she held her child in her arms.

Right there and then Dante knew that the child would attract so many men and considered her a gem, he showered her with so much love as she grew, getting her gifts occasionally and pampering her with kisses every morning as she woke and every night before she slept.

Bellissima loved her Father so much when younger and loved her name as well. It was different from any of her siblings and was powerful to her.

Alice had told her that when she was born before the doctor had given her to him, he whispered "bellissima"so Softly and immediately their eyes caught sight of the child, they named her 'bellissima' meaning 'very beautiful', but as she grew, no one called her that anymore, she loved to refer to herself as 'Bellissima Cassato but others would call her Bella, Bella Cassato.

Only when her mother wished to scold her, did she call her by her full name but other times she referred to her as Bella, she didn't mind though, she knew she was very beautiful

And indeed, she was.

As the girl aged, she grew even more beautiful, her hair just the same length as Rosa's but very thick in the colour black, charcoal black which complimented her beautiful Ocean eyes.

However, she wished her lips were just like Renata's but that didn't really bother her that much, she was still very beautiful regardless, perhaps that was the cause of the dispute between Renata and her or Elisa and her.

Sometimes she felt for Elisa, to be overshadowed constantly by your twin was such a terrible thing, but Elisa acted like none of that bothered her and she showed no concern.

"girls lunch" Rosa walked in and they all kept whatever they had been doing away and walked down for lunch. It was mandatory that whenever they were called upon to eat they came at that instant or starved.

At first Bella thought they were just threats from her father not until he had starved Elisa and Renata when they had arrived late for dinner did she understand the man was serious.

"Good afternoon father" they said politely one after the other as they took their seats, he nodded at the greeting of each one of them and waited till they had all sat before praying

"Benedici questo pasto o signore"

(Bless this meal oh Lord)

"amen" they chorused and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of utensils hitting each other.

"Bella" her father called

"Yes father" she replied softly pausing her meal.

"We have an announcement " he glared at her and she just stared back anxious.

"You'd be wed this year"

"What?!" They all exclaimed turning to their father. Zeta remained quiet still focused on her meal

"what about me?!" Renata cried worry filling her voice "you can't just keep me here"

" your wedding has been postponed and we would not skip this year"

"But Father I just turned twenty!" Bella exclaimed

" why does that matter?" he eyed his daughter.

" mother" she turned to Alice "please"

" I'm so sorry honey, but your father is very right"

she looked at her mother, tears clouding her eyes.

Bella had no problem getting married, she had no issue with that at all, she knew that was a tradition in the house and had awaited her time, everyone knew she was to get married next year when she would turn twenty one, it was the same way for every one of her siblings.

Rosa had married four years ago at twenty one

Renata was to get married this year after she turned twenty one, so they saw it fit, but Bella had turned twenty, three months ago, how could hers be different??

"But father I have never spoken to Dominico,  not even once"

"and you will soon" he said, warning her to keep it shut and she did.

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Dominico Del Gato was the only child of the Del Gato family, a man so greatly loved and cherished. His father adored him, likewise his mother, a young man well respected amongst other families and considered a diamond being an only child to the very wealthy and successful Lorenzo Del Gato.

Lorenzo was so powerful and very attractive but faithful, very faithful to his wife, at least that was all that went around the town and the way Lorenzo treated his wife who wouldn't believe so.

He adored his wife, brought gifts to her occasionally, threw parties and sent her flowers. He respected the woman so much and only considered her opinion when making decisions.

One would think that the man was very worried that he had one heir.

Honestly, Lorenzo didn't mind, he had his nephews all fit, and truth be told if anything ever happened to the Beloved Dominico, Angelo was there, Giago after, carlo next, the man had his life sorted out already.

Angelo, Giago and Carlo were the three male children of his brother Armando.

Armando had never been opportuned like Lorenzo or Dante Cossato, Bella's father, none of these men were born into wealth, they made wealth, struggled and worked hard to put themselves in the high rank that they were today.

Unfortunately, Armando was different, people liked to think of him as lazy and dull, made mockery of his status and compared him constantly to his brother, but Armando didn't mind, he never thought of it as a competition, that was what they all believed from his actions but when the man had killed himself it had shocked them all.

Until today, no one knew the actual reason as to why the wretched man had committed suicide, they could only assume. some thought it was due to his status, in fact most believed it to be insecurity and envy, only few assumed that something else had been ongoing, no one really knew what had occured but even after that Lorenzo had not failed to give his brother a befitting burial and mourn him well.

The burial was grand as expected, a lot of people had attended, so much to feast upon, many didn't even care about the man who had died, they had come to make merry and wine with the one and only Lorenzo.

Angelo the first child of Armando did not mourn his father, not even once, rumour had it that the man had never smiled but that was obviously untrue, Angelo loved  his uncle very much, he respected Lorenzo and was so thankful for him, he laughed with him and when around him but asides that his face was always kept in a scowl.

He was handsome just like his father, very tall with thick curly black hair, his eyes Hazel in colour, an insanely attractive man, Lorenzo saw him fit to take over his position if anything happened to his son.

He was srict and intelligent, smart and trustworthy to him, a good leader to his siblings, his very handsome intelligent siblings.

When Armando had died, Giago and Carlo had cried and cried, Giago was only thirteen at that time and Carlo eleven, but five years later they had both grown and matured, they knew what had to be done and always kept themselves composed.

Giago looked way older than his age,  just like his elder brother Angelo. Angelo was only six years older than giago but looked way older, one wouls think he was in his late twentys or early thirties.

Carlo however looked exactly like his immediate older brother, when they were younger, people thought them to be twins as they looked exactly the same and possesed the same features as their mother.

Carlo was innocent, naive yet sweet and generous, he loved his family no matter what they had gone through,

In truth, they hadn't really been through much, even while their father had been alive, Lorenzo kept providing and caring for them and when the man had died, he brought them to his place alongside their mother and they all lived together, so they couldn't really say they had been through so much.

Dominico and Angelo were not best of friends, neither the worst of friends, they had no issue with each other, they just didn't talk much or at all, after all, there was nothing to speak about.

Angelo claimed to care for his cousin but dominico could feel the hatred he had for him and that was true, even if Angelo claimed to love his cousin brother, he didn't.

He envied him so much and hoped deeply that the worst would come upon Dominico.

He would walk past Dominico's room several times looking through the window to see what the man was up to, when he had heard that Dominico was bethroted to a very beautiful woman, he got even more pissed than he had been, although he had never seen Bella but off course, it was all over the town that the woman was beautiful and gracious.