Chapter One

Note from Author: I apologized if the word fiancé is wrong or if any of my grammar is spelled wrong...please tell me on the words I have spelled wrong in the comments :)

Five Years Later (2019)

Adriana's POV:

"Eat the fúck up!" He brawled,

I flinched against the bed as I was startled by the roar, I turned my gaze to my left to see one of the guards hold a plate of food as he stood at the foot of my bed. I gulped getting rid of my parched throat as I searched his hands. I exhaled out of breath of relief when I saw a glass of water in his hand, ready for me to chug it down.

I closed my eyes as I realized that another day has come by and nothing yet happened that would change my life for better or worse. I felt as though my fate had been sealed years ago but I still had a little bit of hope that soon, I would be out of this misery. I've remained in this room that I've been kept in for 5 years and ever since that day, my freedom has been snatched away from me. This room was his and mine, and certainly I did not like the idea. I wasn't allowed to leave the room without his permission and I hated it, I wanted all of this to just end. I had a lot of thoughts to kill him in his sleep; just to wrap my hands around his neck and just squeeze until he is unable to move but I didn't have the courage to do so. I know that if I even attempted to do it, I would be taking a huge risk and placing my life at stake.

Whenever he did enter the room, I'd always be intimidated because of his demanding behavior that I loathed, I always try to hide it from him but I fail as I'm frightened to hell to even stand up to him because the second I do, I know I will be dead. A lot has happened in this room and I was never allowed to forget them, In fact I was forced to remember them because he would remember every second of the day what he would do to me. He would even threaten me and still would do anything to hurt me because he didn't care, not at all.

I quivered against the sheets when the guard dog walked around the bed to reach me. I was silent when he hovered over me with a plate still in his hand before he shoved the water in front of me. I took the glass with my shaking hands before I heard the plate of food just clatter on the wooden drawer next to the bed.

"I want everything eaten on this plate. If it's not, ya klyanus' bogom, ya ub'yu tebya sam!" He muttered with a very thick voice accent just clinging onto his voice, confusion ran past my face as I glanced up to him. I had no idea what he said but I knew for sure it was something very unpleasant because he's face was very…expressive. He growled under his breath before he rubbed his chin, I knew I thwarted him because I was very slow with my actions but to be honest, I really did not care what these men did to me, It didn't frighten me as much as it did when he would do something to me.

(ya klyanus' bogom, ya ub'yu tebya sam \= I swear to god I will kill you myself! \= Russian)

My body shivered as I reached out for the plate while the man held me under his scrutiny. Even through the slightest movements, my body hurts so much that I winch however I bit my tongue. I grabbed the plate from the bedside table and brought it to my lap. I looked at the food that was provided to me and instantly felt nauseous, the food was not really appetizing. On my plate there was a sandwich, yogurt and fruit. I went on to grab the sandwich however, I stopped in my tracks when the door swung open to reveal what I feared the most to this very day.

Antonio Luciano.

The repulsive man that is called to be my fiancé.

Antonio was first introduced to me as my fiancé by my ruthless father the year after I had lost Dante. That day was the day I lost myself because not only did Dante leave me, but torture entered my left when Antonio was introduced to me. I still remember the day he was introduced to me; I didn't have a choice. When I first met him, I was frightened because after what my father did to Dante, I knew I couldn't trust him at all. However, my first encounter with Antonio was not bad at all, in fact I thought he was an understanding man, but little did I know. The day I met Antonio was the day I learned that he was betrothed to me since I was thirteen without my consent and I was definitely oblivious to everything.

"In no time, Antonio shall be properly betrothed to my Adriana."

I still remember my father's hurtful words to this day and it shattered every single brain cell I had in my head because he repeated it to me every day, reminding me that I was his and only his. The words really killed me mentally and I was sick and tired of it.

Antonio was leaning on the door frame with an evil demeanor while his arms were folded against his chest. The look he gave me only indicated that he has evil intentions and I tensed when my heart dropped to my stomach that he was here again. I gulped as I examined his appearance and noticed that his white shirt was covered in fresh blood. My gaze moved to his hands and I realized he was holding a gun.

Realization filled my system when I closed my eyes and felt a tear just slid out my eye. Though it was in my natural instinct, I still knew what he had done and it shattered my heart a thousand times more. The fresh blood that was sprayed all over his clothes definitely belongs to an innocent person and I couldn't do anything about it, in fact I would have to watch this heartless monster kill someone. He would force me to watch him slit every throat, force himself on every victim that was a woman and watch shout abusive language to people that did nothing to him. However, today was different because I wasn't dragged down to his basement to watch him kill somebody today.

"What on earth is going on here?" He questioned with curiosity and it only made my body tense because he was here, a few feet away from me.

"I brought her food up for her." His men replied as he walked away from the bed, "But of course, I could always take her food back down so you can eat with her."

Antonio glared at the man who lowered his head while he stood in between us. Although this man was nothing but ruthless to me, I still did not want Antonio to do anything to him because I hated witnessing someone experiencing their own death. Whenever I did, it would leave me with PTSD for days.

He approached the man that stood in between and smacked his hand on his shoulder when he reached him.

"Voz'mi yeye yedu vniz, ya khochu, chtoby ona yela so mnoy." Antonio muttered to the guy before he gave him a firm nod. The man turned his gaze to me as he approached me then took the plate away from me. Once he did, he walked past Antonio and headed for the door as he left us and Antonio alone.

(Voz'mi yeye yedu vniz, ya khochu, chtoby ona yela so mnoy \= Take her food down, I want her to eat with me \= Russian)

Antonio's eyes softened when he returned his focus on me after the man left, he gave me a smile as he was trying to wipe the blood of his shirt because he knew I hated that. I blinked up at him before I looked away and trembled under his scrutiny, I had to remain calm in order to prevent him from taking any drastic measures in order to 'punish me', or so he says.

"How are you feeling detka?" He asked while he shut the door behind him, I looked up to him and gave him a weak smile.

(detka \= baby \= Russia)

"I'm fine.." I whispered, "It was just cold." I curled up against the headboard as I brought my knees close to my chest before my arms wrapped around them. I felt the bed in front of me just sink in and I flinched when he touched my head.

I was cold, so cold that I developed a fever yesterday. I needed to be cared for in an appropriate manner but Antonio wouldn't let anyone see me because I did not 'deserve it', whatever that meant. I shrugged my shoulders and curled away from him again, part of my legs were exposed to him so my hand reached down to my trousers as I pulled it down to cover the exposed part of my skin. I wore a plain white, long-sleeved top with a pair of cotton trousers.

I glanced up at him and caught him staring at me like I was his. I shivered inwardly as I looked away and just closed my eyes.

"Come and join me downstairs, food will be ready on the table." He said and I glanced at him again, his eyes just twinkled with anticipation. "Just you and me."

"I really don’t want to eat. I feel sick already and eating will only make it worse." I reasoned as I moved away from him again.

"What?"

My ears were burning hot when I stared at the small space between my feet, that tone of voice frightened me.

My stomach dropped when I thought about the things he does just to release his anger. His whole demeanor changed rapidly in just a matter of a few seconds and I knew what he was going to do next.

I raised my head from my crouching position and looked at Antonio to see that he did not seem happy at all. His face dropped in disbelief at my refusal that he began to clench his teeth and tighten his grip around the gun he was holding from earlier. I was clearly able to tell because his knuckles turned white.

"What did you say?" He bellowed and it intimidated me, my stomach hurt from the bundle of nerves that gathered. I was genuinely fearing my life because when Antonio is angry, I knew I would be dead at the end of the day. When I didn't answer him, Antonio began to load his gun. Once he did, He cocked the gun and unexpectedly shoved it down my crotch. I gasped and snapped my leg closed to keep my legs wide open. I squirmed when my gaze travelled between my legs, I was frightened for my life when I felt my heart just hammering violently against my chest and it began to hurt. "I said, what did you say Adriana?" he repeated himself but this time, the tone of his voice lowered more as his gaze turned into a glare.

"I-I don’t wa-want to eat, Antonio." I stuttered when I began to move against the gun. The tip of his gun rubbed my opening very harshly through the fabric of my clothes and it hurts so much that I cried out of pain. My lips broke out a cry as I watched him look at me while I have an expression with a desperate look of plead to just let me go. My eyes swelled up from the excruciating pain between my legs but all he did was press harder and glared at me.

Antonio kept his firm grip on that gun as he scooted closer to me, his face was inches away from mine as his eyes bounced between mine with a glare stirring with passion of hate. His other hand travelled to my face to caress it but all I did was whimper as bread of sweat rolled down my head. I inhaled as I focused on the pain, but it was a natural instinct to do which I deeply regret.

Antonio shoved away from me very harshly when finally, his gun was away from me. I closed my legs and whimpered in pain as I curled away from him again, however he did not stop there. I heard him chuckle when he scooted himself closer to me again. His hands travelled to my face again before the other one grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head down so I could face him.

"What was that Adriana?" He growled as he caressed my face with the tip of his gun, "What did I tell you about refusal? Did I not teach you well or did you not listen at all?"

My lips quivered as I looked at him with a terrified expression, my stomach swivels as I gulp down the growing fear. Even if I wanted to, I could never stand up to him.

"I-I'm sorry." I whispered as I closed my eyes, "Antonio…please…please let go…of me." I whimpered. Though I always manage to keep my tears at bay whenever Antonio abused me like this, today my tears somehow manage to escape from my eyes because like I said before, I couldn't take it anymore. My skin crawled every time he touched me and my body ached every time he used it, he made me feel like I was worth nothing.

"That doesn't answer my question," He whispered when he moved closer to my face and rubbed the tipped of his nose to my cheek. He then reached the crook of my neck with his face and inhaled my smell. "Which clearly indicates that you do not listen to a word I fúcking say." He suddenly grasped onto my neck and growled, my hand traveled to his hand and clawed it as I tried to fight him off me but to no avail. I gasped when his grip grew tight by the second and I began to choke. "And you know that everything comes with a price. You better start listening detka, or I'll fúck you to your death." He spat before he let go then pushed me down on the bed.

(detka \= baby \= Russia)

"Antonio, p-please…d-don't do anything." I pleaded as I held his hand and tried to push myself up but he only gripped my shoulders again and slammed me into the mattress. He brought his knee to my stomach and pressed it until I was unable to get up, All I did was groan in agony. I began to sob at this point because this was the worst Antonio has ever done before he went onto actually ruin me. Antonio didn't care, he just wanted everything his way which is why my hopes were all completely crushed when I saw the rage just running past his eyes.

"detka, why did you provoke me then? Why don't you just open your goddamn ears and just listen to me! You only did this to yourself; if you don't listen, I have something to do about it." He responded as he wiped a tear away from my face, but I flinched away from his touch. "Why do you do this to me, lyubit? You know how much I hate it when you cry like this." He whispered while he began to lift my shirt up and place revolting kisses on my neck, onto my chest and then my stomach.

(detka \= baby \= Russia)

(lyubit \= love/loves \= Russia)

I sobbed as I stared at the ceiling, slowly feeling myself crippling away. This was a constant reminder of what I was worth; Antonio's *****. Antonio's bitch. Antonio's wife. I don't want this at all, as much as I would protect, kick, fight…Antonio will be deaf to them. He would go on to ruin me, use me until I was unable to give him what he wanted.

"Antonio please…" I whispered as he went lower and lower. My heart dropped to my stomach when he reached my trousers and finally, he pulled them down. "I'll come downstairs with you to eat, please let me go." I closed my eyes again as panic flooded me while I pleaded with him, all my tears had fallen out and my chest hurt from crying. My throat closed up when he carried on with the abuse, I couldn't do this anymore.

I couldn't do this anymore.

As I was pleading with him, he did not hear a single thing so I began to fight back. I moved leg up and began to kick him off but before I could get out of his hold, both his hands gripped my legs as he reached for my face. He then straddled my hips before his hands curled around my neck, however he did not apply pressure to it. My shoulders curled up when I watched him in horror, my stomach dropped when rage filled his face once more.

"If you ever disrespect me again like that, I will destroy you." He leaned closer and growled, "I'm going to **** you and you're going to like this like a good sooka. Now shut the **** up and give yourself to me instead of fighting like a damn child!"

(Sooka \= bitxh \= Russia)

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I sat in the bath as I scrubbed my body until it burned, I had to wipe every trace of him on my skin and I was willing to go to any lengths to do so. In fact, I was ready to go to any extent to leave this place, leaving Antonio which shouldn't be the case now because I really shouldn't have listened to my father years ago in the first place. My heart thudded against my chest when my hands stopped their rapid actions because I saw blood just spreading everywhere. I stared at my burned skin and shivered as I remember the day when Antonio was introduced to me.

Dad manipulated me and I was an absolute fool to fall for it again. The news of Dante's death really knocked me to the ground to the point where he even began to control every single day of my life. Exactly after a year of Dante left. I met Antonio and I really thought it was meant to be because he was just so sweet until the day he forced himself on me. That day, I was sprawled onto the bed in disbelief as he walked away after victory, he raped me. I couldn't believe it; Antonio was so sweet to me. He consoled me whenever I cried about Dante, he understood how I felt about Dante's death and even told me that he would wait.

With this side of him, I really did begin to fall for Antonio until I learned his true colors.

My body tensed up as I felt myself shiver with the cold air just allowing itself in. I looked down at my body and noticed all this bruise that emerged from all the pressure Antonio would apply when he touched me. I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my back on my shoulder as I clenched my jaw and remembered Dante; his smile, his laugh and his love.

I missed it deeply.

Just remembering it made me break into a silent cry. I shivered as I clutched onto my body and felt myself just lose everything as days went by.

Every time I remind myself that I haven't seen Dante since the day I left his lifeless body on the floor, my chest became really tight. My heart shattered as realization always settled upon me that I will never speak to him again. I couldn't even create a place for him to lay in and rest so I could visit him every single day to tell him how much I miss him. Heck, I couldn't even let him go properly and it kills me every single time because the last encounter I had with him was at lunch that day. That day, I told him that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him while he told me he wanted to kiss me until we felt nothing. It had been 5 years and to say that I miss him deeply was an understatement. My life is so incomplete without him, I feel broken.

One thing I will have to accept is that Antonio is my fiancé and will always remain as my fiancé. I remember the very day my father delivered the news that this man is my fiancé, he told me I was going to be marrying the man of my dreams but when I saw him, I saw that I was marrying a monster. I was marrying a rapist and I would have to deal with him for the rest of my life, not my father. I felt as if ever since that day, my life was in control by Antonio. He would always decide for me on what to do, in other words he would demand me things that would please him.

My father was oblivious to everything, in fact he was blinded by Antonio's power in the Mafia world because I knew deep down that my father was a shitty Mafia leader and he needed a lot of help. In his eyes, Antonio was everything, the perfect son-in-law, the next leader of being the Mafia leader after my dad and most of all, a perfect fiancé for me which I beg to differ.

I continued to clean my body as my thoughts drifted somewhere else and after exactly 10 minutes, I left the bathroom. My heart dropped as I staggered into the room with another presence. I looked at him and gulped while he gave me a warm smile.

"Good evening sweetheart. How are you?" He asked as he approached me before he curled around me and embraced me.

Vita Destefano.

The man who is meant to love me, care for me, and go to any extent to just keep me happy and safe was just standing there, who claims to be my father but doesn't really act like one. The most he would do is take me out for strolls outside the estate which was barely enough for me.

Vita Destefano is the most 'dangerous' American Mob, as he claims but I do not believe a single word he says. He is an American Mafia but doesn't really have the power to maintain the Mafia he brags about here and then. Destefano is a name I always hear on the news or anywhere else because that was his Mafia name but to be honest, I hated it. I was sick of hearing my father's name.

"Sweetie, I thought I told you this before? You are gifted with a beautiful voice, so use it." Destefano said as he rubbed his hand on my arm while he embraced me. My skin burned under the fabric of my shirt and I flinched against his chest.

I felt my eyes swell up against his chest because I had lost everything because of this man. I hate to admit it but although he is my father, I hated him so much. I couldn't even call him my father anymore because he certainly didn't deserve that title.

"I-I'm sorry Des…dad. I'm fine." I gulped before I pulled away from him and looked away.

"Adriana," Destefano called out with a stern voice that nearly made me jump. I glanced at him as I gulped again, "Your mother has something to say to you therefore, she is waiting for you in her room. Please visit her." He continues,

"Sit down, Tesoro." My mother said softly with a smile on her face, she patted the seat that was next to her as she was on the chair next to me, opposite Destefano. Destefano watched me with eagerness as he switched his gaze between me and mom, like he was waiting very impatiently for something to happen.

(Tesoro \= darling/Honey/Sweetheart \= Italian)

"Sweetheart, would you please tell her. I don't have all day Valentina." Destefano said in a curt manner, however a smile was painted on his lip.

"Have patience Vito." Mom replied to Destefano with a gentle tone of voice, unlike his. I watched the two of them while they were looking at each other; Destefano seemed like he was going to kill mom while my mom watched him with sadness and hesitation. On a normal day, he would not take my mother's words into consideration. He would also treat her like crap but today, it was different.

"Dolcezza," Mom started off as she cupped my cheeks in her soft hand. I gaze deep down in her eyes as I search for something. Her brows furrowed a little as a small frown ran past her lips. Her eyes began to water with tears as she caressed her thumb on my cheek. Right there and then, I knew that whatever she was going to tell me wasn't her choice. She was foreshadowing something and here I was trying to mentally prepare myself because I felt as though it would be something that stabbed me directly in the heart. "Since it’s been years, your father thinks that it's best to move a step…t-take things forward." She continued as she nodded her head at me,

(Dolcezza \= Sweetie/Sweetness \= Italian)

"W-what…do you mean?" I asked as I watched my mom's face before my gaze shifted onto Destefano's who just stared at me with a black expression. I returned my gaze back to mom who began to shake.

"Your wedding with Antonio will be next month." Mom revealed and as soon as it did, I could see the physical impact it had on her. She exhaled out a very shaky breath and closed her eyes shut before a tear slid out of her eyes. Her breath shook as it felt like she was going to burst out any minute now but I remained silent as I stared at my mom with wide eyes.

My chest tightened as I realized that the day has finally come. Though I knew this day would come, the news still seemed like a bomb-shell to me because I was not ready at all. I was going to get married to a vile man next month and there was nothing I could do about it.

"D-dad…" I called out with a shaky voice as I pulled out my reverie, "D-dad…I…you can’t do that." I faltered as I bounced my gaze between mom and Destefano, "Dad please don't do this. Mom?" I pin my gaze on her for answers and finally break down. Mom's hand was trembling as they held my hands very tightly, she watched me in sorrow before she shook her head in defeat.

"I can and I will do it Adriana." Destefano interrupted us with that same firm voice. I turned my gaze back at Destefano to see him glaring at me, "I've repeated myself many times over the years but you still seem to fall victim to such gullibility. If you remember Adriana that you have no choice. You'll be marrying him next month and that's final."

"Dad I beg you, please don't make it happen." I pleaded with a defeated voice as I went down on my knees and begged as if I was begging for my life to be spared. I looked up at him and just sobbed but all he did was pick me up from the floor and pressed my arm with his hand harshly.

"You are going to marry Antonio next month dearie and it's final." Destefano said, "Don't make this harder than it already is, accept this alliance because there is no way out of it."

I shook my head and continued to sob, at this point I was shaking and Destefano saw this as an opportunity to just manipulate me like he always did.

"Dad..I will never accept this alliance or whatever you call this." I said, "He will never be the person to love me like how'd I want, he is a monster and you know that!"

"Jesus Fucking Christ Adriana! It's been five years! Five fucking years! When are you going to ever learn that Dante is dead?!" Destefano stressed out as he scratched his temples, "You ought to move or things will be bad for you!"

Isn't it bad already?

My heart shattered into a million pieces as Destefano mended me again, but the only reason I felt more pain was because I saw no way out of this marriage. I was going to marry Antonio and there was no way to stop it.

Not even Dante because he was no longer here.

And that crushed my heart even more.

...!TO BE CONTINUED!...

Note: To be honest.. I didn't want to translate the non-english words but then I thought you'd probably just translate it from google or something but I wanted you to enjoy this Novel so Be glad I'm feeling nice :)

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