Episode 5

"You're hurting me, you asshole." I said, trying to free myself from his grip.

"Is it hurting? Well, you should know that it's meant to hurt, you spoiled brat." he said, pushing me against the floor.

"Are you crazy?" I asked. "Son of a bitch, you bastard!" I screamed. "I hate you, you bastard." I added, until I felt a slap sting my cheek.

"I've already told you to keep your voice down for me, if you have any love for your life." he said, grabbing me by the neck and lifting me off the ground. "And don't you ever, ever say my mother's name like that again, or I'll rip your tongue out and have an exhibition made of it. I'll put it up in the living room so everyone can see that people with big tongues end up without them." she threatened, releasing me.

I ran my hands over the site of the slap, which stung like hell, burning as if it were on fire.

Montanari straightened his jacket and looked at me again:

"I hope you understand." I said coldly.

"Yes." I said begrudgingly, tears stinging my eyes.

He pulled me to him and squeezed my ass, running his damn tongue down my neck, and then kissed me, pressing his lips lightly to mine.

I felt disgusted, disgusted with that bastard.

"Now, let's go inside, and I want you to behave, my beauty, or I'll wring your neck like a chicken." He smiled that macabre smile that made my hair stand on end.

I followed him into the damn party, attracting the attention of everyone there, including my brother, who was staring at me. If my mother had been there, I would have begged her to take me home, but she wasn't. I simply ignored the stares and put on a fake smile. I simply ignored the stares and put a fake smile on my face, pretending that everything was fine. After all, no one there could help me, because they were afraid of "Ethan Montanari".

...🍒*A month later* .....🍒...

How quickly time has passed. Tomorrow is my 18th birthday, and if it were any other time, I'd be happily celebrating with my friends in a local bar, or perhaps in a nightclub with lots of drinks. But no. I'm here, slogging away at an exhausting wedding and spending nights unable to sleep.

Montanari has kept me under surveillance, and I've been locked in my room all the time, only seeing daylight through the large glass window. Not a day goes by when I don't think about that wedding, the slap I got in the face and the evil tongue running down my neck. It's all become a nightmare for me. In the early hours of the morning, I wake up and don't sleep anymore, because I can't. I'm already full of dark circles under my eyes. I already have dark circles under my eyes.

I fiddled with my cell phone for a while and sent a message to my mother, asking how she was. Later, I fell asleep, which was a great miracle.

I woke up at 6 a.m. to the damn rotten fruit that the devil had planted in the ground knocking on the door, making me jump up.

"Good morning, my beautiful and adored wife." I said with that evil smile on my lips.

"Good morning? Only if it's for you." I rolled my eyes.

"It's a beautiful day, darling. Today is your birthday, and I want you to get ready and look nice so we can have a nice breakfast in the garden. No delays, please." I said, leaving the room.

"Cretin." I said quietly, because if he heard, he might pull out my teeth and make a painting for his exhibition.

I walked to the shower room, took a shower and brushed my teeth. I walked to the closet and picked out a comfortable blue dress with dropped sleeves.

As soon as I was ready, I walked out into the garden area. A huge table was set up, filled with various fruits, juices, breads, toast and other delicious things to eat.

I came over and sat down straight away. Montanari looked at me and put the newspaper he was reading aside.

"When you sit down at the table, sit with class, my beloved, and first of all, excuse yourself." he corrected me.

So he's angry at people who don't sit up straight? I'm going to do something, because I've got a great idea.

"Yes, beloved husband." I said dismissively. He looked at me and then started sipping his juice, prepared by the housekeeper, who was also standing next to him.

I purposefully picked up a piece of cake with my hands, brought it to my mouth, devouring it all and getting messy. My mouth was all sticky with chocolate.

"That's enough," Montanari said furiously, throwing the napkin on the table in anger.

"Goodbye, Elisa, rest in peace," I whispered more to myself than for him to hear.

The man walked around the table, grabbed my arms, and pulled me out, dragging me to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed, took off his belt, and hit me twice, enough to leave my butt marked by his expensive belt.

I glared at him with all the hatred I felt, but I didn't dare say a word to make things worse. I know I was behaving like a spoiled child, but he didn't have to get angry about it or hit me. My father never laid a finger on me, who does he think he is?

Montanari left the room, leaving me alone. I ended up falling asleep again, feeling bored and with a sore butt.

Until someone entered the room. I opened my eyes and saw a feminine figure standing in front of me.

"Mrs. Montanari, here is a dress for you to wear tonight," she said, placing the box on the bed.

"Why is this? Who sent it?"

"Mr. Montanari asked me to deliver it to you, don't ask me." she said. "Excuse me." she left.

I opened the box and there was a beautiful dress, accompanied by a pair of black heels. Beside it, there was a card. I opened and read it.

Montanari was wishing me happy birthday again. Furthermore, this time, he wanted to send me a gift, which was the dress and the sandal. And he invited me to a surprise party to celebrate my birthday, and I wasn't so excited to go. But, I must obey him, or the consequences will be severe.

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