LOGINChapter 147••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••Another name for this wedding? I'll spell it out— A F-U-C-K-I-N-G F-U-N-E-R-A-L.And somehow I'm invited, even though this is the last fucking place I want to be.The door opens and I don't turn to know who it is. Because I already do.Alessandro enters first, and everyone else follows.Marco leans lazily against the wall with a tablet tucked beneath his arm, looking far too relaxed for the tension in the room. Sergei takes the seat nearest to the window and Nicholas stays by the door, trying to look like this is just one of those normal days.No one speaks up at first. But Alessandro breaks the silence by asking the one question I expected he would. “So, is it true?”“I woke up beside her.”Alessandro rubs his face. “That's not exactly what I asked.”My jaw spasms so hard I expected my teeth on the floor, “I don't remember enough to tell you exactly what happened.”Alessandro’s expression stinks of indifference, like my answer is just me t
Chapter 146 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* The moment the last words leaves her lips is the exact moment when the audio starts playing through the speakers, so loud and clear. It's not just any audio. It's my… It's my moans. Dear Lord. My moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin… and everyone can hear it. Someone cries out in disbelief. Another sister covers her mouth. “Such great sin…” one says, looking at me now. Eyes, all eyes are on me. They are not looking away neither do they hide how shocked and disappointed they look. The sound gets even louder, echoing immensely. Then the words follow after— {Please, Luciano,” I hear myself beg through the speakers. Everyone hears it too.} {“Please, what?”} {“Please, fuck me”} Oh goodness gracious! Someone help me. Please stop this. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” another sister shouts, most of them making the sign of the cross including Mother Roselyn. {AGAIN!} My moaning increases, the desire for his touch unmistakable
Chapter 145 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* It's today. The day I have been preparing myself for, for a very long time. The reason I got into the convent in the first place. The induction I have spent nights running from, praying for— the day has finally come. It is the day I will finally take my vows into becoming a nun. We are all dressed in white, with transparent veils over our heads. Candles illuminates the cathedral, making it sparkle despite the dim light. As I sit and listen to the choir sing, I wonder if I'm really making the right decision. If this is what I want to do. But there's no time for second guesses because I'm already here. Mother Roselyn approaches us one by one, saying things I have no idea about. It is only when she gets to me that I understand what she was saying to the others. It's words of admonition. Trying to give us courage to stay steadfast. Deep down, I really need to be encouraged about all of this. When she reaches me, I see pride, trust
Chapter 144*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*If sneaking into the convent without getting caught needs to be awarded, I'm sure I'll be wearing a medal around my neck for sure.Only that this time around, Mother Roselyn sees me and accosts me immediately.“Where did you run off to? We knocked on the restroom door but didn't get a response. We almost broke the door before we realized there was no one in there.”I take a step back, my hand instinctively going to my stomach. When I notice how her eyes follow the movement, I drop my hands back. “Nowhere,” I answer, my eyes on the wall behind her.“What do you mean nowhere? I literally just said you weren't at the restroom,” she persists, giving me that judgy look.Tucking the strand of my hair back in place, I rephrase my earlier response, “What I mean is… I left before you must have come looking for me. I needed a breath of fresh air.” I hope she buys it.She studies me over the rims of her glasses. “I never know what to believe once it co
Chapter 143One Month and Two Weeks Later…*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*Life has been simple, normal lately. I have watched days turn to weeks, and weeks to a month, while maintaining a steady routine.Because having a stable routine is the only thing that helps me get rid of bad thoughts, that helps with the overthinking. It's what keeps me from crying during the day and avoiding unnecessary questions.At night?I can't help the tears, so I bury my head into my pillows and cry myself to sleep every single night— it's like a regular night routine. Which means routines actually work.There's morning prayers, kitchen duties, lessons with the children, evening hymns— a steady working routine.I cling to every single one of them, every ritual until it becomes a rope I can wrap around my heart and pull tight whenever past memories are threatening to spill free.Because that's what they'll ever be— past memories.I mean if I work hard enough and find my place back in the convent, perhap
Chapter 142 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• She doesn't look at me the way she always does. “No, Please, don't look at me like that, Angel.” She doesn't hear the voices in my head nor my thoughts. Instead, she's giving me a devastated stare, her eyes red with tears dropping from them. It physically breaks me. Standing and watching her cry in front of me is like letting a knife go through my chest without stopping it. The most difficult part is that I can't fucking do anything to stop it. I'm here, but without answers. When Gemma came here today to break the news about her pregnancy, I hadn't expected Elizabeth to be right outside. Now she knows what happened— she knows a version of a story I know nothing about. Water drips from the edge of her veil as she stands at the entrance of the cabin, breathing hard as though she ran miles to get here. I take one step towards her. She takes one back. Something twists in my chest, reminding me how it wasn't possible for me to feel s
Chapter 63 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• I'm feeling fucking homicidal right now. I don't think I have ever needed to kill someone as much as I want to now. She doesn't want to give me a name, hint or something close enough. She's hiding the identity of whoever did this to her like the person
Chapter 61 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* I'm convinced the Lord is punishing me for all my sins. There's no other explanation, none at all. And the gut wrenching part is that he's punishing everyone too for my mistakes. I associated with a man I shouldn't have, now the entire convent ha
Chapter 62*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*“Lord forgive him for he knows exactly what he's doing,” I whisper to myself, my eyes slowly closing, my body trying to adapt to the newly-found warmth emanating from his.“You're right Sister, I know exactly what I'm doing.” I froze the moment the words l
Chapter 64 Playlist- 🎼Khalid- Better🎼 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* “No, don't bring that with you,” Luciano insists for the second time. “You don't need it. We're going under the rain.” I clutch the umbrella tighter than normal, hoping he'll let me use it if I just stand here and refuse







