Mag-log inCHIARA (Age 21)
I slowly opened my eyes, my mind foggy and my body buzzing. I was out of breath, my chest heaving with ragged gasps. The sheets beneath me were tangled around my legs and my night gown had somehow slipped up my body. I felt...different... like i had been feeling every morning for weeks, My skin was sensitive, my nipples strained against my night gown, and the ache between my thighs was a palpable, pulsing thing. As I sat up, my gaze drifted down my body, and I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. Did i have the same dream again ? The images were hazy, but the emotions lingered - desire, pleasure, and a deep, unfulfilled longing. For the past few weeks, I've been dreaming of a huge man with eyes as black as night making me feel.... things. His face has always been blurry but what he makes me feel are so clear and long lasting that my body is hyper all day. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent storm of my emotions, I am a 21 year old, why should I be having wet dreams like a hormonal teenager? It would have been a little bit better if the character in my dreams was my boyfriend Stefan, but no, it's a stranger.... someone I've never met... WTF is wrong with me. I swing my legs off the bed determined to forget my dreams like i always try to every day. I remember the sketch waiting in my office for me to work on and smiled, today will be good. I go until my walk in closet and picked an outfit, Blue pant trousers and a white chiffon blouse with a low neck line, white heels and my blue hand bag. I graduated from fashion school at 20 and I immediately sought to start my own business. I officially launched ChiRosa Atelier earlier this year after taking my time to sort out the necessary things. It wasn't easy really and Papa offered to help severally but i am now a big girl, i shouldn't depend on him too much.... though, he still kinda did a lot. Papa always gave me excess allowance in school and I always saved up majority of it, and the savings helped me set up my brand. Being the daughter of a rich business mogul and USA's most successful business woman, my parent's popularity boosted my brand and now, i have a name of my own. My life is perfect. I rushed downstairs because i decided to dose off in the tub and now I'm late, even the boss shouldn't get to work late. "Morning Mama, morning Papa.... you guys are at it again?", Mama and Papa were on the long couch and she had her head in the laps of Papa who was leaning down and kissing every inch of her face....and they were giggling like teenagers. "Morning daughter, go meet your boyfriend and leave us alone", Mama replies me amidst giggles "Yes princess, go away and give us some...privacy", Papa winks at her and she playfully hits his shoulder. I turn away from them and grab a toast from the dining, stuffing it in my mouth and taking a mouthful of warm milk. Mama knows when i always leave, so she prepares some food before then and I've never been more grateful for that. "Alright, I'm leaving you lovebirds to do.... your thing, have fun!", i lean down to peck them both and hurry out of the house not waiting for their response. I don't know how i haven't gotten arrested for driving way past the speed limit everyday, guess it's luck. I just hope I don't get into an accident and destroy my car, it's a Rolls Royce my parents gifted me for my 21st birthday and it's my baby. I drive into the parking lot and take the elevator that leads directly to my floor, only few people have access to the elevator asides me. I spent a lot of money in making my company look this perfect, there's glass everywhere, different mannequins with clothes that had prices that could buy a jet, i did a good job. "Good morning ma'am, here's your schedule for today", Lyda my secretary greets and passes me her iPad. I don't have much today, i just need to get a new design out today and ....i have lunch with Stefan, my boyfriend. We met a year ago when i attended one of my father's meetings and we clicked. He is the best, sweet, romantic and manly... like i said before, my life is perfect. "Here she is, the beautiful woman with my heart", Stefan says with a charming smile as he kisses me and i blush. I finished up from work early for our lunch date, and of course he brought me to one of the most expensive restaurants in USA and i have a clear view of the city. "And you're the handsome man with my heart", he pulls out a chair and i take my seat then muttering a thank you. The waiter brings in two servings of cheesecakes with truffle honey and i couldn't keep the smile off my face. Stefan knows i love having something sweet first and he's doing this for me again. "Ohh, i love you Stefan!", he smiles and looks away. Stefan is very handsome, he has curly brown hair that he sometimes tames with gel and a lean but healthy physique....every woman's dream. I stop thinking and just dig into my food. I looked up to find Stefan watching me, " what's wrong? Is something on my face?" He shakes his head," No, i just can't believe how lucky i am to have you," i smile at that but he continues, " I always want to be with you and I want your face to be the what i wake up to everyday, i want to have beautiful kids that look like us and i want to love you until my last breath.....Chiara LaRosa, will you marry me?", my lips part in surprise....this is not expected, he placed a box on the table before me to reveal a gold ring....it looks very expensive and i love that he got something so beautiful for me. "Yes, Stefan Miller, I will marry you....i love you ", we both get up as he slips the ring on my finger and hugs me tight. Everyone in the restaurant stands up and starts clapping and i try turn red. Suddenly, I feel a cold shiver run down my spine and the hairs at my nape stand on their ends, someone is watching me. I turn back, but there's no one....did i imagine that? Probably, everyone has their eyes on me right now "Thank you for saying Yes Chiara, i promise to never hurt you ", Stefan has so much emotion in his eyes,i get teary "I know you will Stef", i cancelled my plans today and staying with Stefan all day. It's a little late now but we went to his home... I won't be going home tonight. Right now, we're in the center of his living room, swaying slowly to a song, he leans down and kisses me and i kiss him back, wrapping my hands around his neck and pulling him closer. Suddenly he stops moving...stops doing anything and i lean back to question him but his eyes are closed.... Did he sleep off? I let him go and he collapses to the floor, that's when i see it ...a needle sticking out of his neck... What the hell? "Stefan! Are you okay? Stefan?!" "He will be fine", that buttery, sexy as sin voice that sounds familiar...yet unfamiliar says, i look up quickly but i feel a sharp pain in my neck and my vision blurs, i only make out a man's physique and eyes....eyes so dark they could rival the darkness that was pulling me under....i lost my strength and collapsed on Stefan's motionless body.Massimo’s POVThe night was quiet... the kind of silence that carried weight, that felt almost reverent. The sky above the abandoned parking lot was an expanse of bruised black, dotted with indifferent stars. The distant hum of the city was a faint reminder that life continued somewhere else — far from this isolated corner of the world where I stood, watching two men struggle against the ropes that bound them to metal chairs.The place reeked of gasoline, damp concrete, and fear.One of my men slammed the butt of his gun against a crate, breaking the stillness. I didn’t flinch. My eyes were fixed on the two intruders... Michael LaRosa’s men. I recognized the way they tried to mask their fear with arrogance, the faint trace of defiance in their trembling jaws. It almost amused me.Almost.Michael had been getting desperate.First, he’d gone to the embassyz a pathetic move for a man who once ruled the streets of Combia with blood and intimidation. I made sure his calls never reached the
Isabella The morning drifted by in a haze of quiet warmth after my breakdown. My face still felt tender from crying, but Lily’s smile made it impossible to linger in sadness. She moved around the kitchen like a soft melody, stirring, seasoning, humming something under her breath. I found myself caught in her rhythm, slicing, tasting, stirring, as if we’d been doing this for years.The air smelled of fresh basil and simmering tomatoes; the sauce bubbled softly on the stove, filling every corner of the kitchen with a scent that made my stomach ache in the best way. Lily had called it Melanzane Parmigiana — a Sicilian dish with eggplants, tomatoes, and ricotta. I’d never made it before, and she said with pride, “It’s my mother’s recipe.”When we finally dished it out and sat at the dining table, I couldn’t help it... the moment the first bite hit my tongue, I groaned dramatically, dropping my fork like I’d just tasted heaven.“Oh my God, Lily… this is...this is unreal,” I said, wide eye
CHIARAIt had been a week since the amusement park, and the world around me has begun to take on a strange, gentle rhythm. A rhythm that didn’t belong to the girl I used to be, yet somehow fit perfectly now.Massimo had made good on his word, he’d given me days that felt like dreams. We drove along the winding coastlines of Naples, where the blue of the sea melted into the horizon like spilled ink. The wind had tangled my hair, and the salt in the air kissed my lips. Everywhere I looked, there was color, vibrant buildings clinging to cliffs, laughter drifting from open cafés, children chasing pigeons across cobblestone squares.It was beautiful. All of it.And every time I turned to look at him, his hand on the steering wheel, his sunglasses reflecting the endless blue, I felt something pull at me from deep within my chest.He would glance at me occasionally, that quiet smile curving his lips. A smile that said you’re mine without a word spoken.We’d shared dinners that stretched into
CHIARABy the time we left the amusement park, the sun was slipping low on the horizon, painting the sky in bands of honey and rose. My heart was still racing from laughter and adrenaline, but it was the kind of exhaustion that felt earned, the kind that comes after joy, not fear.Massimo opened the car door for me, that quiet habit of his never fading. I slid in, still holding onto the faint sweetness of cotton candy on my tongue. He started the engine, the low hum of it vibrating through me. Music played softly, some Italian song I didn’t recognize but somehow fit the moment perfectly...gentle, nostalgic, like a memory trying to form.As we drove, the cool evening breeze drifted through the half-open windows. Then, without warning, he pressed a button and the sunroof began to slide open.“Go on,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. “You look like you need it.”I blinked at him, confused for half a second before realizing what he meant. And then, laughing, I pushed myself up throug
ChiaraThe city melted away behind us as Massimo drove, the world outside blurring into streaks of gold and color. I sat there, quietly giddy, watching sunlight flicker against his profile, the sharp line of his jaw, the way his fingers gripped the wheel, confident and sure.He didn’t let the driver take us. He could have. But he didn’t.And I knew why. I think I do.He wanted this to be ours, just us, with no interruptions, no shadows lurking at our backs.When the tall gates of the amusement park came into view, my breath caught in my throat. The sound hit me first, laughter, loud and carefree, blending with music and the hiss of rides spinning in the distance. Then came the smells — buttered popcorn, sugar, smoke, cotton candy. The air itself felt alive.“Massimo, look!” I couldn’t help it. I was practically pressed against the window, eyes wide like a child’s.He gave a soft chuckle that made something warm bloom in my chest. “You’d think you’ve never been to one before.”“Not lik
CHIARAI couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this… excited.Not nervous. Not scared. Excited. Real excitement.The black jeans fit perfectly, hugging my legs in a way that made me feel grounded, and the forest green blouse brought out the green color in my eyes. I didn’t know if it was the outfit or the idea of stepping out into the world again, but I felt more like myself than I had in months.Maybe that was the problem.Because this wasn’t supposed to feel normal.And yet, as I brushed the last bit of powder onto my face, I couldn’t stop the small smile forming on my lips.The vanity table looked like something out of a dream. My dream. All my favorite brands and products were neatly arranged, just like I used to keep them at home, foundation, concealer, the gloss I swore by, the perfume I used every day before everything went wrong. Massimo had stocked them all. He remembered everything.The realization made my chest tighten.How did he remember all this? How could he possibly
CHIARAThe silence after his name left my lips felt like a physical thing, thick, suffocating and heavy with something I didn’t understand.Inspector Bellini and Commander Moretti just stared at me, their faces drained of color, their bodies stiff, as if I’d uttered something that wasn’t meant to b
Isabella I didn’t sleep. Not at first.I stayed awake long enough to watch him — Massimo looking so breathtaking as he navigated the controls. The hum of the helicopter filled the small cabin, steady, hypnotic. Wind battered the glass. His hands moved with that same calm precision that always unne
CHAPTER 33 CHIARA Massimo didn’t say a word as he turned down the hall, his strides long and deliberate, the air between us thick with unspoken things. I followed because there wasn’t really another option, because that’s what I always did when he moved, follow, question, resent, repeat. He led m
CHIARAI woke to silence.Not the silence of peace, but the kind that wrapped around me like a heavy blanket, pressing down, suffocating. My lashes fluttered open slowly, as though weighed with stones, and the world swam in hazy fragments of light and shadow. For a moment I had no bearings, no sens







