her petite and broken anatomy was left abandoned at the corner with blood streaming down from her bare back.

her white garment was worn out and barely covered her flat a*s. she was very thin and petrified.

her eyes were heavy and she lacked energy. her head was spinning and she would faint soon.

The circumstances in which she was kept weren't good. her back was severely damaged, her body had countless marks which turned red, lips were dried and cut from a side. the glow on her cheeks fainted with time and her chubby cheeks were gone, and her beautiful hazel eyes were dead and dull with unwashed tears.

A chill ran through her spine and darkness engulfed her as soon as a velvety, manly and calm voice with an Italian accent met her ears.

she could feel his voice in her stomach. his calm voice gave her warmth inside this cold dungeon.

she half opened her sleepy eyes only to see a masculine figure with a magnificent height and mesmerising grey eyes. his skin was pale , dead and silent. his dark black hair appeared more dark without light. he had high cheekbones and sharp jawline and his thin lips had a slight amount of tint. a strand of hair falls on his eyes. he seemed like an angel to Amélie.

her voice broke and she stuttered, she hated sounding so weak and devastated. her soft voice echoed all around the four walls.

she looked him in the eyes, the innocent and pure colour of eyes has faded and lost their colour.

the mysterious visitor squatted down stroking a few stands of her thin hair and whispers gently.

a twisted smile could be seen on his lips, his eyes turns darker hallucinating Amélie. those eyes had something, those eyes were mysterious and possessed darkness and a power which was beyond science.

with every second Amélie was drowning in the beauty of his darkness. his long fingers kept stroking her.

Amélie stutters in panic, she was letting out painful gasps. and tears never stopped streaming down from her eyeballs.

She begs desperately wanting to be from this never ending torture. so broken she was, she was a fragile flower whose petals were plucked. she was an angel whose existence was sinned by many.

placing his index finger gently on her bloodied dry lips he whispers again.

with his big hands he places her over his lap and her weak arms wrapped him around her chest. her face was very close to him and her breath fanned over his neck.

he presses his lips on her bloodied ones slowly with passion sucking her lips tenderly.

his lips curled up again into a twisted and vicious smirk. and within a second Amélie was in deep sleep inside his embrace.

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Massimo grabbed Serafina's body and threw her on the floor making her cry in pain.

her body tensed up and the untreated wounds on her back started bleeding. Massimo bites his lip in frustration and howled at her, his eyes were filled with rage.

The 6ft tall Italian man hit her against the stomach making her cough blood. and banged her frontal head against the wooden door.

He squats down and took her in appearance, her face was covered with dried tear stains which rained down from her brown eyes. her frontal head was damaged severely and nose became red.

he grabbed her chin harshly and growls at her face.

with his another hand he chokes her bruised neck and continues tormenting her.

Serafina whimpers in pain pressing her hand against her head.

her words felt like a dagger piercing his heart and especially his precious ego.

His heart was burning in rage when she destroyed his ego. he pursued his gun and places it near her head.

and before he could press the trigger and end her forever. a loud manly voice echoed in his ear.

A guy probably in his early twenties ran inside with sweat beads trailing down from his forehead.

as soon as Massimo took him in appearance, his heartbeat increased and loosened his grip on the gun freeing Serafina.

Massimo glared at him with fury, what on earth could make his most cruelest reaper stutter??

as soon as he heard Amélie's name his fury turned into rage.

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

NAME: DAMIEN VALENTINO AGE: 26 YEARS

NAME: AMÉLIE MARTINELLI AGE: 17 YEARS

NAME: DAVID VALENTINO AGE: 26 YEARS

NAME: MASSIMO MARTINELLI AGE: 28 YEARS

NAME: XAVIER VALENTINO AGE: 30 YEARS

NAME: RAFAEL D'ANGELO AGE: 25 YEARS

NAME: SERAFINA MORETTI AGE: 21 YEARS

NAME: SABRINA ESPOSITO AGE: 24 YEARS

This is a work of fiction. all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This book contains sexual content, abuse , mass killings etc. So if you don't like dark romance this book is not for you, just leave. You have been warned. All the rights are reserved under ANUSHKA DAS No part of this book may be reproduced in any form on by an electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review. Copyright © 2022 by Anushka Das Started: 09/09/2022 The book may be rewritten at some point.

14 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎

I crawled under the bed, my head pained as soon as I hit it against the bed. I slammed both my hands against my mouth.

I glanced at the door one last time making sure that the furniture placed near it would prevent her from coming in. I hope it does, if it doesn't she would kill me.

Monsters are said to be the most aggressive and dangerous with a strange , grotesque and horrifying appearance that causes terror, my grandmother said once.

but she didn't knew that monsters never come with ugly horns and teeths, neither they are bizarre or otherworldly or deformed. they do not always posses supernatural powers.

they are between us, in different skins.

"Monsters do not exist" that's what I always thought

but then I met her, INES MARTINELLI. MY STEP MOTHER.

a monster in human's skin.

I gasped against my palms, and tears rolled down from as soon as I heard the most sweet yet the most vicious voice.

Dad please save me. she will kill me please.

the sound of her pencil heels pierced my ears. how did she get in here?

my breath hitched, when she striked the belt on the bedpost. my throat was dry and I didn't knew what to do.

how much heartless can a person be? she is doing all this with me since the day she married my father. what did I do to her? why torture me?

and how could she do this when she has my baby sister breathing inside her belly?

she screams horrifyingly making me almost piss in my pants. no matter if I come out or not, there's only pain in my fate.

everything went in silence for a moment. is she gone? or its just another trick ?

I peeped out of bed only to see her smiling psychotically at me. terror took over me and everything went upside down.

for the whole world, this smile was most beautiful and precious but to me its the most dreadful view.

NOOOOOO!!!!!!

I screamed at the top of my lungs and sat up immediately. I figured out that she wasn't here , I was just having nightmare.

it's been 6 years after her death but the wounds she gave are still untreated and fresh.

Ines Martinelli or let me say Ines Simon Basset. was the most beautiful and desirable women of her times. she belonged to a royal family of France and it was my father who ended the Basset bloodline when he heard of Ines. he was awestruck and mesmerised by her beauty and killed her whole bloodline to claim her

he married her forcefully and did everything to make her his but she was determined that she won't love him, atleast bit in this lifetime. no one knewed that behind that beautiful face lived a psychopath. she started torturing me to satisfy her ego and frustration, and threatened to kill me if I spoke anything to my father.

her hatred for us increased so much that led her to cheat on my Dad. She was in a forbidden relationship with a man named Salvatore Cancio. as far as my knowledge he was magician, a popular one who frequently visited Dad did shows in our mansion.

soon Ines got pregnant and delivered a daughter who wasn't my dad's Luca Martinelli's. that filth belonged to Salvatore. and right before my dad could kill Salvatore after Ines's sins were revealed, Ines helped her lover run away with their daughter. and ended her own life by consuming poison. that baby was a replica of her mother. she was gifted beauty, voice but I knewed she would be as heartless as her mother.

Ines destroyed me and her filthy daughter would do the same. Cruelty runs in their blood.

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