Violetta's POV

I think words are very powerful. They can make and break a person

. Not only do the words we say find a way to manifest in our lives, what we say is what's in our hearts—from what I know at least. Sometimes people say nasty things and claim it's a joke, without even realizing the impact it made. A little insult—even pointing out something on a person's body, could make them hate themselves.

Despite the love I feel from my children and the people around me, I can't help but remember all the terrible things that were said to me as I grew up. I would read into every short sentence girls made back then, and when I looked in the mirror, all the flaws they pointed out would magnify and they still do.

Over time, anxiety built up, Depression increased every day, and my sleeping pattern got messed up with all the nightmares—giving me insomnia, low self-esteem from all the brutal statements, and a feeling of judgment when I'm around people.

Every word said to me was engraved in my mind and my heart. And because I thought about it so much, I began to see it. I began to feel it.

I say good things in my mind so I can build my self-esteem, but then a voice in my head reminds me it's not true. Back then people said I was ugly, useless and unwanted. They said the world would be better without me.

And I gradually began to believe it...

Blood oozed out of both my wrists, falling into the bathtub that I sat beside. Air was stuck in my lungs, making it hard for me to breathe and tears fell from my eyes, leaving my head with a harsh pain.

Whimpers and groans left my mouth as I got up from my position and rushed over to the sink and my blood dripped on the beautiful tiles, staining it.

I turned on the faucet and washed the blood from my wrist then put some water on my face. The water droplets on my skin hid the tears that were still falling from my grey eyes, but I could still spot them from their warmth. It's 6 am once again and I have to get ready for work. Just the perfect time to self-harm.

The suicidal thoughts come once in a while—sometimes I can ignore them but most times I struggle. Whenever the bad ones come, I remind myself that my kids need me, but I feel the urge to hurt myself anyway. I feel like I deserve the pain. After sulking my life away, I got the first aid kit that sat at the corner of the counter and treated my wounds quickly, then wiped the blood that fell on the floor.

Dabbing my face on the soft white towel, I walked out of the bathroom, sighed and made my way to the walk-in closet in desperate search of something that would cover the cut on my wrists. The last thing I needed was to be fired or for my kids to be taken away.

Lucky for me, I found a black long-sleeved dress with puffs at the end of the arms. It was perfect because it was black and if the bleeding started again, it wouldn't show. I did my morning prayers, got to the kitchen and made breakfast, then proceeded to wake my kids up and get them ready.

Heli showed up at the door by 8 am on the dot as usual and picked up my children. I put on my black dress along with black three-point five-inch shoes, then grabbed a black leather bag and silver jewelry to finish off the look. I didn't put on any makeup today because I wasn't sure if I would end up crying in my office.

Mateo showed up at my door twenty-five minutes to nine and picked me up to get to work. "Are you ok?" he looked at me as he got into the car. "Yeah, yeah"

"You seem off today. Just know you can talk to me, after all, I'm right outside" he assured, then switched on the car and drove off. Mateo knows about my self-harm and he's tried to help me stop, but he hasn't succeeded. I'm sure he thinks I've resisted it because I haven't called him crying for a while. Maybe he thinks I'm happy now that my finances are ok.

I was meant to go to a therapist but I didn't want to in case they would say I'm not fit to take care of children. But honestly, the thought of bleeding out scares me. I mean, what if I cut too deep and my children end up finding my dead body in the house? That's going to be serious trauma.

"We're here" Mateo put off the engine and slightly sighed. "Thanks for the ride", I appreciated and got out of the car. I walked into the office and did my usual stuff—getting Mike's coffee, dropping it in his office, and doing the work he gives me.

"Thanks," he said as I gave him his black coffee. "You look a bit gloomy... And pale", he was concerned, and that wasn't good for me. What if he finds out?

"I'm ok, just tired", I said with a shaky voice. "Ok then, I'll send your work to your email and I'll have a formal meeting with you by 6 pm, so we can discuss your café." he took a sip from his coffee and signaled that I could leave. I got to my office and slumped myself on the chair. Why did I even have to be born? I could've just stayed in heaven with Jesus or something like that.

Thirty minutes had passed and I was a crying mess. My eyes were probably red, my skin felt weird after all the wiping of tears and my head hurt like hell. I took deep breaths and calmed myself down, then I went into the bathroom and washed my face.

I felt dizzy and fuzzy for some reason and kept tripping over my feet. Maybe this is what happens when you cry so much. The telephone rang and I picked it up to hear Mike's low voice. "You do know I've been waiting for over twenty minutes and you still haven't dropped off yesterday's reports," he spoke through the phone. "Oh I'm sorry"

I hurried out of my office with four envelopes in my hand. One was from the management department, another was from the marketing department, and the last two were from the administration department.

Arriving at the front of his office, I opened the door to reveal a man with his back facing the door, blocking me from seeing his face. His build sure did look familiar though. I walked in holding the report and dropped it on the table. "Violetta, it's been a while", he said.

The man was Micheal!

"Oh, umm hi. How are you", I looked up at him and sent a friendly smile. "I'm great and you?" he asked. "I'm good. What about Lily?" I questioned with care in my eyes. "She's fine. I see you're already looking after her."

I chuckled lightly before Mike cut in our conversation. "Violetta, you can return to your office. I need you to send a letter of request to Mr. Lander. I'll send you the details" Mike looked at me with a hint of annoyance in his eyes. "Ok", I mumbled. "I never got your number", Micheal grabbed my hand before I could leave.

"Violetta, I'm not paying you to hand out your number. Get in your office and write the letter. I need it in the next ten minutes." Mike commanded. "Sorry", I said right before I departed the room in a hurry. I got into my office and waited for Mike to send the details for the letter and what I was requesting. Maybe he's still talking to Micheal.

I wonder why Mike seems to dislike his brother. He told me he loved everyone in his family, so it's a bit off to not like one. Micheal seemed like a nice guy, and it would be nice to be his friend since he could relate to my situation. In a way I guess.

A knock was heard on my office door, taking me from my conclusions playing in my head. "Come in", I spoke, loud enough for the person outside to hear. "Hi, I was told if I wanted to have a meeting with Mr. Mariano, I should speak to his assistant", Mateo said, popping his head into the room. "Hey Mateo, come in" I announced, cracking up at his joke.

"I just wanted to check up on you. You seem better than in the morning, but you're oddly pale" Mateo walked over to my side and stood there examining me. "I'm ok, just tired", I clarified in a quiet voice. "You sound weak. Is that bastard of a boss stressing you?", he scrunched up his face and stared at me, waiting for a reply. "No, Mateo I'm fine"

Another knock was heard on the door, which I said "come in" to as well. I wonder why everyone is so interested in my office all of a sudden. Micheal opened the door and walked in with his mighty stature. "Micheal, do you need something?" I asked, but he didn't seem to be looking at me but at Mateo. "Do you need something?" Mateo repeated my question as Micheal stared at him with some form of disgust.

"I needed your number", he said. "I would like to talk to you about a few things concerning your café", he explained, dragging my attention at the word café. "Sure," I wrote down my phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to him. "Goodbye then", he asserted and vacated after giving Mateo a death glare.

"What's his issue", Mateo scowled and rested himself on my table. "Mateo, you need to be more polite. I hope you're aware these guys are bigger than you and they would probably beat you to a pulp if they had the chance." I illustrated, warning him. "They're bigger yeah yeah. But I'm still big, and bigger doesn't mean better... Except in bed of course", he laughed.

Mike barged into my office, holding an envelope and about to speak but stopped in his tracks when he saw Mateo. "Mateo Pilax, I'm sure this isn't your assigned post", Mike said sternly as he eyed Mateo. "Sorry, he just wanted to tell me something. He'll leave now", I got up from my seat and took Mateo's hand. "Let's go", I told him, trying to tug on him.

"Only he goes. Last I remember, it's not time for your break", Mike pointed out. "Oh yes," I stared at Mateo and used my eyes to beg him to leave. "Actually sir, the handbook says drivers assigned to workers can stay close by for easy access when needed. So I'm doing my job by staying close", he said and put his arms around my shoulder.

Mike looked enraged at this point and I wouldn't lie, it scared the shit out of me. His eyebrows were furrowed, his already enormous muscles tensed, making them look bigger, his jawline got more defined as he gritted his teeth and his whole aura changed from 'I'm the boss' to 'I'm going to torture you till you beg for death'. And as stupid as Mateo was, he still stood there strong.

Mike slowly walked towards Mateo and stopped. "That applies to employees, not MY assistant. So I suggest you leave before I kick you out", he threatened. Knowing Mateo, he was brave but knew when to stop so he backed down and proceeded to leave. "And let this be the last time I see you in this office, wasting your life away." Mike abused before Mateo could leave. Shit, that's mean and it looks like it got to Mateo.

"You shouldn't speak to him that way you know", I told Mike defending my best friend. "You want to leave too?" he took a threatening step towards me and looked directly into my eyes. "Just leave it. I'm going ok", Mateo said defeated, then exited the room, leaving me feeling terrible.

"What's your problem with Mateo? He's a good guy and has never broken any rule", I upheld once more. "No rule till now", he said and lowered the envelope on my table. "I thought we agreed to be kinder", I looked up at him. "We did. This is me being kind" he walked over to the door to leave. "You should be thanking me for not firing him"

Mike left angry and annoyed, leaving my sad self alone to sob for getting Mateo into trouble. I began to cry once again but then noticed a dark stain on my wrist. The wound must be opened again.

I couldn't go to the sick bay because the nurse would figure the self-harming shit out, and I couldn't leave it because the blood would eventually stain something. I began to panic.

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I ended up deciding to go to the sick bay and ask for a bandage which I did. Surprisingly, the sexy male nurse didn't ask what I needed it for because he was too busy flirting with my ugly ass. I went back up, rolled up my sleeve, and bandaged the wound afresh. The used bandage was almost entirely soaked with blood, explaining why I felt so lightheaded and looked pale. I pray the bandage holds and slows the bleeding.

The day went by quickly and it was time for my meeting with Mike. Due to the fact that it was a formal setting and I needed him to invest in the café, I had to put away my sad self and act professional.

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Micheal's POV

I don't think I've ever seen such a beautiful woman in my life. Her eyes are so bright, her lips are plump and perfect to kiss, her figure is defined—even in a flea dress, she's shy and humble and seems like a decent mother, and most importantly, her long hair is perfect for me to grip in bed if we ever fuck.

When we fuck.

I can just imagine it. "Micheal, thank you for informing me. I'll look into it, so you can leave now", Mike told me in a cranky voice. "Sure". I left his office, then walked over to Violetta's unit and barged in to find her naked. Her breast was big and full, her body looked like it was sculpted by God himself, and her skin was as vibrant as ever.

Shutting the door behind me, I walked over to her, grabbed her hair tightly, and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. I raised her onto the table, still kissing her delicious lips, as she peeled my shirt buttons off and unbuckled my belt, leaving me half-naked before her.

Slamming her on the table by her neck, I sucked on her hard nipples, earning moans from her. She arched her back, giving me better access to her body. Before I stopped that exciting activity, her breasts were already red from squeezing, sucking, and biting. I removed all my clothing, allowing her to breathe a little before I got back.

"Open your legs", I commanded her, earning an immediate response. I could see her wetness seeping from her hole, lubricating her well. I sandwiched myself between her thighs and made myself comfortable before I then put my bulging penis into her.

I pounded in while clutching her neck in my big hands, restricting her airflow. "Please...", she whined loudly. "Shut the fuck up", I growled at her, pushing her off the table into a new position. She rested her arms on the table so her ass faced me. I thumped into her numerous times in doggy style, earning more loud moans like music.

She's so fucking tight...

"Micheal... Please, I'm begging you.", she whimpered. "Darling, you only took half of my dick. Everything goes in before we finish, so brace yourself and stop begging", I told as I continuously slammed myself into her, moving my hips as fast as I could go. I put my hand beside her waist so I could reach her clit, rubbing it gently as I fucked her, earning moans and cries that satisfied me.

"You want people to hear us? Shut it", I instructed her, as I grabbed her soft hair and pulled on it. "Stop... I- I can't take it", she cried, but of course I didn't listen. I do as I please, after all, I owned her.

"Aah, Micheal!"

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"Sir, are you ok, you've been standing here for a while", the receptionist said, bringing me out from my lustful fantasy and eying me with lecherous eyes. "Yes, I was just thinking about something," I told her, realizing I was still standing outside Mike's office.

Fucking hell... I'm hard as fuck.

I ran over to the restroom as soon as I noticed my boner. It was sincerely torturous with my dick pressing against my trousers, waiting for Violetta to hold it. I couldn't leave the restroom with my dick standing high, so I did what I thought of first.

I jerked off.

It was easy to cum, but I held myself so I would enjoy it more—imagining myself fucking her ass hole as it gripped my dick tightly. I waited for about three minutes before allowing myself to release my long strings of cum. It was the best jerk-off I remember ever having. I put myself together and contemplated washing my hand as I wondered if I could get her to lick my cum off.

I decided I couldn't get that yet, so I cleaned up the bathroom and washed my hands before leaving the room. I walked over to Violetta's office and knocked lightly, shoving down my excitement to see her. Her beautiful voice said to come in and I obeyed.

I opened the door to reveal a Greek goddess... And her...

Who the fuck is the dickhead beside her and why is he so close? "Micheal, do you need something?" Violetta inquired. I forgot to answer her as I was still examining the bastard in the room... Other than me of course. "Do you need something?" the brown-haired fool asked, repeating her question. I need to focus on why I'm here. I could deal with him later, I mean an assassin would do the job well.

But what if he's her brother? It's bad manners to harm your brother-in-law. Fuck. "I needed your number", I said finally answering my future wife. "I would like to talk to you about a few things concerning your café"

"Sure" She wrote down a number on a paper and gave it to me. Oh how great it would be for those hands to hold my dick ...

FOCUS!

"Goodbye then", I proclaimed. I gave the man one more look of disgust, hoping he was her brother—and hoping he wasn't so I could kill him. Not with my hands, of course, I leave the dirty work to others. I'd have to wait to find out first.

I successfully glared at him before I left hoping he would get the hint to keep his fucking hands off my property. Walking out of the building and to my car, I smiled like I hadn't done in a while. How great would it be for me to keep Violetta locked up in my house? She would be a great mother to Lily and a great wife to me. I would make sure to fuck her every blessed day whether she liked it or not.

It would be my duty to make her sore... At least that's what my late father always said a man should do.

I would make sure she didn't have friends I didn't approve of—which means no males other than me and her assigned bodyguard. I'm horny again at the thought.

My gorgeous wife... My obedient sex slave...

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Hello everyone, how are you all doing? I sincerely hope no one reading this book has a boyfriend or husband like Micheal. Personally, I have a small crush on him cause like damn... Red is my favorite color.

But of course, this is toxic in real life. Anyways please vote and comment and help share the name of my book.

I also wanted to point out that this is copyrighted again, and I don't have the book published anywhere but Wattpad, so if you find it on any site, please notify me.

I would of course love for my book to be made into a movie. I sincerely think it would be a hit. So if you do want to use my book for anything, contact me.

I'm still struggling with writer's block, especially when I read other people's books and be like. Wow, my shit is terrible compared to this. But anyway, thanks for the support and continue to enjoy. Bye❤️