Alessandra

My head snaps towards the staircase, and I regret it because the action shots pain down my neck. Tiny black dots threaten to cloud my vision, but I blink them away.

"What, Mia?" I growl in pain.

He—lets go of me and stares silently between the two of us.

Mia, now up the stairs walks towards me and reaches her hand out to touch my neck.

"What happened to you—wait, where you throwing yourself at my husband?" Mia asks in disbelief.

I start choking, then look between Mia and him.

"Husband? He's your husband?" I gesture between the two of them ferociously.

Mia falters back and runs her fingers through her hair, "How could you?" She begins sniffling, "You deserve those marks on your neck, right baby?" She asks him, and takes his arms and tightens them around her torso.

"Console me baby." She whispers into his chest.

I look at the both of them flabbergasted. "What. The. Hell. Are. You. Talking. About?" I order with finality.

Mia rolls her eyes at me, "You know, I knew you were dumb—but I didn't think you were stupid." She says in a 'duh' tone.

Dumb and stupid—same thing dear sister.

And I am neither of the two.

"I thought you were getting married to one of the Ambrosiõ brother's." I state confused.

"And that's exactly what I did Alessandra. Tik tok, keep up." She replies annoyed.

I gulp, "So this." I start—gesturing at him. "Is Lorenzo's brother. Dimitri." I finish.

The black dots begin to cloud my vision once again, and my knees buckle, swiftly dropping me onto the floor.

Everything around me stops. Silence engulfs me, and the only sound resonating, is the thumping of my heart beat. The noise vibrates through my chest and rings in my ears.

I feel my body drown into the fluff of my wedding dress—I'm drowning in layers of lace sheets and cotton. My body becomes limp—paralyzed.

Suddenly, I'm roughly lifted up into the air, but before I've completely gone insane because of the pain. I'm aimlessly thrown onto what seems like a bed, and my body instantaneously jolts up due to the unpredicted impact.

"If you think you can converse with my fucking wife, your highly mistaken."

I crane my neck and see Dimitri glaring me.

"Well your 'fucking wife' is my sister." I spit in disgust.

Dimitri looks me in utter shock. His eyes shamelessly roam my body. He studies me, and for some unknown reason I feel myself getting ashamed and shy.

"That's bullshit."

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and annoyance, "Bullshit?" I mimic in anger.

"She's my sister for Christ's sake! You're her husband!" I shout in fury. "I slept with my sister's husband!" I shout raising my voice increasingly high.

Anger swims at the pool of his eyes, his pupils dilate, and before I know it—I'm slammed into a wall.

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Thanks for a 100 reads in one week, ilysm! I met two guys actually— their names are Ben and Jerry. Omg I love that shit. On another note, did you vote?

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