Fucked Up

She had to stay and protect her dear sister — she was her sole family now.

Luciano, and the Romes, didn't matter shit.

Shortly, the limo pulled up in the insanely spacious compound, and once the chauffeur opened the door, Annalise alighted impatiently from it.

“Being in the same place with a gold digger's suffocating as hell." Luciano muttered insensitively then alighted from it.

On their paths were countless white daisy petals scattered — surely, it was Mrs. Rome's doing.

“This shit is unnecessary.” his countenance remained blank, then he snapped his fingers. Three maids instantly stepped forward, then bowed decorously.

“Get this shit out of here.”

“Yes, Master”

Luciano wasn't the sole one finding it annoying as Annalise, currently ascending the staircase, angrily slid it out of her way.

“Placing in until the room isn't necessary!” She spat in disgust as she stepped into their room.

Her amusement about the room nearly displayed on her face, and Annalise helplessly curved her lips in awe.

It was a daisy heaven, and the bed was twice the size of any she had ever seen.

“Mrs. Rome's so… Gosh!” Annalise had no words as she walked further in.

She attempted to take off her dress when an overwhelming urge to puke overcame her.

Her wedding gown swung funnily as she rushed into the bathroom. There, she went for the sink, then poured out everything in her stomach.

“I'm…dizzy.” Nauseated, Annalise dragged her feet to the bed. For the past few days, she's been feeling… different.

It wasn't a fever, so she concluded it must be the stress of the wedding. She threw herself on the crazily large bed, and then shut her eyes.

Sleep was knocking at her door, but the ding of her phone hindered it. Half awake, Annalise sat upright and then reached for her phone on the desk.

Yeah, her mother-in-law had moved everything belonging to Annalise into the room.

And once her eyes beheld the message and who sent it, sleep departed sharply from her.

“Seven…! He wants to talk to me?”

~•••~

“Anna!” A second wasn't wasted before she hurled herself into his wide arms.

It was nighttime and being a newly married wife, one would expect Annalise to be in the bedroom of her husband.

But, she said to hell with Luciano, and sharply came to her lover, Seven.

“I missed you so much.” He placed a deep kiss on her forehead as they disengaged slightly, and teary-eyed, she stared at him.

“Me too! I… I was so heartbroken after our last conversation, and Fa-father took my phone, that's why I hadn't contacted you!” Tears rapidly accumulated in her eyes, and his teal green eyes gawked somewhat obsessively at her flawlessly beautiful face.

“It's okay Anna. I understand. How was your… Wedding?”

Her lips quivered at the question and avoided his gaze guiltily.

“I…hate this Seven, b-but I… can't keep seeing you.”

She despised her marriage with Luciano yet wasn't a cheater — how would she go to bed knowing she was cheating on her husband?

It was disgusting!

She expected rage to seep into him, but instead, Seven chuckled manically.

“Seven…?” Annalise gasped once she felt a cold metal encircling her wrists.

She took a step away from him immediately, and gazing at her wrists, was shocked to see he had handcuffed her.

“I knew you were a bitch Annalise, but you see you're my fucking bitch!”

Frightened, she tried to run away but instead had her lengthy hair dragged roughly from behind.

Her body slammed against his and so aggressively, Seven grabbed her cheeks.

Fear was visible in her dark eyes as their eyes were locked, and his were filled with…

“You're mine, get that?”

Afterward, Seven claimed her lips possessively, and it was at that moment, Annalise knew she fucked up.