Her Perverted Tormentor (2)

Aside, the Rome Manor was a place only a few people were allowed to go to.

As the cab drove off, Annalise could feel her heart relentlessly pounding.

“Dear Lord, please…” she buried her face in her palms.

“Hide my identity. I pray I never meet him again."

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It was the next morning, and to say that Mrs. Rome was worried would be an understatement.

The aged woman was crazily concerned and troubled at the absence of Annalise.

The previous night, the newly wedded daughter-in-law of the Rome family didn't return home.

At the dining table, it was breakfast and it being a Saturday, every family member was at the dining table.

Mr. Rome, the gray-haired handsome aged man, sat beside his worried wife.

“Rita, what's the matter?” Mr. Lewis Rome questioned worriedly, then held her right hand.

“I… it's about Annalise — she's yet to return home!” Mrs. Rome, regardless of the unwholesome looks Lorene flashed at her, spoke.

The spoiled daughter of Luciano was more than gleeful at the absence of Annalise — she saw her as an obstacle between her and her beloved father.

Annalise was an intruder. Lorene was more than glad that she wasn't in the Manor again — in fact, she wished she'd never return.

“But Grandma, it's her choice to return or not, right? Maybe she doesn't like it here — I say it's a good thing she's gone!” The curly-haired kid, evidently happy, gushed out while staring at her grandparents.

She sat next to Luciano, and since the table was freakishly lengthy, Zoey sat at the end.

Seemingly, speaking to any of them was below her; such was her pride.

And she was also gleeful about Annalise's absence — that dark-haired bitch was too gusty for her liking.

“Luciano, where is your wife?” Sternly, Mr. Rome inquired from his son.

Unlike any, he wasn't paying an ounce of attention to what was going on. He planned to consume his meal, and then leave for work.

“Wife? I don't have one.” Plainly, he responded, earning a smile from his daughter, and a hard frown from his father.

“Annalise is your wife, boy!” Angered, Mr. Rome slammed his fists on the table, and Mrs. Rome became anxious.

She despises conflict more than anything, and especially one between her hot-tempered husband, and insensitive son.

“Calm down Lewis. I'm begging you.” She held his hand tearfully, but the tension felt by every except Luciano, who sincerely didn't give a fuck, died down when the dining room's door was opened.

Annalise stepped in.

“Annalise!” swiftly, Mrs. Rome rose from her seat, and so did her husband, while Lorene's glee got replaced with displeasure, and Zoey scoffed angrily.

“Mother… Father, good morning.” As Mrs. Rome embraced her warmly, Annalise greeted with a wry smile lingering on her lips.

She appeared…sick.

“Are you okay, Annalise? You're … Pale?” She uttered worriedly, and her initial answer was a negative head sway.

“I'm fine, Mother.” Being led to the dining table, Annalise settled and Mrs. Rome was close to her.

Mr. Rome, although a bit scary at a glance, was rather sweet, and she exchanged words comfortably with him.

Annalise's dark eyes caught Lorene glaring at her and Luciano…

She wasn't shocked that her husband was nonchalant about her absence — does he even have human feelings?

“Anna, can I call you that?” Mr. Rome, quite shockingly, smiled at her — Zoey hated it.

Her first encounter with him wasn't rosy at all — he disliked her but loved this bitch at first glance.

“Of c-”

“I'm home~!”

The voice that suddenly boomed throughout the entire Manor belonged to one person, and Annalise slightly recognized it.

Her face went paler than before and as Mrs. Rome brightened up excitedly, the door got opened.

“Lucas!”

Zoey was the first to stand up and went to embrace him.

However, his glare sent her feet into a state of motionlessness, and Mrs. Rome stood up as he drew closer.

“Mother!”

Lorene and her father were unmoved, and so was Mr. Rome, but Annalise was… sweating nervously.

That voice held too much familiarity with the fucker that nearly raped her last night. It couldn't be him, right?

“Father!” Lucas smiled at his unenthusiastic father, then grinned at his junior brother, Luciano, once they made eye contact.

“Oh? Is this your wife, Luciano? Do forgive me for missing the wedding.” There wasn't a shred of remorse in his tone, and leaning to pick the hand of Annalise, was surprised at how sweaty it was.

Then again, once their eyes met and his mind recognized her, smirked largely.

Annalise was doomed — the fear in her eyes overflowing; Lucas loved that.

“Mrs. Luciano…” Annalise found herself going to her feet with their eyes still locked.

Hers radiating fear, and his mischievousness. He leaned in, then kissed her lips — Zoey was on the verge of going ballistic.

“You truly are an angel, Angel.”