Authors Note: This book is simply a work of fiction. Everything described in the city without countries and cities the other things like, islands, organizations, law enforcement issues, underworld issues, and political issues are all my imaginations. No character or incidents have any connection with reality. Still, if anyone finds any kind of similarity
which shouldn't be
then that's a complete coincidence.
It's a character-developing story. The story has mature and some ways explicit scenes with sensitive content. You can choose to skip those parts. You have been warned strictly.
Welcome to the world of my imaginations. Now, let's dive into the story.
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Gwyneth hissed in pain as she slowly massaged her neck. It was still heavy inside her head as she sat up or more precisely struggled to sit up. Scrunching her nose in ache she slowly opened her eyes. Things were blurry at first yet eventually, it was bearable to see the surroundings.
Looking around she found herself in a shabby room, clearly not for people to live in. She guessed that the room was not opened for a very long time. With the pain still in her neck, Gwyneth stood up with trembling legs. "Where the fuck am I? Bloody stupid!" She murmured a curse in annoyance.
Some memories were trying to juggle together inside her head. Gwyneth tried to clear her head to think straight. But, the only thing she could recall was someone hurting her neck from behind with unstoppable curses in Italian. While memories were trying to come up altogether, Gwyneth did not stand steel in one place. She kept moving around the room under the dim light and suddenly stopped in front of the mirror.
Her brows knitted together in confusion and irritation. She was wearing a wedding gown and unwantedly she was looking beautiful! As in the trail, her eyes went down to her hand and the shiny diamond on her ring finger caught her all attention. Rising her hand in front of her eyes she looked at it. "A wedding ring." She mumbled on her own.
While staring at the ring, her eyes turned blurry once again and memories kept fighting the full force and suddenly every picture started coming clear in her head. The revenge. The accident. The wedding.
Gwyneth looked at her reflection once again, eyes widened, blurry with tears and with raging anger. "No, no, no... NOOO!" She shouted, couldn't believe her fate. "I CAN NOT BE IN MARRIED TO THE MAN I WANTED TO DESTROY!"
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Flashback Started...
Six months earlier...
London, United Kingdom...
Gwyneth was standing near the glass window of her room, under the dim light, only wearing her white bathrobe. Her emerald-green eyes were watching the cars, passing on the road at speed.
Suddenly she felt a firm cold hand slip inside her bathrobe and rested on her belly, breaking her peaceful concentration. "Why are you standing here alone, baby?" He whispered in her ear. Without looking behind, she knew it was her boyfriend, Damien Gregory.
Slowly removing her blonde hair at one side he prepped a few kisses on her neck. A soft hum slipped from his lips, as he started tracking kisses on her side throat to the jawline. Then suddenly stopped with a frown. "What happened, baby? Why are you not responding?" He asked. But, he was not stopped as his one hand already traveled up to her breasts and hold one of them. "Come on baby." His other hand tried to remove the only barrier between him and his lust.
Gwyneth didn't respond to his words or action. She pushed him away from her and created a minimum distance between them.
Damien's brow arched up. "What is wrong with you?" His voice raised a little as his eyes flicked with anger.
"You." She said the word, calm and cold. "You are my problem, Damien. I thought we are making our future together but clearly, we are not."
Damien huffed. His jaw clenched and brows furrowed together. "What do you mean by that?"
A bitter smirk formed on her face. "What do I mean, you asked, huh?" She chuckled, beitterness and rage of betrayal were clear. "Let's not make it more complicated as it already is. Answer me straight, Damien. Why do you join Brandon when you clearly know his action is going to destroy lots of children's life?"
Damien's eyes go wide and his lips parted. "H..How do you?!" This was something very secret and somewhat impossible for her to know.
"How do I know has never been the point. The point is you are betraying me when all I did is been loyal to you. Why Damien?"
Damien sighed. Taking a long deep breath he raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, let's calm down and talk things out."
Gwyneth's heart skipped a bit, looking into his dark brown eyes. For three years they were together and certainly, she loved him and here he is, always deceiving her and playing with her trust. The thought once again made her heart cold and the warmth she used to have for him has long gone. After knowing his truth she already knew what she would do with him.
Shaking her head Gwyneth took a sharp breath. "No, there is nothing more to talk about between us, Damien. Let's break up, I don't wanna be with a disloyal and a criminal like you anymore." Her clear British accent was firm and confident.
Damien stiffened on the spot. His clenched jaw tightened more than it felt his jaw would break anytime soon. "HAVE YOU GONE MAD?" He shrieked in anger.
Gwyneth did not even flinch. She stood in the place with an expressionless face. "I am very much in my sane, Damien. I am done with you, your violent actions, your carelessness, your lust, and this relationship."
His fists clenched tight as he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Listen, let's not jump to a conclusion and sort this thing." He took a step forward, which only encouraged her to step back. Gwyneth raised her hand in defense. "Don't come near me, Damien. I have taken my decision already."
And that was the moment he lost his temper. He moved on her violently as he grabbed her throat. Harshly squeezing it painfully. "You are tired of me, huh? you whore! You called me criminal, huh? When you yourself want to destroy a whole fucking generation! Or say you have found your new sugar daddy, huh? Does he agree with you to take your bloody revenge on those fucking Salvadores? Does he have more fucking ways to send you Italy? Or, does he fuck you more good than me, huh? DOES HE!? I am sure you have slept with that fucking bastard!" His eyes were red in anger as he was spitting such abusive words at her. "Then let me tear your filthy pussy once again. Let me fuck you more and show you who is good, huh? Then you will know who is more capable!"
Gwyneth's eyes widened in shock. She never expected such a thing from him. She has never seen this side of him ever. It was all so sudden a d before she could know he dragged her with him, still grabbing her neck tightly. He threw her on the bed.
Gwyneth coughed roughly. Widening her mouth she grasped the air in her lung which was burning because of his torture. But, she soon realized he only let her go just to add more to the plate when he tore off the bathrobe from her and jump on her.
However, she has already got her grip, rolling to the other side in the blink of an eye, Gwyneth was out of the bed, naked.
Damien did not expect this. Her action made him more furious as he stood up and tried to get a hold of her once again. But, Gwyneth was not someone simple. With a mastery speed, she dodged off and with a flip, she was behind him and before Damien could know what just happened, her hand landed on the walking spot on his neck, and immediately he fell to the ground losing his sense.
Gwyneth walked inside the small closet with an elegant calm and wore a dress to cover her nakedness, she came out of the closet, where her now ex-boyfriend was lying unconscious. A bitter smile crept on her beautiful face. "I have always been loyal to you, no matter what. But, there is a part of me I have never disclosed to anyone. The part of me who only want to save herself to take revenge for her family. You are the only one who knows what I want to do to those Salvadores and I can't take any risk before I destroy them. To save myself I need to shut you up for the world. This will save the innocent kids too."
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In the dark alley, inside the secret club of gangster Brandon. Gwyneth pulled the unconscious body of Damien along with a hose pipe. She looked around at the illegal drugs and money on the shelves. The place was safe with high security but it was nothing for her.
Without wasting a single time, she opened the pipe and started damping everything other than her. After she was satisfied she looked down at her ex. "I have had some good times with you in past three years. As a reward, I am killing you when you are asleep. It will lower your pain a little. Nothing is more important for me than avenging my family. Not even years of relationship." Saying those words, she brought out a lighter from her pocket and dropped it on Damien. She walked out of the place as everything was under the gush of fire behind her.
The next day, Gangster Brandon has been caught by the police with the evidence of his all crimes and vile works along with the murder charge of his partner Damien Gregory. And the proof was sent by the anonymous famous hacker, Black Viking.
