ISABELLA
Taking a long stride inside my matrimonial mansion, with a heavy heart.
I sighed and crouched gently on the couch, heaving an exasperated sigh.
"Welcome back Ma'am!" The chief's maid greeted me, gaining back my lost attention.
"Is Emilio around?" she cleared her throat and then glanced up the stairs with a worried expression.
"What is the problem?" I asked, and then she lowered her head in fear.
"He is upstairs, but… your sis.." I scoffed at this knowing where her words were leading.
"If you are worried I am going to see my sister on the same bed with that bastard that calls himself my husband you don't have to be worried," her eyes widened at my choice of words.
I hardly curse and everyone around the mansion knows me as a quiet and cheerful lady.
I stormed up the stairs with high hopes that I would catch them together.
He has always denied their relationship and this is the only way for me to get him. I am sick and tired of bawling in tears hoping one day he would change.
I pushed our room door open and lo and behold he was fucking shit outer her right on our matrimonial bed.
I stood there trying to mask the hurt feeling that struck my heart. I should get used to this already, it's time I end whatever shit we have together.
I and this son of a gun have been married for three years and he never for once touched me.
Here he was fuvking my sister like a hungry lion, Livia's eyes caught with mine and she pushed him off her in a hurry.
"What the hell Isabella!" she growled covering her body with the duvet.
"Time to act, Isa.." I mustered the courage and leaned my back against the room door.
"You call yourself my sister," I said with my eyes not leaving my so-called husband who was having issues putting his shorts on.
"Common girl, we all know you forced Emilio to get married to you, the one he loves is me." She taunted and then he moved toward me.
"Don't you have any decency to knock before busting in?" Emilo let out and I snorted.
"Decency?" I implored.
"You were never my type and it doesn't matter to me, she is the only one I wanted," he affirmed.
His words pierced so deep into my heart, but I still needed to maintain my composure so they both didn't think they had broken me.
I bobbed my head in satisfaction and then stretched out the divorce letter I had grabbed for a long time.
"What is this?" he asked a bit confused and with a small smile I shoved it in his hands.
"Read it and understand," I whispered and glanced toward my little sister.
"Since you want my thrash, you can freely have him now." I turned about to leave when he pulled me back roughly.
"What the fuck is this?"
"Do you want me to spell out every word on that letter for you?" I countered back trying to keep my fucking anger to myself.
"A divorce paper," he let out a deep chuckle.
"And who gave you the right to call it out?" I snatched my hands from his grip and smacked him across the face, gaining a gasp from Livia.
"Sign it and be free from me Emilio, we are lawyers so this should be easy for the both of us" I stated, he chuckled still at a loss for words.
"Are you trying to threaten me with this hoping I plead for you not to leave?" I rolled my eyes at his impossible imagination.
"Well," he moved toward his cabinet and pulled out his pen, signing it, not even with a single hesitation.
He stretched it back to me as masked the pain that struck deep at this betrayal.
"You can get anything you want, sorry you just lost my last name," he stated and I snatched it off from his hands in irritation.
"I don't need shit from you," darting between them both.
"She's my sister and we share the same father, you can get married to her and continue whatever shit of partnership you have, for me…" I took in a deep breath as I stared at the paper of freedom in my grip.
"I wish you well, ex-husband." I stormed out of the room, heading for my room.
I was about to walk inside with a firm grip that pulled me back.
"Remember if you stepped out of my mansion I will have nothing to do with you anymore," I squinted my gaze as a small smile played on my face.
I slapped his grip off and pulled out my already-packed box which was in the room, "I am exhausted from this relationship so I will call it a quit,"
For the first time, I noticed some weird look in his eyes, he wasn't worried about this, was he? "If you are trying to do this with the hope that I will want you then, you must be dreaming."
"I don't want to wake up from the dream then," I winked at him strolling out of the mansion.
No one dared to say a word and could only watch me get into my car and drive off.
"Girl… Let's get drunk!" I texted my best friend driving straight to the club.
*******
"Cheers to you on your divorce!" Camilla screamed excitedly, as we made a toast.
I down the glass and pour another, chugging it like the first.
"Hey, take it easy, you've got a case tomorrow," she reminds me, grabbing the cup.
Yeah, you heard it right, I am a prosecutor at one of Italy's top law firms, my bestie's a legal advisor, and my ex-husband's an attorney, quite the mix huh?
I have been married to the bastard I loved for three years. Yes, I forced him to marry him because I loved him.
He's been my crush since I was fifteen. We got closer during my bachelor's in America. After graduating, we ended up at the same law school.
I didn't want to return to my family in Italy, so I used the chance to marry him.
My gambling-addicted father, who is always after money for his projects, needed a big sponsor.
Since I am a close member of Emilio's family, we struck a deal. It was so easy for me but one thing I never thought twice was his resentment for me.
I thought things would get better when we got to know each other after marriage.
Even after years of marriage, I rarely see him at home. We would meet in court during cases or when he arrived late at night while I was still working on cases.
I held on tight hoping he would one day come around, but I lost it when I found out he was cheating on me with my step-sister on our matrimonial bed.
It's been almost a year, he never cared about my feelings and would always remind me he didn't want me but her.
"That's a bold move, and I am so proud of you," Camilla praised me, but I grabbed the bottle, drinking continuously until she slapped it away.
"Forget about that jerk, you will find someone way better!" Camilla urged me, her voice slightly strained.
"It's not that simple, Camilla," I whispered, my heart burning from the harsh drink.
"Who cares! Tonight, you're getting laid and moving on from that arrogant jerk, it's time to ditch that virgin status," I rolled my eyes and playfully jabbed her shoulder.
"Hey, you don't want the whole world knowing that, do you?" she scoffed, pulling me towards the dance floor.
"Let's enjoy the night!" she screamed as the music was becoming too loud for me to hear.
I watched how she grinds with other guys while I just sighed, "Hey… Camilla, I need to use the restroom!" I yelled and she nodded her head.
I stumbled my way looking for the restroom but it was too hard to find.
My eyes were becoming dizzy and my whole body was hot. Still in search of the toilet I stormed into a room.
"What the fuck!" A deep but daring voice let out, I shook my head trying to see his face but the room was dim.
"You must be the slut sent for me, now strip!" I heard his voice commanded.
"Fucking Bastard! You don't talk to a lady that way." Then his firm strong hand pulled me closer and I could smell his breath, mixed with cigarette and mint.
I tried to push him away but his grip around my waist tightened.
"You are to serve me tonight, don't dare annoy me," He warned and then locked his lip against mine.
I wanted to push him away but crazily I also enjoyed every bit of it, "I should stop this shit, but the pain of seeing my ex-husband fucking my little sis flashed through my head.
"That is it, I am losing it tonight, he is just a stranger and we would never meet again after this night.