☠️ UNDERWORLD
WHISPERS 🩸
{SECRETS OF THE DARK}
THEME: segz AND POWER 🔞
CHAPTER 26🦋27
WRITTEN BY NOORIE Q
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𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄:
Mirabella stood in the bathroom, biting her lip as she watched her reflection in the mirror.
She couldn’t stop blaming herself for the loss of her father. Maybe if she hadn’t signed that foolish contract with Vincenzo, Mr. Leonardo would still be alive.
“Why have you refused to eat?” Santino asked, hugging her from behind.
“I’m not hungry,” she replied.
“You don’t have to be hungry to eat. At least for the sake of…”
“Please, can you not mention that right now? I can’t believe I was so stupid. What the heck was I thinking?” She said, and Santino removed his hands from her waist.
“Can you please give me the opportunity to give you everything? Please, I’m begging, señorita, please,” he said, holding her hand.
“Santino, I don’t want to drag you into my mess. I can’t do that to you,” she murmured softly.
Santino held her cheek and kissed her gently. He looked into her brown eyes and smiled.
“You don’t know how crazy I am about you,” he said, and she rolled her eyes.
“Marry me, Mirabella. Please, let us leave this place, find peace and joy,” he said, and she shook her head.
“I can’t… I can’t leave everything behind,” she said and walked out of the bathroom.
She wore a loose short gown and tied her hair in a ponytail.
“Mirabella, what do you want?” Santino asked as he emerged from the bathroom.
“Santino please. Let’s not talk about this. I can’t leave this country, I can’t leave the Matrix company, in the hands of that idiot!!” She retorted and hissed.a knock on the door made them both turn.
“Come in,” she said as the door opened slowly.
“Ma, someone’s here causing a scene. You need to see him,” the maid said, and she rolled her eyes.
She pushed her aside and walked out, followed closely by Santino.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, seeing Vincenzo, who had already shot two of her bodyguards.
“Mirabella, we need to talk,” Vincenzo said, ruffling his hair.
“Okay, speak,” she said, arms folded.
“Amor, you have to come back home, please. I’m going crazy every minute without you,” he pleaded, trying to hold her hands.
“This is her home,” Santino interjected, and Vincenzo glared at him.
“Keep your dirty mouth to yourself!” he yelled at him, and Mirabella slapped him.
“Don’t you dare raise your voice at my husband! Not in my presence!” she snapped.
“Husband? Amor, what do you mean?”
“We are getting married next week. Now, please leave! Leave at once!” she shouted, and he blinked his eyes twice.
He was speechless, sniffed in, and pulled Mirabella with force, tightening his grip on her waist.
“Say that again!” he demanded, and she smirked.
“We are getting married soon. Stay away from me!” she shouted, and Vincenzo released his hold on her waist.
He smiled dryly while staring into her eyes.
“I’ve told you over and over. We are just f-__-k mate!!. Nothing else. I’m sorry because my husband is going to get an offer. You’re a nobody!” She said and Vincenzo breathed out.
He nodded and sucked his lower lip.thought you loved me?” he asked.
“Don’t be fooled. I only did that because I wanted something from you, but seeing how things turned out, I’m done. To hell with the hard drive!”
He looked up as tears thr_@tened to fall.
“Mirabella D’Angelo, I love you!” he said, and Mirabella swallowed.
“I, h@ťě you! Get out of my house! I don’t ever want to see your face again! Get out!” she yelled.
He glared at her and walked out of the house.
“Did you mean all that?” Santino asked, and she turned to face him.
“What? Don’t you want to get married anymore?” she asked, and Santino smiled.
He walked closer to her and held her hand.
“Thanks. Thank you for making me the happiest man on Earth,” he grinned.
Mirabella smiled, and he pulled her into a warm embrace, still smiling. He rubbed her back slowly as she rested her head on his shoulder.
“Where do you think we should live? Dubai? Spain? Australia?” he asked happily, and she bit her lip.
A part of her wanted to scream and call Vincenzo back. Tell him how much she missed him so badly. She wanted to tell him she got him a surprise package, to share how he occupied her thoughts all day long. But then, he was gone.
“It’s his fault my father got ki||ed in the first place,” she thought and shut her eyes.
“Can you do something for me?” she asked.
“Yes. Anything for you pretty” He replied and she looked right into his eyes.
“Have segz with me!. Please I kinda feel horny” She muttered and he chuckled.
“You don’t have to beg me honey, my Ç0çƙ, body are all yours” He whispered into her eyes and she bit her lip hard.
They climbed upstairs and she removed her gown.
Santino smiled sheepishly seeing her brown milky skin.
He sucked her hardened Ɲīpplë and she exhaled.
She dug her nails into his hair, as he sucked and played with her B-__-bs.
“Uhmmm” She Mõ@ɲed softly, feeling his fingers inside her Pů$$¥.
She exhaled as he gently pushed her to the bed.
She opened her legs wildly as his fingers moved in a fast sync.
“Uhmm She Mõ@ɲed softly.
The moment Santino’s Ďïčk entered the Pů$$¥ hole. She Mõ@ɲed seeing the sensation all over her body.
“Oh my f-__-king goodness!. f-__-k me please!!” She begged, holding him tight.
As his pace increased, it felt like she wanted more of his th-ru_st.
“Ahhh!” She Mõ@ɲed as he kissed her underneath.
She froze feeling his tongue, going up and down in her Pů$$¥. She held the duvet tight as it felt like her entire body was leaving her.
“Ohhhh!!.. ohhhh” She Mõ@ɲed as he teased her with the edge of his teeth.
He looked at her funny, segzy face and smiled.
He kissed her, rolling his tongue at every corner of her mouth.
He rubbed her B-__-bs and squeezed it, gaining a Mõ@ɲ from her.
She looked at him, like she wanted more and he understood.
“f-__-k! f-__-k!” She Mõ@ɲed, rolling her eyes in pleasure.
She felt something drip down her legs and she exhaled softly.
f-__-k!
“San…ouch!” She was cut off with the hard th-ru_st.
He removed his Ďïčk and rubbed her Pů$$¥ again.
He licked his hands and rubbed her underneath.
“f-__-k!” She breathed out.
She turned, $h00ting out her @zz.
He held it firmly before he inserted his Ďïčk into her @zz and she Mõ@ɲed.
“f-__-k!. You’re so thick!” She breathed out as he forced himself fully into her @zz.
As he moved in and out of her @zz,she would Mõ@ɲ out loud.
He held her shoulder and as he increased his pace, hitting her roughly.
𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄:
This is the third girl that Vincenzo is ruthlessly f-__-king the womb out off.
“Ahh!.. Ouch!..” The wh-_-re Mõ@ɲed, holding the table tight.
She was already bleeding but Vincenzo kept slamming In and out of her
He groaned angrily and pulled her hair backwards.
A spanked on her @zz and hot tears rolled down her eyes
“Mas…. Master please!” She cried.
Her vision was getting blurry as time went on.
Vincenzo kept slamming in, pouring all his anger into her Pů$$¥.
She exhaled softly as he pressed his Ďïčk into her Pů$$¥.
“Mummy!” The girl said before blanking out.
Vincenzo pushed her off and she fell on the ground.
Tears rolled down her eyes as she lay unconscious on the ground.
He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and drank directly from it.
His eyes were red as chilling pepper, as sweats rolled down his chest.
He picked up his phone and dialed a number.
“Meet me at Rising Moon Hotel” He said and ended the call instantly.
He took the jacket from the couch and walked out.
“Boss” Vernon called.
“Get my car ready” He muttered and lit his cigar.
*****
𝙂𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙉𝙑𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀 𝙀𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙀:
As the sun’s gentle rays streamed through the window and caressed Mirabella’s face, she turned towards the other side of the bed, letting out a sleepy yawn. Santino, leaning in closer, planted a tender kiss on her cheek.
Slowly, she fluttered her eyes open, greeted by his warm smile. “Good morning, sunshine,” Santino murmured as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.
“Morning,” she mumbled, sniffing the air curiously. She sat up and scanned the room. “What’s that delightful aroma?” she inquired, and Santino couldn’t help but chuckle.
“It’s hot baked chocolate bread and black coffee,” he revealed, retrieving the tray of food. “Oh, thank you,” she replied quietly, accepting the steaming cup of coffee.
She took a sip and grinned. “A tad too sweet!”
“My apologies, still getting used to your taste,” Santino admitted, settling down beside her.
He tenderly ran his fingers through her hair as she continued to savor her coffee.
Santino then turned his attention to the topic of their honeymoon. “Which country do you think would be best for our honeymoon?” he asked, and Mirabella, caught off guard, accidentally dropped her coffee cup.
“I’m not sure,” she replied softly, her gaze downcast. “Any place of your choosing would be fine.”
Santino sensed her hesitation and decided to reassure her. “Mirabella, if you feel like you need more time, that’s perfectly okay,” he whispered, planting a gentle kiss on her shoulder.
“Time for what?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “I agreed to marry you; I wasn’t forced. I just… I just don’t feel ready,” she confessed, avoiding his gaze.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her close. She glanced away, conflicted. “I will always love you, no matter what happens,” he murmured, and finally, she turned to meet his gaze, her eyes filled with emotion.
“You deserve better than me” She said and he shook his head.
“There’s no f-__-king Ɓîtçh, better than you.Mi amor you are the best” He assured her and she smiled.
Her phone rang and she stretched her hand to grab it but Santino took it before she could.
“You can get back to it later” He said and ended the call.
He held her chin and kissed her slowly but deepened, tongue rolling together.
He laid her on the bed and she exhaled softly.
“You’re so beautiful. It feels like I have been bewitched by you” He muttered as he kissed her thighs.
He rubbed her underneath and she exhaled, feeling the cold chilling sensation.
“Dubai or Miami?” He asked, teasing her neck and she Mõ@ɲed.
“I don’t know… Miami?” She asked and he looked at her.
“We are gonna be a couple soon, Stop acting strange” He said and she bit her lip.
His phone rang and he groaned angrily, grabbing it with force.
“What the f-__-k is it?” He asked.
Have you seen the news headlines? Mirabella D’angelo is rumored to be more than what people know her for,” someone remarked from the other end, causing a frown to crease his brow.
“Oh, if that’s all you have to say, then go take a hike!” he snapped, ending the call abruptly.
“Is it about my father?” Mirabella inquired.
“No. Have you tried reaching out to Frederico or Mr. Simon?” he asked, and she nodded.
“I don’t have access to any of my father’s properties. My beauty salon is suffering from low sales due to the false accusations,” she explained, stepping down from the bed.
“What should we do about it?” he asked, following her.
“I don’t know… I just can’t wrap my head around what’s happening,” she muttered.
“That’s all the more reason we should leave. I promise I’ll do my best to be a good husband and father,” he assured, gently holding her cheek.
“Thank you. Thanks for being here for me,” she whispered, embracing him tightly.
𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋
“Okay, this is totally crazy!!” Lorenzo laughed at Vincenzo.
“Really,?” Vincenzo raised his eyebrows, feeling annoyed.
“I can’t not believe that you’re completely going crazy for a woman!. Dude, what the heck were you thinking?” Lorenzo asked, trying to hold his laughter.
“Lorenzo, I swear she’s not what she looks like. She’s so cute and…
“And what!? Cunning and manipulative!?”
He questioned and dropped the bottle of champagne on the table loudly.
“We all know that she’s just like every f-__-king Ɓîtçh outside!. If you desperately want a child, go on and adopt one. Or better still, get married to the president’s daughter. Pearl is young, beautiful and most importantly, she’s innocent” He said and Vincenzo glared at him.
“What!?? Not like I’m saying the f-__-king truth. Pearl is better off than her” Lorenzo rolled his eyes.
“Meeting you was a terrible choice,” Vincenzo remarked as he downed the contents of his glass.
“I heard your team found footage of Escobar. What’s your plan for that? You need to put aside your personal issues and concentrate on this matter,” Lorenzo advised, his gaze fixed on him.
“It’s my fight, not yours. Keep your attention on your video games,” he hissed, walking out of the VIP Room.
𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙐𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙏
“Here’s your order,” a lovely waitress announced, delicately placing the dish on the table.
Marco responded with a smile as she walked away. His attention returned to the television, and he couldn’t help but scoff.
“The D’angelo family, finally taken down,” he muttered, tapping his pen on the table.
He adjusted his glass as he spotted Isabella and Diego entering the restaurant. His eyes caught a man dressed entirely in black, discreetly taking pictures of Isabella and Diego.
“Have you been waiting for long?” Isabella inquired, taking her seat.
“No, just in time,” he replied with a smile, turning his attention to Diego.
“Hello.”
“Hello,” Marco responded.
He couldn’t help but notice that the person seated next to him was making a phone call while glancing in his direction, which made him smirk.
“It’s interesting how people underestimate me,” he remarked, and Isabella raised an eyebrow.
“What do you mean? Underestimate you? How?” She asked, her curiosity piqued, and Marco’s expression shifted.
“Nothing. Just referring to the show,” he said and smiled, glaring at Diego.
“I don’t like the way you look at me,” Diego said, and Marco laughed.
“It’s nothing personal. So let’s get down to business,” he said, bringing out a file.
“What do you think?” he asked, looking at Isabella.
“It’s fine with me. What about my little sister? How do you take care of her?”
“Take care of her? Who? Mirabella?” he asked, and she nodded.
“You must be out of your mind. She’s mine, and I’m never going to abandon her,” he said firmly.
“Ah, so you’re always obsessed with her?” Diego asked with a silly smile.
“Of course. She’s better than a drug addict who ki||ed her husband!” Marco replied and looked at Isabella.
“Isn’t that true, Isabella?” he questioned, and she swallowed.
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