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29.𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕠

Myra's POV.

It's been a week now since I'm a so-called married woman. A week in NYC. I missed my friends so much,I miss my mum.
A week without my mum. We just call, sometimes we do video calls.
Everyday with Dante, he's just showing me much he hate me. We don't even talk.
And I also miss Vincenzo. Too. Much really.

Today he said he's mum is coming for weekend, I'm so glad. At least,I get to chat with her, she's such a nice woman.

He's gone to work. Since last week that he did does unholy things to me,I couldn't help seeing without recalling the scene.

But he quit sleeping in the room,he always sleep in his office or sometimes he doesn't even come back home.
This is a living hell!
It's suffocating. I'm tired.

Every night,he always come back home with a bitch,his whore. Different. Type of bitches.

I hate that it hurt me so much.
Its his goddamn life. Why do I even care. Who he's with? Or whatever the fuck he does.

I hate him. Right?

Yes!

A dimly lit room, late at night. I sits on my bed, clutching my phone tightly, my heart racing as I processes the call I just received.

Stalker: (voice breaks through the static) Myra. So nice to hear your voice again.

Myra: (nervously) What do you want,?

Stalker: You know what I want. I need you to come to the address I sent you.

Myra: (panic rising) Why would I do that? You're not making any sense!

Stalker: (chuckles softly) Oh, I think it makes perfect sense. You've been avoiding me, and I can't have that.

Myra: (voice trembling) I don't want anything to do with you! You've crossed so many lines already.

Stalker: (his tone shifts, growing ominous) You're making this harder than it needs to be, Myra. I just want to see you. Just a short visit.

Myra: (desperate) This isn't a game, idiot! You can't just keep showing up and demanding things.

Stalker: (thinly veiled menace) It's not a demand. It's an order. You have to understand, I don't like being ignored.

Myra: I'm not coming-

Stalker: (voice softens threateningly) Think of it as an opportunity. You don't want to see what happens if you ignore my invitation.

Myra: (voice breaking) I'm calling the police,.

Stalker: (mockingly) Oh, Myra, that won't help you. They can't protect you from me. You know that, right?

(The line goes dead. I stares at my phone, trembling as I realizes the gravity of my situation.)

"And who was that?"
I could feel the weight of his stare before I even looked up. When I finally did, I was met with a pair of piercing grey eyes that seemed to see right through me. I didn't know how long he had been standing there, but now he was demanding to know who I was speaking to on the phone his tone laced with a hint of anger.

His voice was like a magnet pulling me in and making it impossible to focus on anything else. It was so hard to think straight when we were alone in his room, my thoughts consumed by him.

"It's umm...a...

My grip on my phone tightened as I struggled to find the right words to say to him. I was at a loss my mind racing with nerves and anticipation.

"It's a friend"

"Name?"

He asked me,I couldn't tear my gaze away from his intense grey eyes even as he reached for a towel and pulled off his shirt. The sight of his bare chest only made me more nervous and I found myself involuntarily biting my lip.