Dirty Moans With My Husband's Father

Episode5

OLIVIA

I WANT TO BE FULLY INVOLVED IN YOUR LIFE.

My father-in-law's words from earlier today keep ringing in my ears, making it harder for me to sleep.

I'm standing here on the balcony watching the night sky, while trying to understand what route my life just took.

Just yesterday, I was a faithful wife to my husband. And now, I'm sleeping with his father, and I'm not even sure why I'm doing it.

I love my husband. Yeah, it's shitty to admit. But I still love him. I think I'm always gonna love him. And regardless of how much he treats me like s**t, I've never thought about cheating on him. Or divorcing him.

I know that makes me stupid. I fell in love once and hard. Can't blame me.

But if I did want to cheat on him, I never imagined it would be with his Father. I've never looked at Don Antonio that way. Never once lusted over him. All I've ever had eyes on was my husband. So this whole thing happening between me and him is all weird and complicated.

A part of me likes it, not gonna lie. It feels good to have male attention in such a dominating way. It feels fantastic. But another part of me knows if I continue with that, my life's gonna get messed up.

Don Antonio isn't an easy man. He's going to want more than just s*x. He'll want to own me. He'll get involved in every bit of my life. He'll go to hell just to have me. And I don't think I'm mentally ready to handle such a level of attention. Especially from a man as dominating and obsessive as him.

So before it all gets out of hand, I think I should put an end to this. I should stay far away from him. For my own good.

My phone buzzes in my grip and I check to see who the caller is. I smile at the name on the screen. Michael. My cousin.

“Hello, dear,” I answer softly. It's been a while since we spoke. It's been two years since I last saw him. Bruno wouldn't let me go visit them.

“What the hell, Olivia? How could you do this?!”

“What is it?” I ask, getting panicked by the anger and frustration in his voice.

“I thought you knew where your loyalty truly belonged. You might be married to an Italian underboss but you're an American heiress. Your loyalty should be with us! Not with him!”

“I don't understand what you're talking about…”

“Your husband just claimed ¼ of the company's shares. He showed a document that you signed. How could you?”

“Wait. What are you talking about? I never signed off any shares to my Father's company.”

“God, I knew it!” Michael clenches out. It feels like he's punching the air. “I knew that man was lying. That f*****g crook!”

I try to control my emotions. But I can't. I need to confront Bruno immediately. He might mess with me and treat me like s**t. But I'll never let him mess with my late father's company. It's the only thing I have left.

“Livie, he has your signature. That snake of a husband has your signature. What are you gonna do?” Michael asks more calmly now.

“I'll…I'll call you back, please,” I say and end the call.

I grab my robe and hurry out of my room. I head downstairs and lucky me, he's seated on the sofa in the living room, having some romantic time with his mistress.

“Bruno!” I yell and his head snaps in my direction. “What the hell did you do to my Father's company?”

He rolls his eyes and continues whispering a bunch of rubbish into his mistress's ear. She's back to giggling.

“Bruno!” I yell even louder now.

He stands on his feet with a grunt. “The f**k, Olivia! So what if I took some shares from your father's company? You're my wife. Everything you have belongs to me.”

“You're insane. You've lost your mind.”

“Have I? I don't see it though. Those shares are yours which makes them mine. And now they're hers.” He points to his mistress. “It's a little early gift for when she finally gives birth to my heir.”

My heart bursts open in bitterness and rage. I would have tolerated any excuse from him. It'd have even been better if he'd told me he just wanted to squander those shares. Or that he took those shares to spite me. Any reason would have been better than this.

“You took my shares to give them to your pauper of a mistress?”

“How dare you call me that?” She snaps, getting on her feet.

I've never had the urge to hit her as much as I do now. But God, I'm holding myself back so hard.

“Isabella Romano. You're from an average family. Your Father sold Coke to survive. Your mother was a crackhead. You sold your p***y to get through college. You're nothing compared to me. And you might have stolen my husband but I'll never let you have my shares. If you wanted shares, you should have asked your father to be as hardworking as mine was!”

My outburst shook the walls of the room. She looks like she's about to cry. And then out of the blue, she lands me a resounding slap.

Fuck! That f*****g hurts!

I don't wait a second before I return the favor, slapping the living daylight out of her. She falls backwards but Bruno is quick to catch her.

“You little American w***e!” He bellows, coming for me. He grabs me in an excruciating chokehold. I tap his hand countlessly, begging him to free me. But his grip is as hard as steel. He does seem like he wants to kill me for real.

“I should just kill you and get this over and done with!” He confesses with clenched teeth.

I'm choking and struggling. My eyes are slowly shutting from how tight his grip is crushing my windpipe.

The gunshots interrupt the moment, making him quickly let go of me. I drop to the floor coughing helplessly while tears roll down my face.

My vision is blurred with tears but I can still see the man standing on the staircase holding a gun.

He looks every bit like the devil he truly is. But also like my savior. Like the man who'd begged to be fully involved in my life.

“Touch her again and I won't fail to put a f*****g bullet in that head of yours. Son.” He threatens coldly.

“Father!” Bruno gasps in disbelief.