Tangled Hearts

Chapter One

Anabelle Acosta's Pov

My eyes snapped open as I turned to look beside me, only to catch the eyes of Silvio, who gave me a raged stare just as he stood up from the bed and left the room.

I felt confused, we had been in a relationship for two years now and he always made me feel like I was a burden to him, something he could use and discard whenever he wanted.

I had done all I could for him, even gave up many things but he still doesn't see me as anything but a house woman. I always thought we would be married before we made love but last night, he had been drunk and so was I too.

I had been so mad he hadn't been home for a week that I popped open a bottle of alcohol and coupled with my quick drunk self, I was pretty drunk in just two shots. When he came back smelling like beer, he had taken me into his arms and made love to me passionately.

Last night was blurry due to the alcohol but I know what I felt. We had never classified ourselves as either boyfriend and girlfriend or fiancé and it had been good.

We lived together and he owned a very rich and moving company. My eyes snapped forward as I heard the door fly open and I snagged at the blanket, dragging it to my neck to cover the last bits of dignity I had left.

“What happened was a mistake, it should never had happened, so don't think too much about it, I'll transfer some funds into your account later today for compensation”

He glared hard at me and I swallowed even as my heart pricked painfully at his words.

This was my first time having s*x and with him too, I had loved him for so long and this felt like a dream come true but way too forward and not at all what I expected.

“You have nothing to say? Fine” He swirled on his feet and left the bed room, slamming the door behind him hard enough that I jumped in alarm.

My alarm began to ring loudly and I quickly disabled it, it was already nine in the morning and that was the time I always set every Saturday.

I sighed as I left the bed and begin for the bathroom where I washed up thoroughly and dressed up before going downstairs to start cleaning. I was very neat and you could see that from the whole furniture in the mansion.

Silvio was a rich man, he was also built too, but he was too quick to anger and detested me so much or so I thought, last night's tryst brought a smile to my lips that I quickly tamped down.

It hadn't been so when we first got together and my heart ached in longing for when we were together at first and yes I knew I could leave him if I wanted to but I loved him too much and always felt my love would be enough for the both of us but clearly it wasn't enough for him at all.

But ever since a year ago, he had turned cold and distant, always leaving the house at odd times and coming back mostly bruised and bleeding.

And most of them were gunshot wounds, I would tend to them before he lashed out and chased me away from his side.

I didn't know what he was involved in and knew he wouldn't ever tell me so I had no right to assume and with that I knew I had to keep my lips shut.

After all I was just an orphan when he met me, I didn't know who my biological parents were and I had begun not to care at all any longer.

As I began to clean the sofas, my cell phone dinged loudly and I furrowed my brows in question before going to check it out.

“Payment Transfer of 1.5 million Euro into the account of Anabelle Acosta”

I staggered with hurt, he was paying me off like I was merely a slut he used to satisfy his

desires.

I had his account number with me and without much preamble, I tapped a few times on my phone and sent the money back to him.

He had no right to treat me like a prostitute, I hadn't stood at a junction waiting for him last night and he could have never been drunk so much he couldn't control himself.

It took thirty seconds for him to put a call across to me and I picked it up.

“I saw your transfer, I will send you more than that, I didn't know you wouldn't like it” And he disconnected the call.

I sighed as a pang of frustration rushed through me but as always I pushed them to the side before going on with my work.

When I was done, I whipped up something to eat and left the house after I was done.

I visited so many places in the city to get inspirations for my paintings. I finally settled down at the park where some kids ran around playfully and cheerfully with their parents chasing after them, all of them had smiles on their faces. I was inspired to paint such happy faces.

I've always loved painting ever since as I could remember. It has always been the only thing that gave me a momentory release from my problems.

I never had that, my caregivers at the orphanage were all wicked and always treated me much more badly than the other children there.

I later learnt that they had picked me up, abandoned on the streets, unlike the other kids, who were brought to the orphanage by parents who paid a significant amount of money for their upkeep.

It had hurt so much when I learnt about that but after some kind words from the working cleaner there, I was good as new but still left feeling sad.

I wished I had parents daily but what can I do when I firmly believed that they didn't want me at all, if they did, they wouldn't have abandoned me at such a tender age.

I sighed deeply as I stood up and walked to go buy ice cream before I began back home.

It was getting late already and I didn't want to stay out again.

When I got back, I found the house to be empty and a sharp feeling of sadness washed over me as I sat down on a sofa but then nausea rolled through my stomach and I quickly stood up from the sofa before I ran over to the floor toilet and puked my whole belly out.

I was left feeling weak after that and I resisted the urge to groan at how weak and hot I felt.

Taking two aspirin tablet, I washed up before climbing into the bed and sleeping off.

I saved up the thought that I would go visit the doctor tomorrow to know if something was wrong with me.