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“I love you too,” he said.
 


 

“I love you... because you complete me even when I’m full of faults, you are the reason my world has turned into a happier place, promise me you will never ever leave me alone as my parents did”
 


 

He kissed my forehead and took my face in his hands," Baby, I promise I’ll never leave you alone no matter what, you will always be my girl, my queen, my everything..." I smiled and put my laid my head on his chest.
 


 

“Baby..” he whispered,
 


 

“Hm...?” I replied.
 


 

“Let’s go outside,” he said.
 


 

I raised my head and asked, “Now?”
 


 

“Yes. ”
 


 

I thought for a second and biting my lip with excitement. “Ok, let’s go,” I said.
 


 

We got up from the bed and got dressed, Enzo interlocking his fingers with mine. We stepped inside the elevator; the doors closed with a cheerful ding. We looked at each other; I smiled at him. He kissed my hand, I pulled our interlocked hand and kissed on the back of his hand. The doors opened with a cheerful ding, we stepped outside the elevator and walked through the living area we reached the main door. Enzo’s bodyguard opened the door, and we stepped outside the mansion. Walking towards his garage, he pulled his mobile out of his pocket and called someone, I hear him saying “è fatta?” [Is it done?]
 


 

“Bene”[good]
 


 

I don’t know what the hell he was saying, but I was so excited to go out with him, his driver ran to us.
 


 

“No, guido io,” [No, I’ll drive] Enzo said to his driver. He nodded and walked back. Enzo opened the door of his black Bugatti Veyron. It was so beautiful to look at, I got inside and the interior was mesmerizing.
 


 

He got inside and started the engine, he drove us out of the mansion through tall trees covered either side of the road, we reached a place covered with trees like it was a dead-end, there was no road only a path which leads into the trees. It was a little scary. Enzo opened the car door and extended his hand. I took his hand and stepped out of the car.
 


 

He put his hand on the small of my back leading me through the thick grove, suddenly he stopped walking, I looked up at him and he motions me to look at something; I turned my head to look at the way he’s motioned me to look at.
 


 

“Wow!!!!” Was the only word came out of my mouth, It was so gorgeous. The beach was so beautiful, The sea’s shoreline was lighted neon blue in the most magical manner the light was emitting from water, it was glowing beautifully. Every time a wave hits the shore it’s glowing brighter than before.
 


 

The gentle surges of water lapping up against the shoreline were glowing with radiance dotted with bright specks of light, much like the stars that were just starting to light up overhead. Every movement of the illumination.
 


 

“Say something,” he said, I turned to him.
 


 

“Th...this so beautiful,” I said with a smile and ran towards the water giggling like a kid.
 


 

My every step left a glowing footprint in its wake.
 


 

I turned towards Enzo who was walking towards me with his hands in his pockets.
 


 

“See my footprints, they’re glowing,” I said giggling and jumping on the water which left my footprints on the sand, I bent down and started writing his name with mine and a heart symbol with it.
 


 

“Let’s take some photos, come” I pulled him to me, He took his phone out, and we clicked selfies, I bent down and took some water in my hands and threw water above us he quickly clicked the picture, it was so beautifully captured. Water was falling over our heads but wasn’t touching us, it was so good. He took photos and videos of me writing our names, jumping on the water, running around like a kid. I ran to him wrapping my hands around his waist. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me.
 


 

He built a campfire near the beach and sat on the sand near to the fire; I sat on his lap in a way that I can look at him.
 


 

We stayed there like that for some time, suddenly out of nowhere I wanted to tell him everything that happened to me. I don’t want to hide things from him.
 


 

“Enzo...” I said looking up at him, he looked down at me. “Do you remember that day when I almost got raped by him?” I asked he nodded his head.
 


 

“He was my mother’s stepbrother, my grandma Janet died when I was 11 years old, My grandfather after 3 years of her death got married to a woman called Mary Ann, she had a 25-year-old son, His name was Brian Wilson. I first saw him on their wedding day.”
 


 

*****
 


 

Flashback
 


 

After the wedding, we went to our grandpa’s house there was a private party held in our backyard. I was enjoying the party with my cousins.
 


 

“You look so beautiful in this dress,” Jose my cousin, complimented me.
 


 

“Thank you, you look good too,” I said touching her cheek.

 

"Venessa!"

 My mom called me and asked me to bring the gift we brought for my grandpapa which was in our room.
 


 

I went inside the house and walked through the living room to reach our room which was on the 1st floor; I climbed the stair. As I was walking through the hallway, I heard some weird noises from the room beside my mom’s room; I opened the door saw Brian fucking my aunty, My father’s younger sister from behind.

 

 she was bent over the bed with her hands tied behind her back with blindfolds on her eyes. I was too shocked to react; he saw me standing there and smirked at me, while continued what he was doing. He was staring me and slapping her ass, she was gasping and asking him to do it faster; she was moaning his name, she’s Jose and Joseph’s mother, she’s cheating on my uncle Kevin, who loves her a lot.

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