Page 160 of His Cursed Heart

Sedate him.

How can he even suggest that? My son isn't a freaking toy they can play with.

My movements stop when I realize what I said.

My son.

I just called Vince my son.

I'd be lying if I say that I don't love that little dare devil. He, just like his sister, captured my heart without

even asking if it's okay. They made all the past forgotten. I don't even know how I survived without them.

Vincent is my son.

I don't care about his blood or who his father was.

Vincent is mine.

And now that I'm thinking about it, Vincent isn't Althea's brother. Now that I know Althea has a different father, I know that the pair of them aren't related either.

But somehow, we fit like three puzzle pieces.

And I will do everything in my power to give Vincent and me the person we both love more than the air we breathe.

“What do you want to watch?” Everette asks me while we sit down on the sofa.

After the talk we had in the pool and the passionate sex that made my body surrounded to my husband’s, we came in the house to ‘spend time together’ as he said.

I said that spending time together counts also as fucking.

Everette didn’t even want to hear it.

I know he’s tired after all the talk with the Famiglia and the nights in which we slept in different beds, and I appreciate that he wants to stay up with me. I don’t think it’s labeled as a ‘tradition’ but since I was raped, I can’t find myself to sleep on my birthday.

It doesn’t matter that they died. Sometimes, I can still feel their dirty hands on me and the rough way they managed my body. They are everywhere and I hate the power they still have over me.

Sometimes, I feel Hanibal too. In the same room as me, watching me sleep, eat, breathe. Sometimes, I feel his breathe down my neck and all I want to cut myself until I feel just pain. And I know he’s laughing like a

madman when I go crazy at the thought of being haunted.

Everything I do feels like a play in which Hanibal and the three nightmares of mine are the directors. Like they allow me to be happy, not because I deserve.

A hand on my thigh makes me flinch and I look at Everette’s soft face looking at me with worry. Will it ever be a time where I would be happy and Everette wouldn’t have to worry about the demons in my head?

Because if not, I just want to die and let him and Vince live their life.

Not even my own mother wants me.

It’s all a curse.

“Corpse Bride please.” I say with a smile and kiss his cheek. I feel like kissing him all the time. His skin is so soft but my favorite part is his beard.

“Is it sexy?”

“Ew, no,” I laugh and steal the remoter from his hand.

I lean down until my back stays on the couch and feel Everette’s hand on my shoulder. I hold back my smile and put the blanket over us, preparing to watch my favorite movie.

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