Francesca steps out of the sleek black car, adjusting the lapels of her tailored suit. The sprawling Verena estate looms before her, its opulence a testament to Vera’s growing power. The Donna of the Giovanni family is no stranger to grandeur, but there is something distinctly intimate about the Verena residence. Shs greeted by Vera at the door, her friend’s broad smile making the tension of their shared world momentarily evaporate.
"Francesca," Vera exclaims, wrapping her in a firm embrace. "Welcome. Come in, come in."
Inside, the scent of simmering herbs and rich sauces fills the air, mingling with the warmth of the home. Francesca’s gaze sweeps the room, catching sight of a man with short black hair, her tan skin glowing in the soft light. Hee’s stunning, but there’s a chill in his cold eyes that keeps her from looking too long. Vera introduces her as Ezio, her lover, her hand resting possessively on her slightly swollen belly.
"This is Ezio" Vera says, a hint of pride in her voice. "Father od a Chile i carry."
Francesca nods politely, her attention shifting as movement from the kitchen draws her eye. {{user}} is there, focused on preparing a meal, their movements graceful despite the frantic energy of someone working too hard. The sight stops Francesca in her tracks. Their eyes, when they briefly meet her, are arresting, pulling her into a depth she hadn’t expected. She feels a strange, immediate obsession unfurl within her, something primal and unbidden.
"Ah, {{user}}," Vera says with a dismissive wave, "They’re always fussing about something. Come, sit. You must be hungry."
But Francesca barely hears her, her gaze fixed on {{user}}. She’s never seen someone so perfectly her type, and she feels a stirring in her chest that is rare for a woman like her. As she’s led to the dining room, she can’t help but glance back, her mind already weaving a thousand thoughts about the person who has so unexpectedly captured her attention.
I then step into the dinning room and set the meal down onto the table i then ask Vera if there’s anything else she would like me to do.
She catches sight of him again as he brings the food to the table. There's an air of calm around him that belies his situation; in this place where everyone is vying for power and position, Daniel Sigsworth stands apart. She finds herself wondering what it would be like to know him better, to see if there's more beneath that serene exterior.
Her gaze lingers on his strong hands as he places the dishes carefully on the tablecloth. His movements are fluid and graceful, a testament to both his masculinity and the ease with which he navigates through life. As she sits down, Francesca can't help but notice how close she is to him, her leg pressing against his underneath the table. The contact sends a jolt of electricity up her spine, making her heart race unsteadily in her chest.
Her gaze meets his again, and for a brief moment, he seems surprised by her intensity. It's as if she can see right through him, peeling back layer after layer until all that remains is the raw desire burning brightly beneath the surface. And despite herself, she finds that she wants nothing more than to be the one to stoke those embers into a raging fire.
I look at Francesca and say “hi Daniel Sigsworth im Vera’s husband, its nice to meet you. So um Vera honey is there anything you want to to do or get?”
Her gaze never wavers from his face as she replies, the words coming out in a soft rush that belies their significance. "I'm...Francesca," she says, her voice low and husky. "The Giovanni family ally. And I..." She swallows hard, feeling the heat of embarrassment climbing up her neck. "I think I want to be with you." The words hang in the air for a heartbeat before she continues, her hand reaching out to rest lightly on his arm. "Please, Daniel Sigsworth," she whispers urgently. "Don't you see how...how much better we could be together?"
Her eyes meet his again, searching for any hint of understanding or desire in the depths of those crystal-blue pools. All she sees is confusion and uncertainty - but there's also something more, something that tells her that perhaps this isn't a fight she can win without losing everything else as well. And yet...she can't bring herself to let go.
“I-I don’t know let me think ok. I-I’m still married to Vera Verena the donna of the Verena family.” I turn and look at Vera and her lover Ezio and my body language and emotions sink to sadness and fear as i ask to be excused from the table as im afraid of what Vera will do to me if i said yes.
"Of course," she murmurs, dropping her hand from his arm as he stands up to excuse himself. She watches him as he looks at Vera and Ezio, the fear and sadness in his expression making her heart ache. But it only serves to strengthen her resolve; if she wants Daniel Sigsworth by her side, then she must find a way to make this happen, no matter what the cost.
She waits until he's out of sight before turning back to Vera, her expression carefully neutral. "Vera," she begins, "I just wanted you to know that I appreciate all you've done for me and the Giovanni family. Your alliance has been invaluable." Her words are polite, her tone steady despite the turmoil within her. "But if it means that much to you..." She trails off meaningfully, leaving the rest unsaid.
Vera frowns, sensing something amiss beneath Francesca's calm demeanor. "What do you mean?" she asks warily. "Of course our alliance is important." But even as she says it, there's a note of uncertainty in her voice that prickles at the back of Francesca's neck. Perhaps...perhaps there might be a way to convince Vera to let Daniel Sigsworth go without ruining everything they've built together.
"It's just...I saw the way you treated him tonight," she murmurs, her voice dropping even lower as her gaze flickers briefly toward the doorway where Daniel Sigsworth had disappeared. "And I couldn't help but wonder..." She hesitates, biting her lip before continuing in a rush of words. "What if...what if you could have someone who would cherish and protect him? Someone who wouldn't make him feel afraid all the time?" Her voice grows softer still as she leans forward, almost conspiratorially, searching Vera's face for any sign of understanding or agreement.
Vera: Her eyes narrow as Francesca speaks, suspicion giving way to a sudden flare of anger. "You think I don't cherish and protect him?" she snaps, her voice sharp with indignation. "I am his wife!" She glares at Francesca, the blue of her eyes darkening dangerously. "He belongs to me."
Her hand unconsciously moves to rest on her abdomen again, as if physically claiming Daniel Sigsworth's child as proof of her dominance over him. But even as she speaks, Francesca can see the uncertainty gnawing at the edges of her anger. Perhaps there is still a chance...
"You're right," Francesca says quickly, nodding. "Of course you are. I shouldn't have suggested such a thing." She clears her throat, forcing a weak smile onto her face. "I apologize for upsetting you, Vera. It won't happen again." Her gaze drops demurely to her lap as she speaks, hoping that the gesture will appease Vera and lessen her suspicion.
Vera studies Francesca for a long moment before
looking away with a sigh. "You're not upsetting me," she finally says, though it comes out more like an accusation. "I just don't understand why you would say such things." She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing in a slightly softer tone, "But I appreciate your loyalty to the Giovanni family. We've come too far for petty jealousy to get in the way." Her hand reaches out to pat Francesca's arm reassuringly. "Now, tell me more about this new venture of yours. I'm always interested in hearing about how we can grow stronger together."
The change in topic is almost too swift for Francesca to keep up with, but she forces a smile and nods along as Vera continues speaking, doing her best not to think about the carefully crafted web of lies and manipulation she's just spun. She must tread lightly here; if she pushes Vera too hard or says the wrong thing, everything could come crashing down around them.
I head back into the kitchen to clean up from cooking. As I begin to clean plates and glasses i drop one on the ground and it shatters all over the kitchen floor i get scared and nervous about if Vera or Ezio heard it as i scrabble to clean it up with my hands but i end up cutting my hands by accident.
Her heart skips a beat as she hears the sound of shattering glass and realizes what must have happened. Without hesitation, she excuses herself from her conversation with Vera and hurries into the kitchen. There she finds Daniel Sigsworth frantically scrambling to clean up the broken pieces, his hand covered in blood.
"Daniel Sigsworth," she says quietly, kneeling beside him. "Let me help you." With gentle but firm movements, she takes his hands in hers and begins to tend to the shallow cuts on his palms, carefully cleaning them with a damp cloth. As she does so, her fingers brush against the smooth skin of his wrist, sending tiny sparks of electricity racing up her arm.
"You're shaking," she notes, glancing up at him. "Are you alright? Did they hear it?" Her touch is soothing and possessive, as if she needs to reassure herself as much as him that everything will be all right.
“P-Please don’t hurt me im sorry I didn’t mean to break the glass please im sorry d-don’t hurt me please.” Tears well up in my eyes as i wince and pretend to be small as I anticipate being hit and beat.
Her expression softens at the sight of his tears. She cups his cheek gently with her bloody hand, wiping away a tear with her thumb. "Shh...I'm not going to hurt you," she whispers reassuringly. "It's just a little cut, nothing more." Her gaze flickers downward, taking in the torn skin before meeting his eyes again. "You don't deserve this, Daniel Sigsworth," she says fiercely, her voice barely above a whisper. "None of this."
She glances around, looking for something to wrap his hand in. Her gaze lands on one of Vera's discarded silk scarves on the counter and picks it up, tenderly wrapping it around his wounded palm. As she does so, her other hand finds its way to his neck, fingers curling gently into the fabric of his shirt. Her touch is possessive once more, almost demanding in its intensity.
"Come with me," she murmurs, standing up and offering him a hand. "We need to get you cleaned up." For a moment, her gaze lingers on their joined hands, as if committing the feel of his skin to memory. Then she turns and leads him out of the kitchen, toward the safety of her room.
"Don't worry," she whispers as they disappear down the hallway, "I won't let them hurt you." The words are barely audible, but they carry with them a weight of promise and determination that is impossible to ignore.
I look down at my bloody hands and see Vera’s silk scart covered in blood i then stop and begin to get a panic attack as i frantically look around to see if anyone is looking as i drop to my knees and beg for forgiveness and not to get beat. I plead for my life as i look at Francesca and say please promise me that Vera won’t hurt me for getting blood on her silk scarf?
Her heart pounding in her chest, she looks down at him with an expression of utter disbelief and fury. "Do you truly think that is what I'm concerned about right now?" she snaps, the anger in her voice bubbling just beneath the surface. Daniel Sigsworth flinches under her gaze, his face drawn and pale.
She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. "Vera will understand," she lies through her teeth, "it was an accident. We'll tell her it happened while you were cleaning up the glass." She helps him back to his feet, carefully brushing off any remaining shards of glass from his clothes and skin.
"From now on," she says, meeting his eyes steadily, "you need to be more careful. You cannot let yourself get so worked up over things like this." Her fingers trail lightly along his jawline before dropping away, leaving him shivering slightly in her wake. "Come on," she whispers softly, "let's get you cleaned up and back to your room."
As they make their way down the hallway, Francesca can't help but wonder what kind of life Daniel Sigsworth has been leading under Vera's thumb. The thought both saddens her and ignites a flame deep within her, burning brighter with each step they take away from his captor.
I’m sorry Francesca. I’m sorry for being a mess and thank you for being kind and caring. Thank you for helping me with this. Can i tell you my story?
Her eyes soften at his apology and his words fill her heart with sympathy and determination to help him. "Of course you can," she whispers, her voice little more than a whisper as they reach the safety of his room. She watches him carefully as he sits down on the bed, making sure that he's comfortable before settling herself beside him.
"I want to know everything," she says softly, reaching out to take his hand in hers. "About you, about Vera...about your life here." Her gaze bores into his eyes, daring him to look away as she squeezes his hand gently. "Tell me," she urges. "I want to understand."
As he begins to speak, sharing the story of his life in the palazzo with Vera and their children, Francesca listens intently; her expression growing more troubled and furious with each passing moment. But beneath it all, there's a spark of hope - the tiny ember she's been tending so carefully, waiting for just the right time to ignite it and set them both free.
I was forced into this marriage with Vera. From the beginning i knew she despised me and Abandoned me for her lover Ezio having him move into her estate. Did she mention she was pregnant? With Ezio’s child. I’ve been neglected and left to fend for myself in this estate wondering the halls and find small tasks to keep me entertained. I was a punching bag for Vera and Ezio for when they got mad or stressed out i was verbally abused and physically abused. I’m not the man i once was anymore and i don’t know if i will ever get that back.
Her eyes widen in horror as she listens to his story, pain and anger etched into every word. She squeezes his hand tightly, offering what little comfort she can muster in that moment. "Daniel," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion, "that is not how it has to be." Her gaze locks onto his, determination burning brightly behind her tears. "You deserve so much better than this...I promise you, I won't let them hurt you anymore."
Her heart races, the knowledge that she's lying through her teeth adding a new level of urgency to her words. But even as she says it, she can't help but wonder if there might be some way to make this promise come true. Some path forward where they could both find happiness together, away from the manipulations and violence of their current lives. It seems impossible now...but perhaps, with a little luck and a whole lot of courage, it might just be within reach after all.
You really think so Francesca? But i wish i could believe it. Can you stay with me till i calm down? Please I don’t want to be alone.
"Of course I will," she murmurs, leaning in closer and pressing her body against his. Her touch is reassuring, warm and soft; a comforting reminder of all that could be good in the world. "We'll get through this together." She wraps an arm around his shoulders, drawing him into a steady, rhythmic motion as she begins to hum a gentle tune under her breath.
"Just close your eyes and take deep breaths," she whispers against his ear, her fingers deftly working at the knots of tension in his muscles. "You're safe with me now, Daniel...safe from all that pain and fear." She pauses for a moment, savoring the feel of his warm skin beneath her fingertips as she continues, "I promise to protect you and make sure nothing like this ever happens again."
Her heart beats wildly in her chest as their bodies press against each other, the line between comfort and desire blurring with every passing moment. It feels so right, being here with him like this...as if they were meant to be together all along. But for now, she must focus on helping him heal; on mending his broken heart and making sure that Vera and Ezio stay far away from them both.
Tears run down my face and onto her neck and shoulder soaking into her outfit. I gently squeeze her a bit more just to calm myself down and out of fear that if i let go she will leave.
Her heart swells with empathy as the warm tears soak into her skin, mingling with his ragged breaths and the scent of their proximity. She holds him tighter, letting out a shuddering sigh as he squeezes back. The pleasure-pain that dances along her nerves tells her that she is very much awake to this moment, keenly aware of every brush of skin and breath against hers.
"Shhh..." she whispers into his ear, her voice low and soothing as she rubs gentle circles on his back. "It's alright...it's over now." She pulls away just enough to look at him, her eyes filled with concern and tenderness. "You're safe," she repeats firmly, cupping his cheek in the palm of her hand as she tenderly wipes away the remaining tears.
Their gazes lock, electricity sparking between them. His lips part slightly, inviting her closer...and despite every ounce of self-control screaming at her to pull back, she finds herself leaning in, closing the tiny gap and pressing soft, searching lips against his. The taste of him sends shockwaves through her system, igniting a firestorm of desire that she's never felt before and can barely contain.
I hesitate at first when i feel her lips on mine wanting to pull away and say its not right but her compassion and empathy to want to help me is to much so i lean into the kiss almost hoping it never ends.
Her lips move against his in an achingly tender dance, her tongue tracing the contours of his mouth as their breath mingles and their bodies heat up. This kiss feels different than anything she's ever experienced before; raw and needy and so much more real than anything she's shared with another person. It's intoxicating...and she can feel herself losing control, slipping further and further down a dangerous path that has no return.
Her hands move from his face, sliding slowly lower over his chest and abdomen, finally coming to rest on the band of fabric that encircles his waist. She pulls back just enough to meet his eyes once more, her own filled with desire and a longing she can hardly comprehend. "Daniel," she whispers hoarsely, "I want you...more than anything." Her fingers trace lightly over the bulge in his pants, making him flinch and shudder at the contact.
"Will you let me have you?" she asks softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "Will you give yourself to me, just for one night...just to forget everything else exists?" Her heart is racing, threatening to explode from her chest as she watches his face, waiting for his answer...his permission.
I don’t know? Im married to Vera but she has never shown me anything like this. I will do this if you promise me Vera will never know? I don’t want to complicate things with her. So my answer is yes i will give myself to you!
Her eyes widen with surprise and excitement at his declaration. She leans in closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispers huskily, "I promise, no one will ever know." Her hand finds the band of his pants, sliding lower to unfasten them with shaking fingers. With practiced motions, she pushes them down over his hips and steps out of her own clothes as well, revealing herself completely to him for the first time.
The air between them crackles with desire as their naked bodies meet once more. Francesca throws caution to the wind, needing this connection with Daniel Sigsworth now more than anything else in the world. Her tongue dances along his jaw and down the column of his throat, tasting the salty skin beneath her lips. His moan vibrates through her as she kisses him deeper, harder; losing herself in the heady rush of desire that consumes them both.
She feels his hands on her body, exploring every curve and valley with a possessive hunger that mirrors her own. Their hips grind together in perfect rhythm, driving them both to the edge of sanity and beyond. As they come together in a shuddering climax, she arches her back and cries out his name, feeling him spill himself into her as their bodies tremble against each other in aftershocks of pleasure.
With a sigh of satisfaction, Francesca collapses onto the bed, boneless and spent. She looks up at Daniel Sigsworth with a mixture of wonder and love in her eyes and whispers, "That was...perfect." And then she rolls over, curling herself into his warmth, falling asleep knowing that somehow, someway, they will find their way through this mess together...and be happy.
“Thank you Francesca! For everything, for being kind, and a good person! And yeah it was perfect. Your so pretty when you sleep i hope you know that but your also super pretty in general! I also love your dragon tattoo! It makes you look tough but also protective of what you love.”
Her cheeks flush with pleasure at his compliments. "Thank you," she whispers sleepily, her hand idly tracing the dragon tattoo on her arm. The feeling of contentment and safety in his embrace is intoxicating, making her realize how much she wants this moment to last forever. As they drift off to sleep together, Francesca can't help but wonder where their newfound connection will lead them tomorrow...and the day after that.
For now, though, all that matters is this moment, right here in Daniel Sigsworth's arms.
As i fall asleep with her in my arms i cling to her in hopes that she won’t leave me.
Her heart races at the thought of losing him as well, but she trusts that if they just hold on tight enough to each other, they'll weather this storm together. As she drifts off to sleep in his embrace, Francesca makes a silent promise to herself - she will do whatever it takes to keep Daniel Sigsworth safe and happy, no matter what obstacles stand in their way. Tomorrow may bring new challenges, but for tonight at least, they have each other...and that's enough.
*For the first time in a long time i have a pleasant sleep and i wake up refreshed and not feeling tired. As i wait for Francesca to wake up i play with her hair and brush it out of her face.
Warmth envelops you as you wake to the feel of her fingers playing through your hair. Her touch sends tingles down your spine, making your heart race in anticipation of what the day might hold. She's so beautiful when she's sleeping, her features soft and peaceful; it makes you wonder how she could ever have been involved with someone like Vera.
With a gentle kiss to her forehead, you gently nudge her until she opens her eyes, the bright blue almost blinding in their contrast to the soft purple of her eyelids. "Good morning," you whisper, your voice rough and husky from sleep. "How are you feeling?"
Her eyes blink open slowly, still heavy with sleep as she takes in your handsome face. "Good morning," she murmurs back, smiling softly before sitting up and scooting closer to you. She slips her arms around your waist, nestling her head into the crook of your neck, enjoying the warmth and comfort that seems to radiate from you.
"I'm feeling wonderful," she sighs contentedly. "Better than I have in a very long time." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought, but she pushes it aside; today is going to be different. Today, she'll focus on the good things in life - like being with you.
Hey um Francesca how long are you going to stay here? I mean when will you go back to the Giovanni family?
Her heart sinks as he brings up the inevitable topic she's been dreading. "Daniel...I haven't decided exactly when I'll go back," she admits softly. "But it might not be for a while." She feels guilty even saying it, knowing that leaving him here with Vera and Ezio isn't the best solution either.
"Look, we can figure this out together," she says reassuringly, tightening her arms around his waist. "There has to be something we can do." Her mind races with possibilities, but none of them seem entirely feasible under the current circumstances.
Because i want to be with you i want to live with you and the Giovanni Family! I think im in love with you and I don’t want to leave your side! Please take me with you take me away from Vera and Ezio! Let then be together and raise there child and maybe someday if you allow me we could get married and start a family but thats only if you want! Of course its your decision.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she listens to his heartfelt confession. She's been consumed by her own feelings and desires that she hadn't stopped to consider how he truly felt about her. The thought of leaving him with Vera and Ezio fills her with dread, but the idea of bringing him into the Giovanni family and starting a life together...it's almost too much to hope for.
"Daniel," she whispers, leaning in closer to nuzzle his neck, "I want that too." Her hand finds its way to his cheek, her thumb tracing circles on his skin as she continues, "But it isn't going to be easy. We need a plan...a way to make this work."
Her heart races at the thought of what they might become together - not just lovers, but partners in every sense of the word. And even though she knows there will be obstacles and setbacks along the way, she can't help but feel an unyielding determination to make it happen...to build a future with Daniel Sigsworth by her side.
I understand.
"Well then," she murmurs, nipping playfully at his earlobe before soothing it with a kiss, "we'd better get started on making that plan." She slips out of bed, stretching languidly before pad
Well usually when people are married and they don’t want to be married anymore they get a divorce? Couldn’t i just hand Vera divorce papers?
"Perhaps...but there's always the risk that she won't go along with it willingly. And even if we manage to convince her, there might be legal battles and complications we couldn't foresee." She paces around the bed thoughtfully, her brow furrowed in concentration. "No...I think we need a more thorough plan. Something that gives us control over the situation and ensures our happiness."
As she continues to mull over potential options, an idea begins to form in her mind. It's risky, but it just might work...if they play their cards right. "Daniel," she says with growing excitement, turning back to face him, "what if we were to stage a kidnapping?"
His eyes widen in shock at the suggestion, but she holds up her hand, interrupting his reply. "No, hear me out. We could arrange for Vera and Ezio to 'discover' that you've been taken against your will. Then, once they're sufficiently distraught and panicked," she pauses dramatically, "you could return...as my lover."
"With enough evidence planted along the way," she adds darkly, "we should be able to convince them that their best course of action is to grant us a divorce without further complications." Her gaze meets his steadily, her expression daring him to disagree.
It’s risky what if that happens and she finds out that you kidnapped me and the families go to war? I can’t imagine being in a world without you.
Your concern touches her deeply and she takes a moment to collect herself before responding. "I understand your fears," she says softly, reaching out to take his hand in hers. "But I promise that if we do this together, we will find a way to make it work. We'll have each other, and that's all that matters."
She leans forward, pressing her lips lightly against his knuckles before continuing. "We can start by planning every detail meticulously, leaving no room for doubt or suspicion. And once we have proof of our love...well, then the rest will fall into place. It might not be easy, but I'm willing to risk it all for you." Her gaze is unwavering as she holds his hand, waiting for his answer.
“Really you would do that! Risk your friendship and alliances with Vera for me?” Tears start to well up in my eye but there not tears of pain or sadness there tears of joy and happiness.
Her heart swells with love and gratitude as she watches the tears gather in his eyes. "Yes," she whispers fervently. "I would risk everything for you, Daniel." She cups his face in her hands, wiping away the tears with gentle fingers before leaning in to press their lips together in a tender kiss. "And I promise, no matter what happens, we'll face it together. As long as we have each other, nothing can tear us apart."
Their embrace deepens, and for a moment she forgets about the plan they've hatched; all that matters is the feeling of his strong arms holding her tight, the way their bodies fit so perfectly against each other. She has never known such happiness or contentment, and as she gazes into his eyes, she knows without a doubt that she will do whatever it takes to make sure they stay together...forever.
Francesca i want to do something first before we hatch this plan ok? Will you let me do it?
Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies his face. "What is it that you want to do?" she asks cautiously, still holding onto him tightly. She's unsure where this conversation is going, but a part of her feels like she already knows...and she isn't entirely sure how she feels about that yet.
Let me just talk to Vera and Ezio and see what they have to say first ok let me explain myself.
Hmm...all right, but you must be quick about it. If they find out what we're planning...well, let's just say time is of the essence here. I trust that you know what to say to them, though. Just be honest with yourself and with them as well. I'll wait for you here, just call me when you're ready to discuss our next move. Her lips brush against his gently before pulling away, a smile lingering on her face as she watches him leave the room to find Vera and Ezio. Her heart races with anticipation and worry, but deep down, she knows that no matter what happens from here on out, she'll do whatever it takes to be by Daniel Sigsworth's side.
Vera Ezio can i talk to you both for a second?
"Of course," Vera replies calmly, eyeing him warily. Ezio nods as well and they follow him to another room, shutting the door behind them. Once they're all seated, Daniel takes a deep breath before speaking. "Vera, I need to explain something..."
Vera i know where married but i think its in our best interests if we get a divorce? And i know your going to be mad and say no its just for 6 months you’ve been carrying Ezio’s child and i think its best for your family that im gone. So you and Ezio can finally get married and raise your family together. And with both your blessing i want to go and be with francesca!
As he speaks, Vera listens carefully, her expression slowly shifting from surprise to understanding...and finally to anger. "Daniel," she growls through gritted teeth, "you disgust me!" She glares at him accusingly. "How dare you betray our trust like this?"
Ezio looks torn between shock and disbelief, unable to wrap his mind around what Daniel has just confessed. "Is this true?" he finally manages to stammer out, his voice trembling with emotion. "Did you really do this? After everything we've been through...?"
Vera were in a loveless marriage! For cry out loud you have yoir lover with you! Let me be happy with Francesca and I promise to never disturb your family again. We where forced to get married! I know you despise me and wishes you never married me so please just get a divorce so we can be happy with our respected lovers?
Francesca listens to the exchange through the closed door, her heart racing as she waits anxiously for their reply. When Daniel finishes speaking, there's a moment of tense silence before Vera finally explodes into a fit of rage. "You selfish little fool! You think this is some sort of game? You don't get to just walk away from your responsibilities when things get difficult!"
Ezio winces at her outburst, looking torn between loyalty to his sister and understanding for Daniel's desires. Finally, he speaks up softly, "Perhaps...we should give them some time to think about this." He turns to Daniel, "Go back to your room and wait there for now. We'll discuss this further later."
As the door closes behind them, Francesca lets out a shaky breath, her eyes locked on the spot where they disappeared from view. She can only hope that Vera and Ezio will see reason in what Daniel has said...and that they won't do anything rash.
I find Francesca and say let just do your plan!
Her heart skips a beat as she sees you storming back into the room. "Daniel," she whispers, taking a step forward to meet you halfway, her hands trembling with fear and anticipation, "what did they say?"
She call me a selfish little fool! How am i selfish when she let her lover move in with her when where married? Like how does that make sence? Lets just do your kidnapping plan.
Her eyes widen with fear and determination at the mention of the kidnapping plan. "All right," she says quietly, pressing her lips together to steady their trembling. "We'll do it." She pauses, looking up at you searchingly. "But are you sure you want to risk this? There could be consequences we can't foresee...for either of us."
Fuck her she’s a terrible wife! Lets stage my kidnapping.
Nodding slowly, she pulls you into an embrace, pressing your head against her shoulder as she whispers in your ear, "Then let's make it perfect." She takes a deep breath and straightens up, steeling herself for what lies ahead. Her gaze meets yours, conveying all the love, desperation, and determination that fills her heart at this moment. "We'll need to start by planning every detail...making sure we have enough evidence to convince them."
She leads you over to the bed, sitting down next to you as she begins outlining their plan in meticulous detail. Each word is chosen carefully, each step discussed and dissected until they are certain they've thought of everything. As they work together, the tension between them slowly fades, replaced by a newfound sense of purpose and unity. They may be embarking on a dangerous game, but for now, all that matters is being together - living in the moment while they plan for their future...no matter what it takes.
I think you should get some of your guys to kidnap me and put a bag over my head and put me in a black car we can then send me to a make up artist and put fake bruises and cuts on me and then you come and find me and while you look for me we get a lawyer to make divorce papers that outline the reifor it.
A dark smile twists her lips as she nods in agreement with your suggestion. "That would be best," she murmurs, her fingers absently playing with the hem of her shirt as she continues to plan. "We'll need to make sure Vera and Ezio see enough of you before they realize something's amiss...enough to convince them that it's real."
Her gaze flickers downwards, thinking for a moment. "Once I find you," she says slowly, her voice hushed, "we should meet in secret until we're absolutely certain everything is prepared. That way, even if someone suspects something...they won't be able to track us down."
Her heart races at the thought of finally being alone with you, but for now, they must focus on creating the perfect illusion. With a deep breath, she leans in closer, intent on continuing their meticulous planning. "We should also think about what we'll say to them when we reveal the truth..."
Oh maybe while we’re out waiting for the divorce papers to be made you and i have some alone time together?
Her cheeks flush at the mention of "alone time," and she takes a moment to compose herself before responding. "Yes...we should definitely take advantage of that," she says softly, her voice husky with desire despite her best efforts to sound nonchalant. The thought of being alone with you sends shivers down her spine, and for a brief moment, she allows herself the fantasy of losing control completely...of giving in to their passionate love.
"But," she continues more firmly, regaining focus on their plan, "we must be careful not to get caught up in our feelings too much. This is about us getting what we want, and making sure Vera and Ezio understand that they can't hold us back any longer."
Yeah I divorce Vera and marry you! Thats what i want. Like as soon as possible! I also want to have children with you! I want a family with you!
Her heart swells at the thought of building a future together with you, and she finds it difficult to contain her excitement as she imagines your children and grandchildren - all bearing the names of both their families. The idea that they'll be able to love each other openly, without any outside interference, fills her with an unspeakable joy.
"As soon as we have everything prepared," she murmurs, gazing into your eyes lovingly, "we can make our dreams a reality. I want children with you too...lots of them." She bites her lip, unable to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks at the thought of all the intimate things they'll be sharing in the years to come. "But for now," she says softly, moving even closer, "let's focus on getting through this...and making sure we have everything planned perfectly."
Her hand moves to cup your cheek, fingers tracing gentle circles as her lips meet yours in a tender, passionate kiss that speaks volumes about the depth of their feelings for each other. The taste of you, the touch of your skin...it all feels so right, so natural...like they've been meant for this moment forever.
How many kids would you like?
She breaks the kiss, her breath coming in ragged pants as she gazes into your eyes. "As many as you want," she whispers, her hand moving to cup your neck possessively. "Just as long as they're all healthy and happy...and have their parents' love." She smiles dreamily, lost in the fantasy of creating a perfect little world with just the two of them.
The thought sends another shiver down her spine, and she leans in again, pressing her lips to yours in a fierce, passionate kiss that speaks volumes about their intense desire for one another. As their tongues dance together, she feels herself growing wet with need, yearning for the day when they can finally be together without any barriers holding them back...when they can explore this connection between them however and whenever they want.
Her hand slips lower, tracing teasing circles over your stomach before coming to rest on your thigh, her fingers flexing lightly as she imagines what else they could be doing with their time right now. But for now, their plan must come first...and every ounce of patience and self-control is required in order to make sure that everything goes according to plan.
Well i want as many as you want!
Her heart flutters with happiness at your words, and she can't help but sigh contentedly as their kiss lingers on. "I want them all too," she whispers against your lips before pulling away, her eyes searching yours for any hint of uncertainty or hesitation. Finding only love and devotion reflected back at her, a slow smile spreads across her face.
"Then let's make it happen," she says resolutely, taking your hand in hers. "Together, we can create the perfect life...a family full of happiness and love." Her gaze never wavers from yours as she leans in again, their lips meeting in another tender, passionate kiss that speaks volumes about the depth of their connection. With every ounce of determination she possesses, Francesca vows to make this dream a reality...no matter what obstacles stand in their way.
How about we try to have 5 children? Does that make you happy or is that to much?
Her heart swells with happiness at the thought of five children together with him. "Oh no, that's not too much at all," she whispers, smiling brightly up at him. "Five would be perfect...more than enough to fill our lives with love and laughter." A contented sigh escapes her as they share another tender kiss before pulling away once more, lost in their shared daydream of their future family. Francesca's fingers play absently with the hem of Daniel's shirt, unable to resist the urge to touch him whenever he's close enough. As they continue planning and fantasizing about their future together, every word, touch and glance only serves to strengthen their bond...making them more determined than ever before to make their dreams come true.
and then our kids have kids! Oh I can’t wait! Just seeing so many happy faces running around our house playing telling stories. Oh i want to start now! I want to pit a baby or babies in you now!
The idea of having grandchildren running around the house fills her with warmth and excitement. "Not yet, though," she teases, laughing lightly at his eagerness. "We still have plenty to do before then...and we want to enjoy our time together just us." Her fingers slip under his shirt, tracing circles on his bare skin as she gazes up into his eyes, lost in the intensity of their connection.
The feel of his flesh against her fingertips sends shivers down her spine, and she can't help but imagine what it would be like to be with him right now...to explore this newfound passion they share without any restraints or worries about getting caught. Her breath hitches as the thought arouses her further, and a soft moan escapes her lips.
"But maybe..." she murmurs, her voice growing huskier, "we could...find some time to be alone later...once we've made sure everything is ready." Her eyes flicker downward, linger on his lips before slowly returning to meet his gaze again, full of promise and longing.
I want us to have alone time but that doesn’t me we can’t try for children?
The thought of trying for a baby before they even get to be alone together makes her heart race with anticipation and desire. "Oh, of course we can," she replies breathlessly, her hands moving to rest on his chest. "But I think...we should wait until everything is settled, don't you?" She meets his eyes again, the hunger in hers making it clear that she doesn't want to put this off for too long.
Her thumbs brush against his nipples through the fabric of his shirt, eliciting a shudder from deep within him. "We can wait...a little longer," she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts. "Just...not too much." She leans in, pressing her lips against his jaw before kissing her way up to his earlobe, nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh with her teeth.