RECLAIMING MY PLACE AS THE MAFIA HEIRESS

GIANNA’S POV

I stood rooted to the spot for several seconds, unable to decide what to do, as sounds of Matthew and a woman's voice reached my ears.

I winced, of course. He had brought another woman home.

I had already gotten used to Matthew bringing his many mistresses home. Why did walking in on him with one of them still hurt this much?

It should not hurt this much anymore. After several months, I should be used to the numerous ladies he showed up at the house with on a daily basis.

He had turned our matrimonial home into a hotel. The last time I tried confronting him, there had been no word he had not thrown at me.

He almost hit me and I only managed to get out of his way in time.

Since then, I have resigned myself to fate. I believed he was punishing me and making me regret refusing the divorce.

But for me, a divorced woman was worse off than being cheated on, even though it was with multiple women.

Forcing myself to, I dragged my thoughts away from Matthew and his many mistresses and made my way back to the kitchen.

I still had to clean up and then start preparation for tonight's party.

I was the cook for their night parties, and the amount of people I had to cook for left little chance to tidy up until the next morning.

In about another hour, I was done in the kitchen. I hung the dish rag out on the windowsill to dry.

My clothes were wet and dirty and I could not wait to soak in the tub for about thirty minutes.

It was one of those things I was grateful for. At least, I could still enjoy a good bath.

And for the most time, Matthew left me alone, except when he needed someone to boss around.

I left the kitchen and made my way to the living room, where I would take the stairs at the end to go up to my room.

I got to the living room and froze.

I had never seen such a disgusting and alluring sight at the same time.

My heart ached in my chest and at the same time, it beat with a longing for something I craved for and had been denied for so long.

Matthew had chosen the living room today for his sexual displays. It wasn't infrequent and he did it intentionally most times to hurt me.

But it had been a while. I had not been expecting this, so I could not have prepared myself for the shock, the pain that slammed through me and the red hot desire that began to burn right in the middle of my chest.

I stood transfixed to the spot as I watched Matthew thrust repeatedly into the blonde stranger, who was moaning like a lady shooting a p*rn scene.

It hurt to stare but at the same time I could not look away. I held my breath painfully in my chest.

All of a sudden, the blonde looked up and spotted me.

She startled, a look of disgust coming over her features as she glared at me.

“What the hell?” She exclaimed.

Matthew looked up as well and followed the direction of his eyes, a frown on his face.

He saw me standing there and scowled at me and then he sneered, and he just kept on f*ck*ng the lady much to her surprise.

“What the f*ck? Who's she? Why the hell is she watching us?”

She exclaimed, her voice filled with shock. Matthew scoffed and grunted deep in his throat.

“Just ignore her. She's just my maid.” He answered jeeringly.

That hurt too, despite how many times I had heard it. I felt like my heart was being ripped into a thousand pieces.

I could not remember the last time Matthew touched me. He was disgusted by me. I had been starved of s*x for so long I had lost count.

And I was too soft hearted to repay him with his own coin by cheating too.

And here he was, grunting like a crazed bull as he slammed into a stranger in our room.

I suddenly felt the extreme urge to throw up and I fled the living room hurrying up the stairs.

“Why would your maid be that much interested in us having s*x?”

I heard the blonde’s surprised question as I ran up the stairs and I increased my pace just so I did not have to hear his reply to her.

I made it safely to my room, then ran to the bathroom. I dry heaved into the sink and was both grateful and dismayed that nothing came out.

I let the tears fall now that I was in the safe haven of my room. I quickly got out of my clothes.

I filled the tub with warm water and soap water and got into the tub. I submerged myself into the water, and held my breath for as long as I could.

I imagined staying down there and not coming up for air. What would it feel like when my heart finally stopped?

I flushed the thought from my head and came up for air, dragging as much air as I could into my burning lungs. I spent quite a while there before I finally got out and dried off.

I went to my wardrobe and searched through it for something comfortable to put on. I settled on a black straight gown and stepped into it.

I collapsed against the bed as the image of Matthew downstairs having s*x with some women flashed through my head again.

I was trying to force the image out of my head, and every other ugly memory when my phone rang and I reached for it on the nightstand.

I glanced at the caller ID, and the name made me momentarily forget all events of the day so far.

GIANNA’S POV

I suddenly felt a lightness in my chest as I saw my brother's name displayed over the screen. A smile spread across my face, as I clicked the accept button. “How's my big sister doing?” His cheery voice boomed the moment I put the phone over my ear.

I laughed, feeling so much better all of a sudden. “I'm doing just fine, as usual, Bryan. How are you?” “You're sure? Matthew isn't giving you any more issues?” He asked.

I laughed, hoping he didn't hear the hollowness in my laughter or the awkward way in which it had been delivered. “I'm doing fine, really. Don't worry so much about me, Bryan. You always do.” I teased slightly. I felt guilt assail me, as it always did each time I spoke to my brother. I knew how much of the truth I was actually withholding from him.

I only told him that Matthew had changed his attitude towards me, he was no longer as loving as he used to be before the accident. And that I suspected he was cheating. Which was a lie. At