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“It’s gonna hurt.”
“Then, hurt me,” I said with a smile.
That made him laugh, and he kissed me before moving. With every thrust into me, he took away every painful moment I’d spent without him. He cleansed my soul, poured his own into my body. His grunts suppressed all the screams in my mind. When we both came, our bodies shaking violently, I knew nothing would ever keep us apart. Not even death had that power because I knew our hell would be next to each other.
CHAPTER 29
MAYA
Giving in to our love was just the beginning of a whole new life for us. Club Inferno was the only place we didn’t have to pretend. The people in there had never judged us even though they knew I was Zeke’s niece.
Outside of the club, we were a secret to be hidden. We lived in secret, kissed in secret, loved in secret. It was hard, but we both knew it from the second we gave in to our hearts’ desire. Still, it hurt not to love him the way I wished to. Not to kiss him wherever I wanted to.
My identity became my worst enemy.
My own name was against me.
My blood tried to hurt my heart.
That was why I wanted to die. This time, completely. Without a chance of coming back to life.
If you had enough money and right connections, dying wasn’t hard.
And at the age of twenty, I died.
A tragic car accident that ended up with an explosion.
No one could find a body.
No one could find proof.
And no one cared about the death of a pathetic girl’s burnt body enough to look for it.
That was how Maya Wyatt died.
Simple. In silence. Without a fuss.
Just like how she lived her pathetic life.
The day Maya Wyatt died was the day Beatrice Florence was born.
In a Dante Alighieri balo in Florence.
Fancy. Surrounded by laughter. In her lover’s arms.
Beatrice Florence was handmade to guide her own Dante to paradise from hell. She was handmade to love him.
CHAPTER 30
BEATRICE
“Are you sure you don’t want to go home first?” Zeke asked when we got in the car.
Our flight had landed only thirty minutes ago. It was a long flight, and home should’ve been the first place I wanted to visit, but the feeling inside me didn’t let up. Changing my identity didn’t only affect my name, my emotions, the way I saw things had changed too, it seemed.
I nodded. “I want to do this. I’m ready.”
He squeezed my hand and hit the road.
