Sinfully Obsessed

~Bella's POV~

'Renowned Pianist Weds the Wealthiest Man in Dist, U.S. Did she marry for love or for money?'

'From a pianist to a trophy wife: Bella Hawthorne Weds The one and Only Antonio De Luca'

"Hmm" I slowly sighed as I continued reading the online gossips, I had been expecting worse but oh well... I could make due with this.

"Are you okay? Don't tell me you're feeling car sick all of a sudden" Antonio slowly whispered to me with a smirk on his face and I smiled back at him.

"I'm okay, I was just.. well reading an article about the wedding"

He nodded his head "Our wedding ended a few minutes ago and articles are already been published.. so soon?"

" That's the power of the internet.." I sighed.

The moment the car came to a halt at his mansion, I took a deep breath as tonight we had returned to his house as husband and wife.

He stayed back in the courtyard to speak with the housekeepers about the new rules of the mansion, leaving me to enter alone.

I had barely taken two proper steps into the living room when I saw him...

The man standing before me was well-built, towering at about 6’2, with broad shoulders carrying an air of defiance and control.

His sharp eyes swept over me as well with a look so calm it sent chills down my spine. Then all of a sudden his facial expression changed, and with pure disdain, he sneered.

"So this is what my father decided to replace my mother with? Pathetic"

Not who.

What.

I had seen his pictures multiple times but the difference between what I was seeing and the pictures Antonio had shown me was just too much.

This wasn't just anybody...

This was Sebastian DeLuca. Antonio’s one and only son.

And right now his words dripped with contempt, as he dismissed me as if I were nothing more than a cheap replacement or a knockout version of an original.

I felt insulted... No, Insulted didn’t even begin to cover how I felt. And I was not going to take it.

I slowly lifted my chin, meeting his gaze head-on. If he thought I would shrink under his hatred, he was sorely mistaken. If he had a problem with my marriage, he should speak to his father about it... Not me.

"Excuse you... First off, I’m a person, not a thing, you disrespectful little brat and If I'm not mistaken I believe you must be my new son"

"Secondly," I continued, my voice firm and steady even though I was shaking inside, "I think you’re lacking a lot of manners. The proper thing to do after seeing someone for the first time is to greet them."

Sebastian raised his brow at me while his lips slowly curled into a smirk, similar to Antonio's.

"Oh!!! is that right... Where are my bloody manners.." He slowly said as he walked towards me, making me take a step back and the moment he got close to me he forcefully grabbed my arm..

"Ahhhh... let me go!" I hissed, as I tried to pull back, but he was just too strong.

He dragged me effortlessly across the room, his grip on my arm hard like steel.

We reached a wall and before I could even process what was happening...

"Ahhhh"

His hand was on my throat.

Sebastian laughed in a mocking way as he stared deep into my eyes with his grey eyes.

"Little brat? Was that what you just called me? Are you being serious.... We’re practically the same age." His smirk deepened into something cruel and sinister as his words sounded darker than before. "You little gold-digging brat.”

The edges of my vision blurred with tears while my lungs screamed for mercy as I clawed at his tight grip.

Just as my vision was finally blurring in to nothing, a deep commanding voice came from behind him.

"Sebastian! Let her go right now!"

Antonio.

Sebastian didn’t remove his hands around my throat, No... instead his fingers lingered, pressing hard just enough to remind me who actually had the upper hand.

Then, finally... After an extra seven seconds, he swiftly let go and I fell down hard on the cold tiles with a thud, coughing as my lungs burned each time I sucked in air.

My hands instinctively flew to my neck, my skin was hot and throbbing from his grip.

Antonio was by my side in an instant and quickly helped me get up by steadying me with one hand while his furious gaze locked onto his son.

His usual calm and cold demeanor was gone and it was replaced by something hot... rage.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" His voice rang loud in the four corners of our house.

Sebastian barely spared him a glance as he rolled his shoulders like nothing had happened with a calm look on his face, like... like he hadn’t just had his hands around my throat trying to send me back to my creator.

"Oh, please don’t act so shocked, Father," he said, his tone dry with a small smile on his face. "You should’ve known I’d come back to see what kind of thing you decided to marry."

'Thing? From 'what' to thing? What exactly is wrong with this boy' I thought to myself

"Don’t you dare talk or refer to my wife in that bloody way." Antonio tried to control his temper as his voice was still calm yet it was laced with warning.

Sebastian's expression twisted. His fists clenched at his sides as he let out a bitter scoff.

I knew Antonio was trying his best to rebuild his relationship with his son. And the last thing I wanted was to be the reason why it didn't work out not that I cared about that evil child with the grip of a python or anything, I just wanted to be a good wife.

And even though anger burned bright in my chest, I took a deep breath, as I tried to soften my expression while I dabbed the tears off my eyes with my expensive wedding gown, that the fool had tried to ruin.

'curse you' I said to myself as I stared back into those wicked grey eyes of his..

"I’m feeling tired," I drowsily murmured, leaning weakly against Antonio. "Let’s... Let's go to bed, my love."

Antonio immediately took my hand, leading me away without another word. And from the corner of my eyes I saw how furious Sebastian looked as he stared at me but oh well it was bound to happen.

I'd just need to avoid him at all costs, till he goes back to the pit of hell he decided to ascend from.

As soon as the bedroom door shut, I let out a quiet sigh.

'Great job.' I inwardly applauded myself as I was able to successfully avoided the confrontation between the father and son.

Antonio turned to me, his deep brown eyes locking onto mine, amusement flickered within them.

"You’re not tired, are you? Hmm?" His voice was smooth, knowing.

I swallowed hard. He knew.

Of course he knew.

His lips curled into a slow smirk as he stepped closer and his fingers brushed against my red neck, sending a shiver up my spine.

"We still have a long night ahead of us… Why would you get tired so easily, my little sweetheart?"

And with that he gently lifted me into his arms, with careful steps as he carried me to the bed and laid me down.

Slowly yet passionately, he helped me take off my zipper and my gown was completely off leaving me with just my white panties on.

His warm big hands roamed over my breasts slowly and deliberately, sending loads of shivers through me.

"Mmmmm" I moaned softly

He leaned in, his breath hot and soothing against my throbbing neck, till his lips made sweet contact with my nipples.

"Ohhhhh".