IntroductionDante had a suspicion that he was being overcharged for the flowers but he wasn’t entirely sure. After all, it was the first time he had ever bought a bouquet in his life. However, he let his doubts slide for these flowers were meant for someone precious. The blood-red blooms brimming the bouquet he clenched, overflowed with charm and youth- just like his fiancée, Maya Diaz.His love.The first time he had seen her was in their engagement announcement and to say he was entranced would be an understatement. Attired in a coral gown, she had appeared before him like a divine dream, captivating his heart in an instant. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her delicate curves. It was love at first sight. Just a first glance at her, and he knew he wanted her and only her to be his life partner. He vividly remembered their first encounter, as her dad introduced her to him. She stood in front of him with her gaze downcast, her brown curls cascading down he
Their wedding was fixed a day later, set for next month. They went on three dates in total after that. On their first date, he gifted her a million-dollar designer watch in a silent pledge to give all his time to her. Of course, he didn’t verbalize his intent and hoped she would understand his unspoken promise. On their second date, he gifted her a private jet so she wouldn’t have to depend on her parents to go wherever she wanted and on their third, he had gifted her a red diamond rose, symbolizing eternal love. His every gift held a meaning.However, these dates couldn’t bring them much close as he had hoped. The girl kept to herself at most and Dante who already found it difficult to socialize was even more discouraged by her reserved nature. They would barely talk on their dates. The conversation was limited to her college and his work life. However, the more they met, the further his feelings deepened for her. She had an air of innocence around her, untouched by malice or arrogan
“What do you mean?” he asked, hoping against hope that he had misconstrued her words. She took a breath as if preparing herself to say more. Her eyes held fear and doubt. “I can’t marry you. I love someone else,” she disclosed with hesitation. Dante was thrown off by her confession at first but as he made sense of her confession, he couldn't help but feel hurt.Maya explained further with tears streaming down her cheeks, “My dad forced me into the agreement. I never wanted this from the beginning. I am sorry if I’ve hurt you but I..I can’t do this. I love someone else and he would kill himself if I married you,” she implored with him, hopeless. She believed they were not a good match anyway. They were completely opposite like the two poles. His cold demeanor could never go with her bubbly, chirpy nature. He was a workaholic and she wanted to explore the world. Whereas he clearly lacked emotions, she was an emotional fool. She didn't want to marry a statue. A solemn expression took
Four Years LaterMaya was washing the clothes. Her hands had begun to ache but she didn’t have the privilege to stop. She sighed at the sight of a heap of clothes waiting for her attention and resumed her work. The pangs of hunger assaulted her stomach. She hadn’t eaten anything since last night. Marrying Pablo had turned out to be her worst nightmare. Now that she had become mature and the rose-tinted glasses were finally off, she could see what a horrible beast Pablo was. He started showing his color soon after their wedding. He was immensely disappointed to know that Maya had brought nothing from her home. He was just using her for her money. His disappointment slowly grew into hatred and now he didn’t even hesitate from beating her. He didn’t even let her continue her studies claiming it to be an unnecessary expense. The only reason he was keeping her was his greed for her father’s property. As Maya was her parents’ only child, he was planning to claim her right on the property on
“Dante Martinez,” she whispered in disbelief, her eyes as wide as saucers.He had become even more handsome than before. Manlier. The raw energy emanating from him was palpable, reaching her even from a distance with remarkable strength. With his striking appearance, he could easily give even the Gods a run for their money. His straight nose and sharp jawline gave his face a regal air. His bearing bespoke of confidence and class. She gaped at him as he buttoned up his suit, every movement exuding elegance. With an effortless grace, he proceeded towards the building, his imposing figure surrounded by his bodyguards who kept the crowd from invading his space. The reporters threw questions his way but he didn’t bother to even glance at them, let alone answer. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him until he disappeared inside the building.Would he recognize her? Would he help her?The thought suddenly struck her. She was desperate to get out of the dark pit she was curren
She picked a sundress with bright prints and proceeded towards the bathroom. Stripping from her dirty clothes, she stepped into the shower stall. A relieved sigh escaped her mouth as the first droplet of water hit her skin. Soon, she was wet down to her toes. Her knotted muscles worked loose. This all had felt like a distant dream at one point. Her heart ached deeply as she recalled how much she had craved serene moments like this. As the burden of grief grew heavier within her, her legs gave away. Slumping to the floor, she broke down into tears. She had lost her hope of ever finding peace again. That beast used every opportunity to unleash his brutality on her. She had stopped looking into the matter long back. Her reflection in the mirror was a ghost of who she once was- eyes dull, spirits broken, body marred with scars. She had come to hate the way she looked. Even though, most of the scars had fainted the fresh ones were still very visible. That's the reason she chose a dress th
She was called downstairs for dinner sometimes later. A maid showed up to escort her towards the dining hall. As they walked through the hall, the memories of her last visit flooded back. The last time she was here, she had come to ask him to cancel their wedding.She stepped into the dining hall and her heartbeat faltered at the sight of him seated behind the large table. Just then he glanced up from his phone and their eyes met. Maya felt an electric sensation coursing through her. His piercing gaze brought a wave of heat across her cheeks and she lowered her eyes. She chose a spot two seats away from him and sat down.Silence hung in the air as the maids served them dinner. While he was busy reading something on his phone, she couldn’t help but steal occasional glances at him from under her dark, long lashes. The maids retreated into the kitchen after serving the food, leaving her alone with him. Maya struggled to suppress her nerves as she found herself alone with him. She waited
She tossed and turned in her bed, worrying her lower lip. Tomorrow, she would have to leave. But where would she go? No one would take her in. Paul had made sure she lost touch with all her friends so that she wouldn’t have anywhere to go. That was partly the reason why she endured his torture.The dreaded morning eventually came and yet she wasn’t prepared to face the harshness of the world. With a heavy heart and even heavier legs, she got down from her bed and proceeded towards the bathroom. She decided to take a bath before leaving. Who knows when she will get to bath again?Taking off her clothes, she descended into the bathtub. She sighed at the feel of cold water enveloping her feet. Back in her dad’s home, she used to bathe multiple times in a day as she loved bathing. Her lips curved into a serene smile as she sat down in the tub. Stretching out her legs, she leaned against the edge of the tub and closed her eyes.After bathing to her satisfaction, she stepped out of the tub