Sara patted the space next to her on the mattress. Her eyes caught her big round stomach. "You're looking big." She sighed, reining in her emotions. "Sixth month." Her smile was reaching her eyes as she placed her hand on her round belly. She did the math in her head. "Yes," She nodded, walking over to the window and peering out of it. Everything was the same but she wasn't the same person anymore. "Ell, I've seen him helpless," Sara muttered. "He shouldn't. I'm his wife. If I want to, Xander will never let me..." She inhaled deeply. "Does he hurt you?" Sara asked. She kept her back to her. She didn't want her to get the hint of her emotions. "No, I'm the one who made his days difficult. He never loses his temper with me." "He loves you. " Sara said. "I know. But... I." She squeezed her eyes. "You're scared to get attached to him. You should enjoy the bond instead of worrying." Sara suggested. "I'm co
Watching her reflection in the mirror, she stared down at her hands. They were shaking in fear. She felt sick. But she always wanted to keep her strong side. Holding her head high, she paced out of her room. Her feet halted seeing Sara on the other side. Her hand was on her round stomach and a full smile on her beautiful face. "Did you talk to your brothers? They're hell worried about you." Sara asked. She flattened her lips. "You don't need to walk all the way using the stairs to come and show into my room." She told her, sauntering out. Sara held her arm. Their pace slowed. "Everyone wants me to rest. Albert..." She sighed. "I can't believe brother is troubling you." She glanced at her. "He doesn't. I hate to wait." Her smiling gaze rested on her stomach. "It will be over soon. I can imagine your happiness." She said with a hint of a smile. "Are you....??? " Sara trailed off, giving her a questioning look, as she d
She looked into her eyes and nodded her head slowly. "You're fighting against your emotions, feelings for him. You need to stop this. He's perfect for you. He cares for you. I'm from a middle-class family. But I can tell, if a person like him cares for you, he's the one for you." She rolled her eyes. "What makes you think this? Let him come close so I can kill him." Sara gasped and her big eyes stayed on her longer without blinking. "You love him. You can't do this to him. It would kill you without killing." Worry made her forehead wrinkled. "I don't." She said in anger. She held her by the shoulder. "Please, don't be stupid. It would stir a war. Haven't you seen your brothers and him together working? They're already a team. You can't do this." Sara scolded her. "I'm not stupid, Sara. What do you all think of this?" Her voice was full of irritation but she kept it low, not startling her. "Did he force himself on you?" Her tone was s
She kept looking at him, his whole attention was on the display. She tried but couldn't look away from him. He could have caught her at any time gawking at him. She wasn't ashamed. She was getting to know her feelings for him. It was love. She was wondering. Was he feeling the same for her? It was on the tip of her tongue. His demeanor changed, his cold expression was gone, and a softness flashed in his icy blue eyes as he looked at her. Her body heatened. Her heart doubled the beating. She was in love with him. She wasn't like him, like exposing her feelings for him. When her eyes locked with his icy blue, he seemed like a guy who looked open and easygoing. He threw her a slight frown. "You don't look in a hurry to dress up, or I should say cover yourself." He put the phone on the table. She was fearing he would figure out her emotions, and recognize her feelings which weren't even the last in her list. "Why are we here, Xander?" She asked, s
It was a dagger to his heart. He was fuming in anger. An uneasy feeling settled in his gut because she promised him. He trusted her. He could tell just by looking into her eyes that she has feelings for him, too. He couldn't ignore the struggle within him. Teck opened his mouth but shut it immediately as his boss gave him a look of warning. He started to hover his fingers over the keyboard more rapidly. Someone tricked them by lying that Janette was hospitalized. They found the car, but the person they found in the driver's seat was dead. He was one of Reyes's trusted ones. They got the recording of the last call. The voice was of Arturo but he was with Adam in the meeting hall. Someone tricked them. His wife was missing. It had been more than two hours. Worry was gnawing at him. Some tension shrugged off his shoulders as saw Teck turning the display to him. "Here, I can bet Arturo wouldn't have contemplated this coming." Lucky muttered from
Her eyes were red when the door opened, making her heart thud in trepidation. Her lips parted in astonishment seeing a beautiful brunette walking in, draped in only two pieces. Her top was barely hiding anything. A black collar was fastened around her delicate neck. She swallowed hard recalling his words. "¡Hola, Reina!" Her voice was filled with excitement as she had found the Niles River after walking for days. She closed the door behind her. The paper bag swung in her hand as she whirled to face her. She smiled broadly at her. She walked over to the mattress with ease in her pencil-high heels. She winched when the woman pounced on her side, looking at her as if she was made of expensive and delicate glass. "You're beautiful, very beautiful." Her smile dropped after a full minute of staring at her. Her eyes narrowed at her but she kept her question to herself. The woman seemed lunatic to her. "Untie me." She whispered to her. Her lunatic smil
She grimaced at her reflection. The deep cut was ending near her ribcage, showing her skin between swells. She let out a slow breath. It could be worse. The dress was long but there were many slits, baring her legs. She was feeling like a burning fire. It was matching her anger and hatred for him. She was determined to give him a painful death. "¡Muy hermosa, Reina!" Bud ran the brush through her long silky hair. She was touching them delicately. She grabbed her hand and turned to her. "I'll help you. But you have to help me first. What's this place?" She asked. "Exits, entrances, counts of his guards, everything." She demanded. "That's impossible. You can't take his men down all by yourself. Your husband must be here at any time." Bud said, confidently. She narrowed her eyes at her seeing her confidence. "I'm not certain." She remembered the angry face of her husband when he couldn't find their whereabouts. Arturo was making his job very difficult.
She was yanked forward after passing through a narrow hallway. The spotlight fell over her, making her blind. She shut her eyes against it. After many beats of her heart, she opened them adjusting against the light. She found herself standing on the stage with other kidnapped girls. It added fuel to her anger. She was in the center of it where she could see all the people who were here to bid. The lights were dim there. Still, she could tell they were businessmen, mafia, and some sheikhs. "She's the most precious, not-for-sale piece of this auction." Arturo's voice boomed in the hall. His hand was motioning at her. His big smile was glued to his fucking ugly face. The murmurs rose in the hall, showing their objections at his words. Her eyebrows drew together in anger. She held tight to her disgusted and rage feelings. She didn't want her past to drown her. She was feeling bad that innocent girls were going through this. After watching so many powerful peop
She stepped off the car. She couldn't pluck away her worry and anxiety for her family. It continued revolving in her head. A soft touch pulled her away from the continuous nagging of her thoughts. He was the reason she could spend her days and nights waiting for the weekend. His fingers curled around her waist, tugging her to his side. She glanced at him. A smile crawled on her face. Her husband brought a hand up to shade his eyes, drafting his gaze around. He looked so handsome. She wasn't certain to express her feelings to him. But she wrote something on the paper for him. "There's no danger." She told him, smiling. Though, Ricco was still on the run. She believed her husband and brothers wouldn't sit calmly until they found him, or locked him up in the dungeon. The corners of his lips pulled up. He kissed the side of her temple. "You never know, wife." They strode away from the vehicle. She let out a heavy breath, preparing herself to face whate
Tears were falling down her face. "I am but some things still scared me." Her chin trembled. Orlando swiped his fingers on her cheeks. "You mean. Your husband?" He offered her a soft smile. "He would never hurt you. I will never let this happen. I'll kill every person who'll cause my sister pain." He said, promisingly. "I trust you." She said. "But," Her eyes darted back to the door. "Mom and Dad?" She asked, gulping. It was nagging her. He curled his arm around her shoulder and made her walk toward the door. "Give them some time. They're gonna be alright. I'm worried about you, pumpkin." He looked down at her. "You just said it, right now that I'm the strongest one. I'll be fine." She smiled at him, but she stumbled to a halt seeing ahead of them. Their hard and cold expressions were telling they were into a hot argument. Roberto was about to say something but he clamped his lips tight together at the sight of them. "Ell, you should be in your room."
She stared at the closed door. She lifted her hand to knock but halted. It was already cracked open. She pushed it wide open. "Roberto!" Her mother squealed, her glassy eyes glued to the door. After realizing it, she forced a smile at her. "I don't wanna talk now, Sweetie." She told her. She walked in. "I understand. I just want to sit next to you. Is that okay with you, Mom?" She asked, sitting next to her on the mattress. More tears welled out. She nodded her head, looking away. Her faze rested on the family picture. It was clicked after three months when they rescued her. She was so happy to have them all. She sat there, gazing at the picture. "You bought me that dress. You remember, Mom?" She asked. A soft smile crawled on her face recalling those days. Happy days! "Yes, your father went with me to shop for you. He never showed. He is happy to have you in the family." A genuine smile crawled on her face, despite tears. "Father h
Her forehead creased hearing voices out. Sara was sleeping without any care in the world. She got on her feet and they carried her forward. She grasped the knob and twisted it carefully, not waking her up. She paced out and peered down the hallway. There was no one. She shut the door behind her. The voices were making sense as she extended her feet toward the stairs. She climbed them down. She gulped recognizing her father yelling in anger. It never happened before. "You're not staying here. You betrayed me." He grunted. "That's not true. I was scared." Her brows crushed together hearing the soft but painful voice of her mother. She kept moving gradually down to the kitchen. "Bullshit," Roberto roared in anger, slamming his hand against the table. She stood under the archway, darting her eyes on all faces presented. Roberto was leaning on the dining table, his fisted hand was resting on the table, and his expression was cold as if he wou
The sun was up, peering into her room through the cracks of leaves. Worry was gnawing at her. She hadn't received any calls or messages from him. Arturo would be going through hell. There was no doubt. Her feelings were pushing her on the edge, needing her to see him, feeling his arms secured around her. Drawing herself out of the mattress, she glanced out with a heavy sigh. Her steps were slowed toward the washroom door. Her feet deterred, not certain. She didn't want to do anything. She couldn't bring herself to make a call to him. Her gaze flicked to the door waiting for him to walk in at any time. After a couple of heartbeats, she grasped the doorknob and twisted it. She knew he wouldn't come still the ray of hope never disappeared within her. "Got yourself busy somewhere else. Your feelings are weakening you." She muttered to herself. After a hot shower, she returned to her room with a draped towel around herself. Relief swept thr
She was relieved that her mother was fine. She took a steadying breath. Worry sat heavy in her stomach. She wasn't bothered about him. But not seeing him for hours left her worried and upset. Everything seemed to change. She glanced at the hanging clock again. They were still at her parents' home. She was getting impatient. She knew what he'd be doing. But she wanted his arms around her, wanted to feel secure. The door cracked open and her head swiped over to it, hoping to see her husband. "Where's he?" She asked and felt her heart running fast in her ribcage. He had become her safe zone. Orlando and Alberto exchanged looks. " You already know," Albert said, walking into the room. "What do you expect? I'm still not done with him." Orlando fisted his hands, his gaze turned dark. "You okay, Kid?" Alberto took her in a side embrace and gazed down at her. She nodded. "Girls?" She asked, looking up in his eyes. Alberto sighed
She was yanked forward after passing through a narrow hallway. The spotlight fell over her, making her blind. She shut her eyes against it. After many beats of her heart, she opened them adjusting against the light. She found herself standing on the stage with other kidnapped girls. It added fuel to her anger. She was in the center of it where she could see all the people who were here to bid. The lights were dim there. Still, she could tell they were businessmen, mafia, and some sheikhs. "She's the most precious, not-for-sale piece of this auction." Arturo's voice boomed in the hall. His hand was motioning at her. His big smile was glued to his fucking ugly face. The murmurs rose in the hall, showing their objections at his words. Her eyebrows drew together in anger. She held tight to her disgusted and rage feelings. She didn't want her past to drown her. She was feeling bad that innocent girls were going through this. After watching so many powerful peop
She grimaced at her reflection. The deep cut was ending near her ribcage, showing her skin between swells. She let out a slow breath. It could be worse. The dress was long but there were many slits, baring her legs. She was feeling like a burning fire. It was matching her anger and hatred for him. She was determined to give him a painful death. "¡Muy hermosa, Reina!" Bud ran the brush through her long silky hair. She was touching them delicately. She grabbed her hand and turned to her. "I'll help you. But you have to help me first. What's this place?" She asked. "Exits, entrances, counts of his guards, everything." She demanded. "That's impossible. You can't take his men down all by yourself. Your husband must be here at any time." Bud said, confidently. She narrowed her eyes at her seeing her confidence. "I'm not certain." She remembered the angry face of her husband when he couldn't find their whereabouts. Arturo was making his job very difficult.
Her eyes were red when the door opened, making her heart thud in trepidation. Her lips parted in astonishment seeing a beautiful brunette walking in, draped in only two pieces. Her top was barely hiding anything. A black collar was fastened around her delicate neck. She swallowed hard recalling his words. "¡Hola, Reina!" Her voice was filled with excitement as she had found the Niles River after walking for days. She closed the door behind her. The paper bag swung in her hand as she whirled to face her. She smiled broadly at her. She walked over to the mattress with ease in her pencil-high heels. She winched when the woman pounced on her side, looking at her as if she was made of expensive and delicate glass. "You're beautiful, very beautiful." Her smile dropped after a full minute of staring at her. Her eyes narrowed at her but she kept her question to herself. The woman seemed lunatic to her. "Untie me." She whispered to her. Her lunatic smil