There was no longer a perplexity in her mind when she woke up in the morning. Someone had tapped on the door many times. Pushing herself up, she sauntered toward the washroom. Her eyes were still half opened. There was only one thing in her mind that she wanted to stay away from Xander. Though, it was against her feelings. She didn't wanna look vulnerable as she was aware of what kind of world she would face after leaving the premises of her father. She took a long time to shower. She was dolled up in a pink mini dress, the end of her hair was curled, makeup, and pink lips. She put on her high heels and turned to leave her room. She didn't want anyone to doubt that she wasn't happy with the forced wedding. When she opened the door, Sara was coming at her, Avni was walking behind her holding the tray. Sara was wearing a long saffron gown and her front hair was braided and the curl was laying on the shoulders. She was looking pretty, with her smal
She kept pounding her fists in the punching bag, her knuckles were bruised, and she was using her pain as fuel to build herself strong. She kneed the bag, and a row of punches was thrown on it. Her anger could be seen from her deep frown that formed lines over her forehead. "Shelbina," Janette's infuriated voice reverberated in the gym. Her footfalls were louder than normal. She didn't stop jabbing her fists and kneeing the bag. Sweat was dripping down her forehead, neck, and back, almost she was bathed in her sweat. "Ell!" Sara's voice was soft. It couldn't stop her, couldn't pacify her rage. She felt a hand covering her shoulder. She squeezed her eyes shut. She began to breathe in and out, "Mom, Father wants you to cook today," She forced her voice to be calm, pushing the anger away. "You're going to wed," Janette scolded her as she pulled on her shoulder to face her. She lowered her gaze which was a pool of burning enrage and i
Dread settled in the pit of her stomach. Orlando would never go against Roberto's desire. She did not want to involve Sara and Alberto in her plan. She was well aware of the security system in her father's mansion. Orlando was taking care of all the arrangements. It was going to be very difficult for her to penetrate the circle of security created by her elder brother. She was wandering in the house, trying to understand her brother's plan. It was her last day in her house. She had to make a plan if she wanted to ignore the wedding and escape from him. "The container is full of slaves. We have proof Arturo has ordered them." She heard Sergio, her eldest brother Orlando's right hand. "I'll kill that bastard," She heard the seething voice of her brother. "Then, it's sorted. This is your responsibility." Roberto said. She took several steps back and pretended to walk ahead at the office again. The door opened. Roberto and Orla
She spent the night sitting up, contemplating her plan. It felt safe running after the wedding. Her coherent thoughts never left her. She didn't carry anything with her. Her gaze didn't move from the horizon waiting for the sun to rise. She could feel the coming danger, in the gnawing pit, in her chest in the emptiness in her heart. She was determined not to shed a tear. But the thought of staying away from her family and under the fear that he would catch her at any time and would haul her back into his hell. He didn't try to talk, try anything to frighten her, the dangerous aura around him always kept her alert and sent a warning to go far away from him. Tears had hovered many times in her eyes, the burning sensation did not leave her. She blinked, feeling the need to cry, she dug the heels of her hands in her eyes and tried to ignore the tears burning at the backs of her eyelids. A soft rap broke the chain of her thoughts. Her head turned to the door.
Finishing his wine, he placed the glass on the table. They would kill her If somehow they knew who she was. She wasn't concerned that she ran away from her wedding after the ceremony. She slid her hand over the pocket of her jeans. She could see the mounts of diamonds. Three diamonds together are a symbol of love. She felt a push from behind. She stumbled back. She glanced over her shoulder. Two men strode into the room. Her eyes were only on their guns. They were not bulky but muscular. Somehow, she reached the container that her family confiscated. They wanted to capture Arturo red-handed. She was thinking of disarming them. Orlando had trained her to disarm an opponent. She had gambled her life a lot. The girls pushed themselves away from the point of the gun. "F*** me, baby!" The second man nudged the barrel of his gun in her hair. She was struggling to get free from his hold. "Boss would kill you. Th
"I can't believe, our sister's husband is a hoodlum." Alberto murmured under his breath. "Don't say it out there. You're not a kid, Alberto. Don't make me tell you everything. We're not different from him." He said. "I wanted a businessman for her," Alberto said. "He's a businessman too. Don't forget. Our enemy would target her first. Her husband should be powerful. He is. He can protect her." Orlando said. "Who will protect her from him?" Alberto contorted his face in disbelief. He hated Xander for kidnapping his sister, and for attacking his home when his wife was pregnant and they were alone at home. "I'll protect her." Orlando's tone turned stern. "She's trained. Keep it in your mind." He reminded her. His heart melted seeing her sad face. "My kiddo," Alberto kissed her head. She aimed to get rid of Xander. The decision was made by Xander and her father, the eldest brother. Her steps flattered when she sigh
Anger coursed through him. His hand shot to the gun in his waistband. He put the gun on his forehead. His gaze remained on his wife as she fell back against the couch head. "Sleeping pill." Orlando picked her up, not bothered by the pointed gun at him. His gaze was hard on him. "Don't..." His mouth tightened. "I'll kill you if you... " Xander cut him off. "You'd be dead now if you weren't her brother." He seethed, running his hand through his hair, his knuckles turned white grasping the gun tight. "Sara will stay with her in the room." Alberto said, walking into the room. "You both. Are f***** crazy!" He snarled again. "She's my wife." "Listen up!" Alberto was on his face in a blink. "She has gone through depression before. This situation was close to that. Particularly, your barbarism, ruthlessness." His eyes narrowed on him wanting him to explain. "Nothing is for you to know." Orlando snapped,
Everything was unfolding according to her plan until he entered into her life. Her father chose him for her. She wasn't prepared to give herself to him. Her attempt was failed by her brothers and him, Xander. She didn't want to accept the wedding at any cost. Her impeccable intention didn't work in her favor but she didn't want to lose her heart so easily. She was already planning her next escape. He would confront her. She was aware. She bid goodbye to her family. Her heart was racing. She could feel the upcoming storm. The door closed off the car as he sat in it. She was finding comfort in the silence for now. The driver drove the car away from her father's mansion. She kept her gaze out of the window, looking at them. His gaze seemed to crawl over her skin. "Stop looking at me." She snapped, pressing her lips together. She fought back the tears. The divider was providing them privacy. She also wanted a divider between them.
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