How is everyone today?” I ask cheerfully. “Is Sonya stopping by?”“Yes, we’re taking Regina shopping,” replies Jenny, her smile weakening. “Oh, would you like to come too?”I see the sullen look on Regina’s face. She’s not ready to forgive everyone yet except for Jenny whom she is closer to. “No,” I reply. “I have things to do here.”REGINA.I know I had to pretend to be cool with everyone because I do not know who they are or why they had taken me and as for what Charlene told me, I do not even believe in that shit. How can someone comes from nowhere and tell me that she is my sister when I know the truth that I was bought and raised by Ricardo. Once we get out of here I am escaping and calling Rhoda to help me.CharleneIt’s silent as we busy our mouths with food. Andrei glances at me and then motions to the maid to take my empty plate. She dutifully fills it with avocado, eggs and toast, and a strip of bacon. The smell reaches my nose and my throat spasms. Oh shit, not here.The c
I finger a tiny T-shirt decorated with embroidered green leaves. “They’re adorable.” I have to admit that my baby will have all the things I never had.“Jenny told Alfredo that you should be on a prenatal diet. It’s so exciting,” Sonya coos. “Have you thought of a name yet if it’s a girl?”“What if it is a boy?” I ask.“Alfredo would have the right to name him. But you can pick the girl’s name.” Sonya pulls out a teddy bear.“I haven’t thought about any names.”Sonya reaches into another bag and pulls out a thick paperback book. “There are tons of baby names in here. We can pick our favorites. Tiensen will be a better name. No I think Armelia is a good name that looks good for babies” Jenny said.We spend the next hour picking out baby names while snacking on imported macarons off a cut glass plate. is doing all the things that he needs to do to take care of the baby and me, and as much as I don’t like to admit it, getting taken care of by Andrei is nice. Why shouldn’t I be allowed t
Their deaths haven’t scared anyone into talking,” adds Natasha, sitting in the chair closest to the desk. She doesn’t flinch when I give her a sharp look.“Then maybe we need to look for someone that ranks higher,” I reply grimly.“We’ve looked,Alfredo,” answers Sean . “Younger men have replaced the older.”“Find someone who will talk,” I bark.They leave the office. And again, I picture the triumphant smile on Charlene face when she yanked the ring off the severed finger. My lucky girl has changed because of me. Power corrupts, and why was I so naïve to think it wouldn’t corrupt her? I brag about my power, and now, Charlene has a taste for it.I know that feeling. That rush. It’s hard to not want it once you’ve had it.But the image is replaced with another—her glowing face as she admired all the baby clothes. Laughing over names with Sonya.She’s still Charlene in her heart. Little Ms. Lucky is not gone yet.Maybe the need for revenge will pass. If it had been Jenny, I’d have punish
The old man makes a ghastly noise, a cross between a cough and cackle. He owns me and knows it. Ricardo knows he will die before he tells me anything. I curse him as I storm out of the room.CharleneNatasha stubs out her cigarette quickly as I walk toward the garage. She grabs an old plastic five-gallon container that once held paint and places it so I can sit down. I wave my hand in front of my face, dispersing the smoke. I thank her, and then we say nothing to each other. The silence is comfortable as we stare at the garden and the woods behind it. I notice then that, from the garage, one can see the entrance to the maze.Regina comes around and see us , she was going to turn back when I called her.“ Regina” I called. She turn around and her gaze met with mine.“ Do you want something or you want to say something to me ? I asked. She gave meSome smile and walk to me.“ Can I sit? She asked.“ Sure” I replied and move for her a bit, the swing is large enough for two people.“ You s
“ Yeah, I never thought we would ever bond, your husband did brought us together and it’s really beautiful having a sister like you” Regina said.“ You grew up around Matinez and Rhoda isn’t it? I asked.“ They are not like you, they are the hard type they never loved me most especially recently Rhoda had changed towards me and Martinez seems to have flee back to her biological father.“ Your husband cares about you and I think you deserve him” she saidYeah but the world sees him as a criminal,” I reply.Regina shrugs. “Who’s perfect?”I gawk at Regina’s cavalier attitude, but she ignores me. “Why should be happy you have a man like him there to protect you, a man who is over you, do you know how many women wants him? “He was right when he wanted to let me go, his lifestyle isn’t the kind a woman like me want but love happened and then the baby. And that’s a big problem.” I sit up straight because I know I have to say something important to my sister. “Regina, you have to be carefu
Alfredo had always been the nice guy since he got with me not to anyone else.I wish we could just have peace and keep having a moment like this but the chaos in the life of the Alvrado’s are just too much.It would have been better if my dad hasn’t add so much to my current problem.Why can’t I just be mad at this man, I find it hard to be mad at him for using me to get something from my dad.I look down to myself and My hands trace over my belly. He turns and flashes the knee-melting smile that leaves a silly grin on my face. When his attention returns to the stove, I stare at his slim hips and solid, shapely ass in his jeans. The thrill leaps back into my heart, snakes its way down my belly, and flutters teasingly between my legs.A little romance is all it takes to make me doubt myself again. I wish all the chaos would just end.We eat in silence in the living room near a large window that overlooks the estate. The food is delicious, and my stomach doesn’t object. As I take the la
Maybe he’ll choose to be in my world after the baby is born.Maybe he’ll be a good father, and there will be more days like this. Maybe we’ll be happy together. But how I can make that happen is something I’ll have to figure out.After an unhurried morning alone upstairs, Alfredo and I go downstairs, and I glare at the front door when we reach the main hall. That imposing door will only keep the world out if it remains shut.Peevishly, I wait for Sean to burst into the mansion and seek out Alfredo, as usual, for some emergency or the other. I eye the door, waiting for him to appear, holding up his phone with an urgent text. And then they’ll speak in Spanish to keep me in the dark and disappear into the office.But it doesn’t happen.Did Alfredo threaten everyone so they’d leave us alone today?Morning gives way to a serene afternoon as Alfredo and I walk toward the gardens. The garden offers no privacy with its low hedges and flower beds—there’s nothing that grows higher than one’s wa
Alfredo stops the car in a clearing near the wall that encircles the property. I didn’t realize we had driven up an incline, and when we get out of the car, the house is visible below us in the distance. A dirt trail disappears in a sea of dense foliage, waving gently in the breeze. Maybe the trail leads to the house, and I think about Eva and her secret lover.As for myself, I realize that escaping the mansion would’ve been impossible. Instead, I wonder how long I will remain after everything is done. I don’t dare mention the hidden money, not that I understand it completely.Alfredo stares at the same view; his dark hair shines more brown than black under sunlight. He stands tall, his hands on his hips and his shirt buttons undone, giving me a tantalizing peek at his chest. I don’t know why all of a sudden, I feel shy to look at him. We’ve been through a lot; I’m carrying his baby, yet I feel more timid than ever at how attractive he is. I sneak peeks as if it would be shameful to b
Despite my fear, I can’t bring myself to go too far. Tears are streaming down my face as I scream uncontrollably. But no one can hear me with the hallway door shut.I keep crawling, and in the dark, my hand touches something in Alfredo's jacket … his gun.And it’s enough for me to make a split-second decision. One that I hope will ultimately save our lives. I grab the gun and pull the trigger. An ear-splitting bang alerts the whole household. Suddenly, all the lights come on in every room of the house, and I hear footsteps running up the stairs. I scream again, and Vanya appears at the door, fully dressed though his brown hair is slightly ruffled.“Charlene, where is Alfredo?” he asks, wide-eyed.But before I can respond, another gunshot resounds through the bedroom, making me shriek in terror. Maya hurries toward the bedroom door and yanks his gun from his belt. His face contorts in fury as he disappears into the room. I turn back to follow him, but I’m swept up from behind by strong
“I prefer it,” I reply curtly. “Who shot the cop,Sara? Was it you or Lance?”“How do you know it wasn’t your sister?” A smirk tugs at her lips.I shake my head. “Sonya wouldn’t.” But as soon as the words leave my lips, I realize just how little I truly know my own sister.“An eye for an eye.” The sly smile widens across Sara’s lips. “One family for another. You know as well as I do that Sonya was never raised in the rules of the Bratva like you and I.”The private room is filled with an uncomfortable silence, and the waiter’s footsteps echo as he enters. He looks nervously at us and realizes no one has even picked up a menu. He hesitantly asks if we’re ready to place our orders. No one wants to eat, so I order a bottle of vodka.“No one will want to associate with someone wanted by the law,” I break the silence. “Not for this. And if you goaded Sonya into doing this—”“I didn’t.” She stops me before I can finish my accusation. “That’s why I want to talk about a truce.”The waiter ente
Charlene smiles shyly and then focuses on her salad, spearing a piece of avocado with her fork. Her gaze falls on the lone brass key in the box, and I know she’s dying to ask questions.“Technically, we don’t own it yet,” I reply. “We’re negotiating the price, and then there’s closing. The couple that owns it are excited to retire early. None of their children are interested in running the place. It’s a good location.”“What about security?” she asks, eyeing the few diners seated at random tables.“The river protects one side, and security can stay in the inn. You don’t have to open it to the public. You’ll be safe here as long as you don’t forget who you are.”Charlene puts down her fork and looks around the charming antique interior with exposed beams and wood plank floors. A large stone fireplace crackles and fills the room with warmth. The walls are a mix of wood paneling and stone accents. In the corner is a bar stocked with local craft beers. Old, framed prints and maps of the a
Just like Alfredo, these people will praise me for my brutality toward my family.Could Alfredo ever escape what was fated to happen?Could I?I don’t wait for the morning or for Regina to say come in.I unlock the door and enter her room. The couture dress is balled up and thrown on the floor while Regina lies on her bed in her old clothes that she took from Dad’s house. Her earbuds are in, and she ignores me as I pace alongside her bed. Her eyes stay trained on the laptop screen as if there’s actually something absorbing on streaming. I sit down on the bed near her and close the screen.“What do you want?” she asks crossly.I sit up straight. “I want to tell you that I’m sorry for slapping you.”“Is that it?” Regina asks, sitting up and crossing her legs.I watch my tone. “Yes, I’m sorry I slapped you, but we couldn’t risk it last night.”She rolls her eyes and replies, “Of course,My dear sister Charlene couldn’t risk something .”I look away and can’t think of what to say.“They do
Stefan frowns, and a nagging feeling descends like a chill down my ribs, letting me know that something might be wrong.“Excuse me.” I leave them and search for Alfredo.I don’t like the look on Stefan’s face, and if he’s up to something, I want it stopped now. All I want is a joyful night without drama and violence, and I’m not about to see it ruined by teenage hormones.“Charlene, good to see you.” A large hand grips my upper arm, and Ivo greets me with a hearty hug. “May we speak?”Distracted by his greeting, I nod as he leads me into the ballroom and almost outside through the French doors. “This is an impressive showing. You’ve done well for your first full event as Andrei’s wife. Any news?”My lips form a thin line. “I don’t know anything about Sonya Gregory. As far as I know, she’s gone underground.”“Of course.” He strokes his bushy beard with his overgrown fingernails. “But there was something else. An unfortunate shooting?”“I believe my husband. I wouldn’t be here talking t
“Maybe this friendship with Zara is not a bad thing,” Sean replies. “There is an advantage to your wife learning how to be a prop wife. Which means you can start treating her like one. You’ve allowed her too much freedom.”I chuckle as I pour another. “I kept her locked in a bedroom.”“A bedroom for a queen with endless luxuries and wealth,” replies Sean . “You’ve spoiled her. And she knows she can use sex to manipulate you. There’s a part of you that is holding onto her too tight. If you hold onto a butterfly’s wing, it will tear when it tries to fly away. Only when you let go will it want to return.” Sean continues with a smirk on his lips. “Make Charlene think she’s crazy for wanting to leave you. You must be like mu father”“Never.”“You have little choice,Alfredo.” Sean looks at his glass before taking a sip. “You need to turn Charlene into a Brotherhood wife. Your mom hated your father, but she wanted for nothing.”“Except love,” I reply flatly.“You loved your mother, Alfredo.
I remember what he said when Regina was first brought here.“A brotherhood wife sleeps with him unless he decides otherwise.”“I didn’t plan to … I fell asleep.” I stand and navigate my body carefully around his. “I’m going upstairs to pack.”I don’t dare look at him as I hurry out the door, past the guard.My foot lands on the step, and I immediately run the rest of the way to our bedroom. I know he won’t let me leave, and I must be crazy to think otherwise, but I’ll try anyway. I don’t have my own luggage, so I search in his closet. That’s not all I find. Behind a heavy wool dress coat, there’s a gun cabinet. I stare at them in rows shiny black and terrifyingly cold.I cover them up with the coat again.I drag the first empty suitcase out and toss it onto the bed when Alfredo enters the room. He walks slowly to the bed and watches me as I throw an armful of dresses into the case.Where am I going to wear these things?Evening gowns made of silk and satin are too fancy for me to hide i
“I don’t know much about being a wife to a husband in the brotherhood,” I blurt out clumsily.Her gaze rests on the small diamond pendant around my neck, and she frowns ever so slightly. “Is that a gift from your husband?”My hand rests on it, and I nod.“Is it real?” she asks.I nod again. “I’m pretty sure all the jewelry he has given me is real.”“Foolish girl.” She smiles thinly. “All your jewelry should be appraised and then duplicated. Youneverwear the originals. I will give you the name of a shop. Very discreet. They will pay for them, and your husband will never know. Never let your husband pick your jewelry.”My eyes widen as if she’s talking crazy. “Then how do I ask for it?”She tsks like I’m a child. “You admire a piece or find a picture of something you like in an auction catalog. Place the page on his desk. He will buy it for you. Don’t let him give you anything you can’t sell.”A chill descends my spine at her words. She’s not telling me how to be a wife.She’s telling m
Charlene shifts in her seat, sitting at the end of the couch away from Sean.“What do we need to do to get better families on this list?” I ask.Sean stares at the screen. “We can offer a gift?”Charlene stares daggers at me. “Are you talking about auctioning off my sister?”Sean glances at Charlene and then focuses on me. “Perhaps there are better ways than using marriage? You’ve had mixed luck with matrimony so far.”I scowl at Sean. “Names? What about Sammie or Taras?”“He’s married to Eva, and the Taras were no fans of Algredo’s father. A rushed marriage isn’t going to mend a blood feud. Especially a marriage to a sister-in-law,” he replies quickly.I have to restrain myself from shouting at him. “I need a better name, Sean”He looks at me coldly. “Perhaps the girl has plans for her own life.”Instantly, I remember the day when Alfredo mom said something similar about Charlene.What if that woman you brought here also made promises that you are making her break?My voice lowers. “I