chapter 5

Helen narrates.

The rich breeze was blowing in through the window. I opened my eyes heavily. It had been hard for me to fall asleep because it wasn't easy to sleep with someone I didn't know.

I took a shower and when I came out, Margarita was already coming to bed with breakfast.

"What are you doing, Margarita, bringing breakfast to the room?" I asked in amazement. All this time she had eaten breakfast as the servants.

"These are the lord's orders, ma'am" he told me with his eyes lowered.

"Don't call me ma'am, you know my name is Helen, it's not necessary" I whispered confidently.

"Yes, it is. I don't want my grumpy employer to get upset if he hears that I speak to him by name.

I sat down to have breakfast in bed, while I talked with Margarita; She looked like she was an older lady, in her fifties or sixties.

"Your employer is a horrible monster" I expressed releasing the hatred I felt for him.

"It wasn't always like this, ma'am." I looked at her surprised.

"In that way?" I asked curious.

"Mr. Dylan was a cheerful, funny, warm and very happy young man" I raised an eyebrow in disbelief; "But everything changed when he lost his wife and his son" his eyes saddened "And to complete it he was left in that wheelchair that took away the possibility of falling in love again."

"And did they love each other very much?" I carefully observed the painting of the beautiful blonde with that tender boy in the photographs painted on the wall.

"They were the perfect couple" she whispered, and I could see how a tear wet her cheeks.

I swallowed hard, not wanting to imagine what it felt like to be at Dylan's feet; His behavior was understandable. Losing his family and at the same time the mobility of his legs was heartbreaking.

"Helen, I need you to help the girls in the kitchen" Marina entered with her haughty look without touching my room.

She was a lot like Dylan in how arrogant and overbearing, looked down on everyone, and always had that aura of superiority.

I pursed my lips and finished my breakfast to help in the kitchen. Soon I was clearing the dishes when one of the younger maids approached me.

"Ma'am, you should talk to your husband, what Mrs. Marina does with you when Mr. Dylan is not there is exploitation, she doesn't treat us like that, besides, you are the lady of the house."

Those words from that service girl stayed in my head. Every time Dylan wasn't there, Marina took the opportunity to humiliate me and assign me chores that I shouldn't have done.

After hours of doing chores, I decided to go out into the garden, taking advantage of the fact that my dear sister-in-law was not at home. The mansion was huge and beautiful, and I hadn't had time to admire it.

The first thing I saw was a private gym at the back of the house, with all kinds of machinery. I had always wanted to do a little exercise, I knew that my body was not well formed and that despite my eighteen years of age, I looked like a much younger girl.

I walked through the garden and sat on a bench in front of a beautiful fountain. I wanted so badly to see my mother; I had already lost count of how many days I had gone without seeing her. I constantly wondered if all that sacrifice was worth it.

After sitting on that bench for a long time thinking, I walked to the garage, where there were about six sports cars of various colors, as well as trucks and a limousine; You could see that Dylan had a lot of money, he was a man of means and a lot of Glamor, it was noticeable in the statues and relics that adorned the entire house.

"Mrs. Helen come back soon, Ms. Marina is entering the property!" shouted Maria, the youngest servant, from the kitchen window that overlooked the garden.

I almost ran out, I didn't want problems with my sister-in-law's witch, so I pretended to accommodate the cupboard; I was distracted going down and going up the groceries when I felt the hands of a man cling to my waist.

When I turned to see who it was, I almost had a heart attack seeing Alejandro in the mansion.

“What are you doing here? How did you get in? If Dylan or the lady…”

"Shut up my love, listen, I'm working as a gardener to be close to you..."

“As a Gardener? Here in the mansion?" I looked at him amazed.

"Yes, I did it because I have a plan to run away from here."

He kissed me and I returned the kiss with pleasure, I loved Alejandro with all my might.

"What are you doing in the kitchen?" asked Marina entering suddenly.

"I only came for water ma'am" he said nervously, and I was almost fainting.

"Give him water and get him out of the kitchen." He looked at me with authority.

I gave him a glass of water and he left. My heart was beating a thousand beats per second, I knew I could get into a huge problem, but at those moments in my life I didn't care about anything.

I couldn't see my mother, they treated me like a slave, and I really wanted to be with Alejandro, with my Alejandro.

I went up to my room, changed my clothes and went to the service room, I didn't want Dylan to come and find me in his room.

"What are you doing here ma'am, Helen?" Margarita asked that she came with some sheets to fold.

"I'm going to sleep in my old room" I explained determined.

“The lord might get upset, all your belongings are in the lord's room, it's better if you sleep with him.

"I don't think you'd like sleeping with me; besides you haven't arrived yet, right?"

“No and it is very rare. The Lord is not late.

"Margarita, where are the rooms for the gardeners and drivers?" I asked covertly.

"They are passing the garden in a small house that is there for them, why?"

"Curiosity".

I closed my eyes and suddenly I was in a large room, overlooking the sea. I was wearing a beige silk nightgown clinging to my body that exposed my small breasts. A man was with me, but I could not see his face, yet I knew it was Alejandro; the man kissed my lips. First the kiss was soft and then it went up in intensity.

I was trembling, that man was tall and corpulent, his warm lips devoured mine with total frenzy, his hot tongue asking permission to enter my oral cavity.

Then that man left my lips to go to my nipples and squeeze them a little with the tips of his teeth.

"Ahhhhh!" I moaned when she sucked on my little delicacies with her tongue.

He left my breasts to remove my nightgown and push me gently onto the bed, he lowered his pants a little and tried to penetrate me when the moonlight coming through the window managed to focus on his face.

It wasn't Alexander! It was my arrogant husband Dylan Mayora who was making love to me!

"Get up, your husband has arrived!" I woke up sweaty and shaken when someone grab my arm.

"What's wrong with you? How are you going to wake me up like that?" I released myself from her annoying grip. Who did he think he was to wake me up like this?

“What are you doing in this room?! I told you had to sleep in mine with me." I realized that he was drunk, quite drunk, so I felt very afraid.

"Sir, it's that..." I wanted to excuse myself, but he wouldn't let me.

"It's nothing, you're going to sleep there, and I don't want you to ever sleep with the maids again, do you hear me?" She pointed his finger at me almost touching my forehead.

I was shaking with fear, I hated him so much, he was a conceited, despot who was used to everyone doing his damn bidding.

I followed him trembling with panic. That time I saw him naked while I was helping him get into the tub. His alcohol red eyes looked at me as if I were a delicious dinner, I was shaking and trying not to look at him.

We went to bed after getting it ready and I tried to be as far away from him as possible. Knowing that he was drunk made me think that he could do something crazy.

"Sleep closer to me" His brow was arched.

"Sir, you are drunk, you can commit something crazy that you can regret."

"I clenched my teeth in helplessness."

"I told you to sleep closer to me!" My delicate body convulsed in fear. That was what he caused in me, hatred, fear, panic, and anger. I wanted time to pass as soon as possible so I could be close to Alejandro." Or can't you be as close to your husband as you were to that guy at the mall you made out with yesterday?

I parted my lips in surprise. I imagined that Camilo had seen me and told him everything, but at what moment?

"Tell me, who is he?" she asked angrily.

“Do you think that before you came to harm my life, I no longer had one? Didn't have friends? Didn't have family? Didn't have a boyfriend whom I love with all my heart? He was the one I was making out with!" I sat in his face with all the happiness in the world.

At that moment I thought Dylan was going to kill me and by then I didn't care at all about dying, I was disgusted, I was tired of the same shit. But her reaction was the opposite: she looked at me for a few seconds and kissed me. She was kissing me!

At first, I tried to push him away, but shortly after I felt a pleasant sensation flooding my entire being, but it all ended when he released my lips and said something to me that completely hurt my ego and my heart.

“I am your husband from now on, and there is no boyfriend here, okay? And I hope it doesn't happen again or you'll never see your mother again!"

I looked at him hatefully.

He was a monster; how dare he mess with my mother? How dare he threaten me with her if he knew she was sick?

I lay down with my back to him and started to cry; Tears ran down my cheeks and my heart wrinkled with pain. The next morning, he had to talk to Alejandro, he had to leave the mansion before Dylan saw him and recognized him. I didn't want the monster to do anything to my mother for the world.

When I woke up, he was no longer by my side, I was grateful not to have to see him in the morning.

After taking a shower and putting on some high-waisted shorts with a semi-cropped shirt and pointed heels, I went to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Margarita, how do you wake up?" I greeted friendly like every morning.

"Ma'am, what are you doing? She was going to bring breakfast to her room."

“Calm down Margarita, I prefer to have breakfast with you.”

Margarita served me some delicious pancakes with jams and chopped fruit, orange juice, and a very frothy cappuccino. I couldn't help but remember Mom's breakfasts. A tear ran down my cheek.

As soon as I saw Dylan, I was going to ask permission to see my mother because I needed to know how she was.

I peeked out the window to check out the season's spring weather, and also to see the mansion's gardener. I needed to tell him as soon as possible that he had to leave, that my husband knew of his existence.

There he was, pruning some roses in the garden, he was not wearing a shirt and his bare back was exposed, the youth in his body was noticeable. Dylan tripled his back width and height from what he could see sitting down with the naked eye.

“How much do you look out the window?” Marina asked that she had been watching me for a while.

"I'm just looking at the flowers" I answered nervously.

"The etiquette teacher has arrived, my brother has sent her to teach you the protocol for cutlery, what dish to choose in a restaurant, and more, although I think that even if the monkey dresses in silk, she stays cute."

I clenched my fist annoyed; I was tired of that woman; she was stubborn and moody.

The afternoon went by quickly. I was studying how to use more than fifty cutleries, I didn't even know there were so many, but I learned quickly and Nancy the protocol teacher told me that with two sessions I would be ready.

I peeked into the garden again, but this time from the living room where I was watching the classes; Alejandro waved me over to meet later in the evening at the fountain.

I was nervous, if Dylan found out he could kill us both, but I had to see him, I had to tell him to leave, or his life would be at risk.