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He didn't look the same as he did in the church earlier. His face had gotten darker, his eyes colder, and the energy surrounding him seemed more tense. For some reason, Camila felt like she couldn't breathe.
What happened to: "Trust me mom and dad, I will take care of your princess"?
"I want you to understand the concept of this marriage," he said, giving her a serious look. "We both know this is a loveless marriage, and I only agreed because I also need your father's help. So, don't expect much from me now that you're here," he told her.
Camila wanted to open her mouth and say something, but she couldn't. Instead, she just nodded.
"Rule number one: Don't touch what isn't yours," he stated.
Camila looked confused and angry at the same time. What did he mean by "Don't touch what isn't yours"? It seemed like Mr. Ruiz had forgotten she was also from a rich family, and all this gold didn't faze her. For some reason, she wasn't courageous enough to say what she was thinking.
"Rule number two: Whatever happens in the Ruiz estate stays in the Ruiz estate. You're not allowed to blab about us in public," he added.
"Rule number three: Don't touch me under any circumstances," he said, giving her a disgusted look.
Camila's eyes narrowed at his statement, but she nodded.
"Rule number four: Don't you ever meddle in my affairs. Whether I'm sad, happy, or angry, just mind your business." His eyes had grown colder now, and Camila couldn't help but wonder why he was doing all this.
"Rule number five, and the last but not least: Don't ever break these rules because they come with consequences," he said, bringing his hand to her chin to force her to look at him. His grip was tight, but Camila didn't mind; she was so lost in his eyes. They were so cold, so dark. She searched deep to look for the little boy Alejandro, the one who would always go out of his way to ensure she was happy.
He wasn't there anymore. She had destroyed him.
"Consequences?" she whispered, her voice betraying her.
A slight curve formed on Alejandro's lips as his eyes slowly gazed at her lips, then her long neck and collarbone. Her wedding dress was designed in a way that exposed her cleavage, and Alejandro couldn't help but wonder about the size of her breasts.
Were they big enough for him to wrap his palm around and squeeze, or were they small? Did she have pointy nipples? As dirty thoughts flooded his mind, he resisted the urge to squeeze them and find out. It was too early to fantasize about her when she hadn't yet tasted the hell he brought her here for.
"Consequences?" he slowly repeated, his arms moving to grip her long neck. They were perfect, like they were made for him to squeeze, to choke when he pushed her on his bed and taught her why she shouldn't break his rules.
He pulled her close before leaning in to bring his lips to her ear. Camila shut her eyes tight. She didn't know what was happening to her. Her heart wouldn't stop racing, and when she felt his lips touch her ear, her body stiffened.
How could a man have this much effect on her?
"I will tie you up on my bed and f*ck you so hard that you will wish you never broke my rules or even thought of breaking them," he whispered hotly in her ear. She stiffened again as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled.
She smelled as sweet as caramel, which was bad because Alejandro liked caramel. He released her throat and, without saying anything more, opened his car door and got out.
Camila stayed by herself for a few minutes, trying to recover from what had just happened. She should feel scared and wary of him for what he had just told her. Normally, if a man did what he did, Camila would be pressing charges, that was for sure. But something about this man made her so curious. She wanted to find out more. What would actually happen if she provoked him? Would he...
"Oh my God, Camila, look at what you're saying!" She scolded herself before getting out of the car. She took her luggage from the trunk. There were two heavy boxes. One was filled with her skin products and makeup, while the other contained her clothes and accessories.
She struggled to carry them as she made her way up the grand staircase leading to the main door. Were there no maids here? She opened the door, and the interior did not disappoint.
The place was made of pure gold and glass. You could see your own reflection if you stared at the floor, showing how shiny and neat the place was. The walls had expensive historic paintings in rows, and by each corridor, there were huge jugs of beautiful flowers.
Camila couldn't help but stare at the place in awe, but her hands were hurting from carrying the two pieces of luggage, and she didn't even know where her room was.
"Welcome back, Mr. Ruiz, and congratulations," his maids came out in rows to greet him. So he did have maids.
Alejandro didn't reply, no thank you. He took off his jacket and handed it to one of them. Camila sneered silently. She couldn't believe they would rather take a light jacket than help someone struggling with two heavy pieces of luggage.
"Lead her to her room," she heard Alejandro tell a maid, who bowed her head in agreement and respect before walking towards Camila.
"Welcome home, ma'am," the maid said, looking at the luggage. "Do you need me to assist you?" she asked politely.
Camila smiled and nodded, but Alejandro interrupted. "Lily, who do you work for, me or her?" he asked coldly.
Lily bowed fearfully. "I thought since you two are married, I could be respectful too..."
"Since you know so much, you're fired. I want you out of here tonight," Alejandro said, not waiting to hear her pleas as he climbed the stairs to his room.
Camila stiffened. She wanted to say something to him, but remembering their rules in the car, she kept quiet. How could he fire someone for being thoughtful? Camila felt sorry for Lily as she left in tears to pack her things.
Another maid came to Camila. "Let's go, miss," she said and began leading Camila upstairs. She didn't bother assisting with the luggage, and Camila didn't bother her either, not wanting her to lose her job.
She felt sorry for them for having an ashole as a boss, but she felt sorrier for herself. She had married the ashole, and he hated her guts.
Camila was woken by her ringtone. She stretched and squinted her eyes open. Her arms still ached from carrying the heavy luggage last night. The bags were still on the floor where she had dropped them as soon as she got to her room. She reached for her phone on the nightstand.It was Isabella calling. Camila rolled her eyes as she answered."Sis, happy married life! How was your first night at your husband's house? Are you sore? Did you do the deed?" Isabella bombarded her with questions."Isa, give your sister a break. She just got married, and you're already grilling her," Camila heard Sofia's voice, along with the sounds of frying and kitchen clatter.Camila could guess what was going on: her mother was making breakfast, and Isabella was present but glued to her phone. If she wasn't recording for her lifestyle vlogs, she was making calls or video chatting.Camila couldn't help but smile. It had only been a day since she left, but she felt like running back to her family."How are y
Camila came down to join Alejandro for breakfast after dressing up. He was crossing his legs and flipping through his magazine, but the moment he sensed her presence, he stopped and eyed her from head to toe.Camila felt uneasy under his gaze. "Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked, confused and unsure."The real question is, why are you dressed like that?" Alejandro shot back."What do you mean?" Camila looked down at herself. She was wearing a big tee with joggers and her favorite fluffy animal slippers. It was her go-to outfit when she had nothing to do or when she decided to work from home."You can't dress like that if you're going out with me," Alejandro replied."Where are we going, then?" she asked again.Alejandro sighed and closed his magazine, as if her question bored him. "We are going to the company. You're my wife now, and I want you to involve yourself in my business.""I have my own business," Camila replied angrily.Alejandro only smirked. "That isn't why we
Alejandro smirked, suddenly letting go of her hand and reaching for her waist, pulling her close to him. His sudden move made her eyes widen."What the hell, Alejandro!" Camila tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip, leading her toward the company entrance. The security guards at the door immediately opened it for Alejandro."Let me go," Camila whispered through gritted teeth. He held her waist tightly, and everyone was watching."Congratulations, Mr. Ruiz.""Happy married life, Mr. Ruiz.""Congratulations on getting married, Mr. Ruiz."Every employee that passed greeted him, but he didn't respond. He pulled Camila into the elevator before finally letting her go. Inside, she used the small mirror to check her face, fixing her hair and clothes."I told you I don't like being controlled. If you want my respect, you have to respect me too!" she scolded him.Alejandro rolled his eyes. "You don't deserve my respect. I married you to do you a favor. You practically owe me. I bought y
7BRIARWOOD SCHOOL *****A red Mercedes-Benz CLA-Class stopped in the parking lot. The car door opened, and a pair of Chelsea boots stepped out, catching the attention of the crowd outside.Isabella emerged from her red car, wearing her uniform: a white shirt, a black and red flare skirt, black pop socks, Chelsea boots, and a black jacket with the signature "B" for Briarwood Academy." Briar make way, the queen is here!"Welcome back, Isa!"" I love your boots, Issa!"" I love your hair! Can I get you coffee every morning?"" Can we be best friends, Isa?"Isabella walked into the enormous building, her chin held high, a proud and confident smile on her face. She was their queen, and she knew it."Isabella, I missed you," Chappell exclaimed, coming to hug her. Chappell was one of Isabella's three friends, known for her natural red curly hair that Isabella loved."I missed you too. Where are Gloria and Abby?" Isabella asked."Gloria can't make it today. Her curling iron exploded this mo
"I don't even work like this in my father's company," Camila frowned.Alejandro smirked, moving closer to her. He cupped her chin, making her look into his eyes. "This isn't your father's company, wifey. Your husband loves to work and loves hardworking women too," he pressed, walking back to his desk to get his telephone."Sandra, report to my office," he ordered. Sandra walked in. Her office was opposite his, but Alejandro preferred using the telephone. Even if someone stood by the door, he would still use the phone."My wife will join the architects. She called some of our work basic and cliché. I want you to keep a strict eye on her performance. Can I trust you with that?" he asked, giving Sandra a serious look."Yes, Mr. Ruiz. You can trust me," Sandra smiled.Alejandro smiled briefly and walked to Camila again. He gripped her chin and planted a kiss on her lips, making her eyes widen. She wasn't expecting that."Behave, wifey," he warned before leaving his office."Let's go, Cami
9Camila slowly turned to him.“Am I not allowed to quit anymore?” she asked, her eyes full of surprise.“Your father did not tell me you're a quitter. How can you quit after one day of working?” Alejandro faked a confused look.“I hate you!” Camila gritted her teeth and turned back to the sketch room, but Alejandro’s voice stopped her.“Call it a day, Sandra,” he ordered.Sandra looked pained. She still wanted to punish Camila some more, but she dared not disobey Alejandro.“Yes, Mr. Ruiz,” she gave a respectful bow. “Good night, Mrs. Ruiz. Remember to come early tomorrow,” she gave Camila a sweet smile, but Camila did not buy it.“I will take my leave now, Mr. Ruiz,” Sandra greeted Alejandro goodbye before walking away from the office.“Are you hungry?” Alejandro then asked Camila.She stared at him but did not reply.“Get prepared and meet me at the car outside. We are going to have dinner at a restaurant, and I don’t want you to waste my time,” Alejandro rolled his eyes and walked
10Camila’s eyes were already teary.“I didn’t get married to you just for marriage’s sake. I practically bought you because your father sold you to me. And he hasn’t told you, but I will. He borrowed a huge sum of money from my family to fix his upcoming project before he had an accident. He said he would give me anything, and I said I wanted you. I don’t think your parents told you that,” Alejandro smirked.Camila shook her head, refusing to believe it. How could her parents sell her? And come to think of it, how did Alejandro come from nowhere and offer to help them from bankruptcy? How had she never thought this through?“Go and change, Camila. Five minutes is all you get,” Alejandro ordered and called another worker. “Lead her to the dressing room,” he said.The worker took Camila along, and she could not argue. Camila put on the stripper’s wear and could not look directly in the mirror. She was practically naked. The bra was half-covered, showing half of her present, and the g-s
11"I see what's going on. You badly want me to punish you, and I will help you with that," Alejandro leaned back in his chair."All of you leave and don't come back until I say so," he ordered the maids, who promptly obeyed.Camila watched the maids leave from the corner of her eye. Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered what Alejandro would do, but she remained glued to her chair. No matter what happened, she had decided not to show any sign of intimidation in front of him.When no traces of the maids could be found, Alejandro stood up from his seat and moved in front of Camila. She stared back at him with a daring look. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the neck and roughly pulled her up.Camila tried to process what was happening or where they were going until her back harshly hit the wall."You've been so stubborn. I should put you in your place," he said, forcing one of his hands into her mouth. Despite her resistance, he made sure his hand went deep into her throat. She struggled t