Brianna, thinking that her grandfather would find it difficult to control his anger at the decision she had made with Dester to leave his house immediately, and not wanting to face his fury, preferred to wait for Dester in his room. There, she showered and changed her clothes. There was nothing interesting on TV, so she took her father's book out of one of the suitcases and started reading. The story was moving, and at times she cried. Overcome with emotion, she heard a knock on the door. She got up, quickly wiped away her tears and went to answer it. Another employee came to call her. Her fiancé was already waiting for her. Brianna put the book back in her bag and asked the employee to help her downstairs with them. When he arrived in the lobby, his grandparents were waiting. Her grandmother couldn't hide her tears, and her grandfather was playing strong, when everyone could see that he was struggling not to fall apart. She felt no pity, but hugged him for the last time, and sm
“Aren't we going to live here? In this country?” “No. We're going to Italy, after the wedding celebration on the blue moon.” He said and rolled his eyes, as if he thought it was all nonsense. “Why didn't we go straight to Italy? Why didn't we get married there?” He took a deep breath. “Because my wife wouldn't allow me to have another wedding ceremony in the country that is our homeland.” “Wife?” Brianna couldn't have been more confused. “You didn't say you were married! Did my grandfather know that?” “You didn't ask, and every time I tried to speak, you interrupted me. Your grandfather knows about this condition.” “Your wife... She's at your house, right?” “Yes. She's going to stay here and take part in the wedding. Don't be jealous, Brianna. We werewolves are famous for being very virile.” Brianna bit her lips in frustration. But she wasn't worried about his wife. If he left her there, she wouldn't get to know the blue-eyed man. “It would be easier for me if.
Brianna felt like crying, but held back. She remained silent while he bragged about his properties and his fortune. When he was finally satisfied, he took her back to the house where she would be staying. He didn't go in, but before saying goodbye, he kissed her fiercely. Brianna kept her lips closed, even when he bit them until they bled. He pulled away from her, who kept her arms crossed, and smiled with satisfaction. “I like that you're like this, Brianna. The process of taming you will be painful for you, but it will be very pleasurable for me.” He got into the car and started it. Brianna felt cheated. Not just by Dester, but by her grandfather, and by her mother. She had advised her to go to that place, and now she had no resources to escape. It would be easier to run away from her grandfather. There, it was full of armed men who would watch over her night and day. A few months passed. Brianna lost herself in time. At first, she spent many hours locked in her room, not
They were the blue eyes of her dreams. She couldn't stop staring at him, and for a moment, she was afraid that he would disappear. That it was just a mirage, or a vision. He held her gaze, and there was admiration in them. Brianna shook her head so that the image would disappear, but he was still there. So she decided to explore his features. He had black hair, in a cut that she had seen on some of the boys there, but she thought it looked better on him. He was wearing dress clothes, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to the middle of his arms. He stood up, and she could see that he was quite tall and had a muscular, athletic build. She could tell, without fear of making a mistake, that he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life. He smiled and approached her. “And where were you hiding?” He asked, and his voice sounded like a caress to Brianna. She didn't know what to say. “Are you mute, or don't you speak my language?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Boss... I advise you not to get too close to that woman.” “Why not?” Henry asked amiably. “She's the boss's fiancée.” “How can that be? Dester is already married.” “The culture of people like him... Of... Ah! He's part of a sect that accepts men marrying more women.” Henry frowned. “I already live with other men, from the same family as Dester, and... They only have one wife.” “Yes. Some wives don't accept that they remarry.” Henry sighed. “She's beautiful. Dester never told me about her.” “Why should he? You're partners, not friends. They're getting married soon.” “She told me that, and other things...” Henry then began to tell the boy the things she'd told him, and he noticed the pallor on his face. Even if he didn't confirm it, he already knew. Brianna didn't lie. “Boss... He does these things with his fiancée, but he's forbidden anyone to talk about it, and she's forbidden to tell either. If he finds out, he'll kill us both and lock her up somewhere. He
Henry and Dester met again at lunchtime. “So, Dester? Did you get the cooks to come up with a satisfactory menu?” “Yes... I'm very happy today. Everything's going well... You know... My future wife was a bit wild, and I've been concentrating on taming her for a few months now. And today, after many months, she seemed more resigned to my teachings. I think that now, the trend is only to improve, just a few more adjustments, and she'll be a perfect wife.” “What you've said makes me wonder three things... How do you domesticate a human being? And another question: what is your ideal of the perfect wife? You told me a few years ago that you would never tie yourself to a woman, even if you were married. You refused to have children with your wife because of your ideal. Why did you change your mind?” “Well, if you domesticate a woman by giving her correctives so that she knows who's boss in the house and respects your rules.” “Corrections?” “Henry... You don't want to lectu
Henry looked at his wristwatch. “The time I agreed with her starts in a few minutes. I thought you wouldn't want to miss your own engagement dinner, so I asked her to come now, in the afternoon.” “You really are my best friend. This is the perfect present. Sarah really appeals to me...” “But not enough for me to be your wife...” “She has a son. And she loves his father. Only a fool would take her for a wife. She has no scruples, she's a bloodthirsty witch, and she'd cheat on you with the father of her child without a second thought. As it happens, I'm always informed about her life. And I know that she's living with a... man. And how could I trust a woman who lives with a man and goes out with another man?” “He doesn't seem to care.” “He lives numb to drugs, as does the father of her child. My sources tell me that she sends him money every week.” “You describe her as a disgusting person. Why do you want to stay with her?” “Because I've heard reports of what she does
Brianna was very happy to hear that Henry had successfully arranged everything necessary for them to be alone. She noticed that there were no armed men around the pond, and she knew that this was Henry's doing. Brianna ran into her room and brushed her hair. She wanted him to think she was beautiful. Unconsciously, of course. She believed that if she showed a little vanity, she would reward him for helping her escape that fate. And although she found him beautiful and attractive, she hadn't yet experienced the love that her mother had told her she would feel in her dream. But she knew that she could feel things for that man that she had never believed were really possible, far from her imagination. Henry awakened dreams and desires in her. He awoke hope in her. Hope of having something that she could take with her forever. Something that no one could ever steal from her. Henry could be the answer she had been waiting for. Henry could be her option. She left as soon as she sa