Darío Magghio
Hours later, I am still waiting in the dining room for Tatiana’s return. I shooed her away as if she were really guilty of some atrocity. My demons of the past made my present vilely affected. Now, feeling the house empty and knowing that I was responsible for Tatiana’s departure, I begin to understand that I must get used to my new present and stop focusing on the wrong things someone else did to me in the past. And that someone is none other than Arianna. Because of her, after so many months since her death, I take responsibility for not reaching her in time when she jumped off the balcony. Just thinking about it, my body freezes, and I feel raging anger over the months I have learned to control.
What the hell was this woman thinking? What kind of depression so strong wrapped her up that suicide was the onl
Tatiana MagghioI see Darío standing in front of me. He looks tired. It is incredible how the human body can reflect so many feelings in a matter of hours. I wasn’t gone for long, but long enough to be able to understand and accept what I have to do. My hands sweat, nervous. I am scared and anxious. The situation I am facing is not ideal. His words sank into my brain, driving it crazy, as I listened to each of his accusations. The only one that got to me was the fact that he compared his ex-wife to me.I am not like her and never will be.“Tatiana...” he calls out to me. I can see he intends to approach.I can’t help but feel awful about the way I am right now. I want to hit him. I want him to understand that
His hands caress my body, and his lips run down my neck to transport my being to a place where only he and I exist. I wanted this as much as I tried to breathe. I want Darío. I want him inside me as he whispers my name and loves me as he did in the lake.“You’re beautiful.” He kisses one of my breasts; his mouth is like heaven.His words are shocking to me, as he can’t see me.He sucks and tastes me. He lightly bites my nipple, and my body vibrates, seduced by the wetness of his lips.“You don’t see me.” I smile shyly.I am with Darío at last, no reservations,
The days passed without any altercation as if Darío and I were suddenly living in a bubble of love, understanding, and affection. Weeks went by without even realizing it. We got used to getting up together at dawn and making love as if for the first time; we loved each other every moment and enjoyed each other’s company. I live in a paradise. I fell in love with my husband without intending or looking for it. Then, one day I woke up and could not imagine a life without him by my side. Least of all without Dante, that chubby, playful son that life bestowed upon me. He whines or laughs for me to carry him.However, not all is bliss in our paradise. Sometimes Darío becomes a desperate, frantic, and angry man because getting used to the fact that he can no longer see, that he had to depend on us to help him at all times, irritates him. Sometimes he forgets about manners, patience, and
It is clear that I owe an explanation and not only to Darío but also to my brother-in-law, who has burst the bubble of happiness without realizing it. Darío places a hand on my shoulder and squeezes me gently. He is confused, and I understand. Couples have the time to share the names of their exes, as well as the events that set a precedent and the reason they broke up. In this case, the reason I was going to break up with Lucian was that I was being forced to marry Darío, although I later realized that he was nothing more than a fucking bastard who didn’t even deserve a greeting. However, I didn’t bother to tell Darío about him. Maybe I wanted to forget all about my time with that man, knowing I had been cheated on and understanding that Lucian didn’t deserve to belong in my past, not after he had ruined my life and Teresa’s life. By hurting her, he hurt me in the same way.
“Are you sure?” asks my husband.Sure about what?I blink several times. Am I asleep?Slowly I regain my memory. Memories come flooding back and fill my head. I fainted! I’ve never had anything like that happen to me before. I’m pretty strong. I usually am.I remember Dawson’s arms carrying me as if I weighed less than a feather, Darío’s concern...Teresa. My sister suddenly comes to my mind.Lucian!Oh, no!I try to open my eyes, but the damn things won’t cooperate.
“He’s a bastard!” Dawson is beside himself. He screams as if a dagger has been plunged into his chest. “I’m going to kill him!”“Dawson, that’s an extreme sentence. Calm down,” I try to calm him down, but I know it’s impossible. It’s like having a Lion in a cage. Seeing the key to the lock on the door, he will do whatever it takes to escape and break free from his prison.“Strong?!” he exclaims, raging. He spits out the words as if they weigh heavily in his mouth. “Strong? Strong is that that bastard is not in jail. Strong is that you...” he steps closer and points his index finger at me. Automatically, I recoil. His eyes, like light blue as Darío’s, shine so bright they scare me, “Knowing what he did to Teresa, you did nothing
One month later...I smile as I see my reflection again in front of the full-length mirror. The dress Darío asked Donatella for is beautiful. He’s like a madman. Crazy in love. It fascinates me and lets me know that everything will be fine. We will be fine, more than fine. In him, I have found a partner, a friend, and a true husband.“Wow...” Dawson stands in the doorway and watches me with sad eyes. “You are without a doubt the most beautiful bride I have ever seen.”I don’t know what to say to him. I can almost feel his pain. He fell in love with my sister. And she... she’s not ready to be with him.“Come in a
Tatiana Mattew is offered as payment to a widowed man to be his wife so her father can pay off the colossal debt they owe to corrupt bankers.She has no desire to marry, much less to this man whose nickname is the Shady One. However, Tatiana is in love with her longtime boyfriend, Lucian. Now she will be forced to tell him about her impending marriage with that stranger.Dario Magghio, since his wife died giving birth to their only child, has lost his joy and faith in humanity. Since then, he has dedicated himself to taking care of his son Dante and his business has been failing. For this reason, he decides to get married so that his son will have the care and love he needs, which he feels he is unable to provide. Only then can he focus on his business and forget the pain of
One month later...I smile as I see my reflection again in front of the full-length mirror. The dress Darío asked Donatella for is beautiful. He’s like a madman. Crazy in love. It fascinates me and lets me know that everything will be fine. We will be fine, more than fine. In him, I have found a partner, a friend, and a true husband.“Wow...” Dawson stands in the doorway and watches me with sad eyes. “You are without a doubt the most beautiful bride I have ever seen.”I don’t know what to say to him. I can almost feel his pain. He fell in love with my sister. And she... she’s not ready to be with him.“Come in a
“He’s a bastard!” Dawson is beside himself. He screams as if a dagger has been plunged into his chest. “I’m going to kill him!”“Dawson, that’s an extreme sentence. Calm down,” I try to calm him down, but I know it’s impossible. It’s like having a Lion in a cage. Seeing the key to the lock on the door, he will do whatever it takes to escape and break free from his prison.“Strong?!” he exclaims, raging. He spits out the words as if they weigh heavily in his mouth. “Strong? Strong is that that bastard is not in jail. Strong is that you...” he steps closer and points his index finger at me. Automatically, I recoil. His eyes, like light blue as Darío’s, shine so bright they scare me, “Knowing what he did to Teresa, you did nothing
“Are you sure?” asks my husband.Sure about what?I blink several times. Am I asleep?Slowly I regain my memory. Memories come flooding back and fill my head. I fainted! I’ve never had anything like that happen to me before. I’m pretty strong. I usually am.I remember Dawson’s arms carrying me as if I weighed less than a feather, Darío’s concern...Teresa. My sister suddenly comes to my mind.Lucian!Oh, no!I try to open my eyes, but the damn things won’t cooperate.
It is clear that I owe an explanation and not only to Darío but also to my brother-in-law, who has burst the bubble of happiness without realizing it. Darío places a hand on my shoulder and squeezes me gently. He is confused, and I understand. Couples have the time to share the names of their exes, as well as the events that set a precedent and the reason they broke up. In this case, the reason I was going to break up with Lucian was that I was being forced to marry Darío, although I later realized that he was nothing more than a fucking bastard who didn’t even deserve a greeting. However, I didn’t bother to tell Darío about him. Maybe I wanted to forget all about my time with that man, knowing I had been cheated on and understanding that Lucian didn’t deserve to belong in my past, not after he had ruined my life and Teresa’s life. By hurting her, he hurt me in the same way.
The days passed without any altercation as if Darío and I were suddenly living in a bubble of love, understanding, and affection. Weeks went by without even realizing it. We got used to getting up together at dawn and making love as if for the first time; we loved each other every moment and enjoyed each other’s company. I live in a paradise. I fell in love with my husband without intending or looking for it. Then, one day I woke up and could not imagine a life without him by my side. Least of all without Dante, that chubby, playful son that life bestowed upon me. He whines or laughs for me to carry him.However, not all is bliss in our paradise. Sometimes Darío becomes a desperate, frantic, and angry man because getting used to the fact that he can no longer see, that he had to depend on us to help him at all times, irritates him. Sometimes he forgets about manners, patience, and
His hands caress my body, and his lips run down my neck to transport my being to a place where only he and I exist. I wanted this as much as I tried to breathe. I want Darío. I want him inside me as he whispers my name and loves me as he did in the lake.“You’re beautiful.” He kisses one of my breasts; his mouth is like heaven.His words are shocking to me, as he can’t see me.He sucks and tastes me. He lightly bites my nipple, and my body vibrates, seduced by the wetness of his lips.“You don’t see me.” I smile shyly.I am with Darío at last, no reservations,
Tatiana MagghioI see Darío standing in front of me. He looks tired. It is incredible how the human body can reflect so many feelings in a matter of hours. I wasn’t gone for long, but long enough to be able to understand and accept what I have to do. My hands sweat, nervous. I am scared and anxious. The situation I am facing is not ideal. His words sank into my brain, driving it crazy, as I listened to each of his accusations. The only one that got to me was the fact that he compared his ex-wife to me.I am not like her and never will be.“Tatiana...” he calls out to me. I can see he intends to approach.I can’t help but feel awful about the way I am right now. I want to hit him. I want him to understand that
Darío MagghioHours later, I am still waiting in the dining room for Tatiana’s return. I shooed her away as if she were really guilty of some atrocity. My demons of the past made my present vilely affected. Now, feeling the house empty and knowing that I was responsible for Tatiana’s departure, I begin to understand that I must get used to my new present and stop focusing on the wrong things someone else did to me in the past. And that someone is none other than Arianna. Because of her, after so many months since her death, I take responsibility for not reaching her in time when she jumped off the balcony. Just thinking about it, my body freezes, and I feel raging anger over the months I have learned to control.What the hell was this woman thinking? What kind of depression so strong wrapped her up that suicide was the onl
I arrive at my parents’ house in ten minutes. I didn’t think for a second where to go when the family driver asked me for directions. The man was kind enough not to look at my appearance when I got into the black sedan.“Daughter, what are you wearing!” my mother exclaims as she opens the front door. “You’re a woman married to a respectable man!”“Forget what I’m wearing. Why don’t you ask me what he did to make me come to the house like this?” I tell her as I walk in and go straight to my room.“Don’t yell at me!”“Yes, I do yell at you!” I quickly look for something to wear. It’s getting late already. I look at the cuckoo clock I have ha