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 watching his son grow up without his mother.
Life brings them an unexpected twist and news that will either leave them in emotional misery or absolute and eternal joy.
Life presents second chances in love, even third chances, even if we are blind not to want to see it and deaf to not listen to the cries of sadness and anguish heard around us.
Tatiana MattewPart OneI look at myself in front of the mirror. Even though I feel beautiful with my wedding dress on, I can’t help feeling sad about the decision someone else made for me, the one my father has made to wed me to a man I’ve only met once. I will become the mother of a little boy who lost his birth mother at birth. I am not ready for that kind of thing. Although I grieve for a poor widower situation, I can’t help but feel distressed and melancholy about my position.“Get that look off your face, Tati. You’ll see that everything will be all right,” I hear my mother say to me as she tries to adjust my veil.She decided to dress me in everything to see how I’ll look tomorrow.“I just don’t understand why this is the only solution,” I grumble, even though I know it’s no use anymore.In less than twenty-four hours, I’m g
“You can’t possibly be considering leaving,” Teresa snaps as she sees me with a suitcase on the bed and clothes strewn all over the room.“I can’t stay, Tere. I can’t be here, and I can’t marry a man I don’t love, one I don’t even know. This is just stupid!”I’ve spent the whole day in a fury. My wedding planning was long before I found out. Not days, weeks ago. That man had already come to negotiate with my father and tried to have me as if I were a stove you could buy or a refrigerator you see in an appliance store. When he made his choice, he made up his mind and said, “This is the one I want to take.”He treated me like an object from the
Tonight, I put on my perfume and a pale green strapless dress, which, according to Teresa, highlights my eyes. My hair is light brown, almost blonde, and gives the impression of having golden highlights, but I have never colored it.It scares me a little to talk to Lucian and find out what the hell my sister meant when she said I couldn’t trust him. She didn’t exactly mean it in those words. However, doubt implanted itself in my brain. Now I can only think that he is hiding something from me and that he acted in a way that may affect me or affect our relationship. I am afraid to know that what I thought I had with him was not true.I never wanted to be stuck in this town. Because it is so removed from civilization, characterized by being accustomed to stability, both emotionally and economically, no one loses their homes and suffers from a lack of food since everyone knows each other. If someone is in trouble, he will always have the helping hand of a neigh
I leave the room after listening to her and giving her the attention I should give her a month ago. I put Teresa to bed. I will never stop blaming myself for not noticing the small details, those crossed glances, those involuntary movements, the suspicion and hatred my sister had for my ex-boyfriend. Now I know.I want hell itself to swallow me up and take me for a sinner since I can’t imagine what that man could have done if I hadn’t arrived at the lake that day if I hadn’t arrived on time.Teresa told me that that evening, after six o’clock, she threw stones in the lake while she was thinking about getting out of town. She felt that this place was not for her. She told me how Lucian tried to kiss her several times. Then, she calmly asked him to stop, as he was with me and, more than anything else, she would ne
For a moment, I am speechless. I don’t know how to respond to such words. It seems taken out of a romantic novel, one of those where the couple lives happily ever after, where there are no barbarians who hurt or a Lucian who tries to abuse your sister, where parents don’t offer you as a sacrifice to pay their debts.One of those novels with endings apotheosically full of love.“It’s a bit of a corny phrase.” I play hard to get, even though I feel like my heart has turned to butter: melted by this stranger. I smile at how he makes me feel.“Corny or not, you’ve smiled.” He takes a step closer.Our breaths come together in silence.I can&rsquo
I awake to horrible pain and the singing of an early morning mockingbird.Slowly my consciousness falls to account for my previous night.“Oh, God!” I mutter as I rise from the green grass, which is damp with the dawn. It watches me, gossiping.I look everywhere. The coast is clear.I adjust my dress, which almost revealed a nipple.What the hell did I do?My sandals are on the side, delicately placed. I slip them on without blinking.Was it a dream? A beautiful dream, but no more than that? A dream of fantasies and wishes fulfilled!My curiosity is stronger than my modesty, so,
I stroll into the chapel, a place I used to visit only on Sundays with my parents. The day seems like any other day, although my heart screams at me that it is not like that, that from today I will change. My life will change completely. I will be from now on Mrs. Magghio, a full-fledged woman, a wife, and stepmother to a little baby. I will have no say over that house, over that home. As much as I try to pull myself together from this torture, I cannot help biting my lips to avoid crying. Secluded in the castle of the Shady One, fear tightens my chest and prevents me from breathing properly. The air does not reach my lungs easily, and I feel myself suffocating with every step I take. Meanwhile, the wedding march begins to play, but for me, it is a funeral march.
I enter my new home. The castle is full of dust, and the walls look like they haven’t been cleaned in months. There is not a single painting anywhere, no pictures, no portraits, nothing to indicate that a happy family lived here once.“Welcome,” I hear when Dario opens the door.Although that word must make me feel comfortable and at ease, the truth is that I assimilate it more like a welcome to the dungeon, like in the movies when they take you to jail, and the guard says, “Enjoy your stay.”I can’t cry again!The dinner ended, my family gave me a blessing and congratulated me on my recent marriage. I am now Tatiana Magghio, wife of the
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