Everyone thinks that being the heiress of a wealthy family makes you happy. In their minds, they create a wonderful fantasy life that, in my case, is far from reality. Despite being the sole heiress of one of the most powerful families in my country—not only to my parents but also to my grandfather Santiago Sardino, a feared mafia millionaire—I am the most miserable person imaginable since I can remember.
In the numerous novels I've read, rich children like me are always portrayed as petulant, conceited, and doing whatever they want without caring about anything. They face their parents without fear. I assure you that's not my case; I'm quite the opposite. My mother made sure of that, and now I find myself trapped in this miserable life they've imposed on me. It's been over six months since I've been living this arranged marriage charade. So far, I have no complaints. My fake husband, Luis, barely spends time at home. I'm immersed in my studies and visit my grandparents every day after leaving school. At least I've escaped my mother's unbearable presence. I feel good in my own way, I feel free. I just need to hold on for the necessary time, and I'll be completely free.I plan to travel and study what I really like, far from everyone. Once this charade is over, I'll receive part of my inheritance and will be able to do whatever I want. At least that's what my father told me. Although we're not close and he barely speaks to me when mom's around, I believe he loves me. I often see him lost in thought, with a look full of sadness, especially when my mother is present, scolding me for anything. He seems afraid of her and is cautious when approaching or showing interest in me. At least he doesn't mistreat me and is very kind when we're alone.
Today I stayed longer than usual at the library working on an assignment. I want to get good grades to make dad happy. Besides, if I succeed, I won't have to study during the weekend and can go fishing with my grandparents. I return home after nine at night and am surprised to see all the lights on as I park the car. Upon entering, I see Luis with a blonde woman. "Good evening," I greet, though I don't like the scene before me. However, I decide to say nothing and wait. "Finally, you're here, Bella!" Luis exclaims upon seeing me and approaches. "Come, let me introduce you to Vivian, the love of my life." I can't believe it! It's one thing to have an affair outside the house, but it's completely different to bring her here. However, since our marriage is a sham, I breathe deeply and try to smile as the blonde approaches me. She looks at me with a mocking smile and extends her hand. "Hello, Isabella," she greets with a fake voice, and continues speaking with a triumphant expression I can't ignore. "I hope we'll be very good friends now that we're going to live together." "What?!" I exclaim, truly surprised. I turn to Luis, who smiles happily as if everything were settled, which infuriates me. "Yes, Bella. There's no point in paying rent when we have such a big house," he says cynically while smiling, putting an arm around Vivian's shoulders. "You'll continue living on the first floor, we'll take the second." "Luis, that wasn't part of the deal!" I exclaim angrily. This is too much. "Isabella, don't make me angry!" he scolds while walking towards me, but I decide to stand my ground. "If I say we're living together, we will!" "I don't agree with this. I have nothing against your relationship, but she's not living here. I won't allow it, period!" I say firmly. "Bella, you're seriously annoying me!" he reacts, getting close to my face, which is red with fury, as if trying to intimidate me. "If you open that mouth again, I'll split it!" "Don't think I'm afraid of you, Luis. If you touch me, the deal's off," I say determinedly. For a moment, Luis stares at me fixedly, as if he can't believe that I, stupid Isabella, am confronting him and contradicting him. "Are you threatening me, Isabella?" he asks, resuming his threatening attitude. "Darling, don't be like that. She's just surprised by the news. I told you you should have discussed it with her first," says the blonde with a fake voice. I look at her with fury in my eyes. "Vivian, stay out of this," Luis stops her authoritatively and continues as if I don't exist. "Go up to our room while I finish talking with Isabella." "She's not staying here, Luis," I say firmly and add, "If you do this, I'll call my parents." I threaten him with my father, knowing he'll come at the slightest problem if I call him. He warned Luis that if he did anything to me, he would face serious consequences. I won't let him make me more of a laughingstock than I already am. Because even though we hide it well, everyone knows he has other women, which is why we've maintained appearances until now. "Vivian, go upstairs and let me sort this out with my wife," Luis orders her, hands on his hips and his back to me. Vivian looks at me mockingly, even with pity. She gives Luis a kiss on the lips and walks toward the stairs. "All right, darling, don't be long," Vivian agrees and turns to me. "Good night, Isabella. Better not contradict him, or you won't like what happens to you." I can't believe this woman's audacity. She walks away with a mocking smile in her eyes. I'm so focused on watching her head towards the stairs leading to the second floor that I can't react. As I reach for my purse to call Dad, Luis suddenly turns and pushes me hard, making me lose my balance and fall to the ground, climbing on top of me. "Let this be the first and last time you embarrass me in front of my woman, Isabella," he says angrily while holding my hair firmly against the floor. "Here, what I say goes." "Let me go, please!" I plead with a trembling voice, struggling with all my might but unable to break free. "Look at yourself in the mirror!" he continues, looking at me with contempt. "No man would ever look at a woman like you. They'd only approach you for your parents' money." "You'll regret this, Luis, I assure you. You'll regret it for the rest of your life," I say determinedly, though my words are laden with fear. "Don't threaten me anymore, Isabella!" he responds roughly, pulling my hair again to make me stand up, while squeezing my face with his fingers. "You'll do everything I say and when I say it. Vivian and I will live here, and you'll only show up for official matters. Do you understand?"I look at him with hatred, feeling a lump in my throat from the helplessness of the situation and my inability to act. He turns around and heads for the stairs, leaving me alone and in pain on the floor. Tears of frustration run down my cheeks, but I try to pull myself together and stand up. Suddenly, he turns and shouts at me from above."Bella, you're not a woman, you're too ugly! You have terrible taste in clothes! You're horrible! Your body is pathetic! It's embarrassing for me to walk arm in arm with you and introduce you as my wife! You know why I married you!" he spits out all that venom with rage.I can't believe what just happened. Luis hasn't just hurt me with his words; he's hit me. Although I try to stay strong, it deeply hurts to know that he doesn't value me as a person. This situation has opened my eyes to a reality I've been avoiding for a long time.Since childhood, I've always felt the pressure to please my parents and maintain the appearance of a perfect family. But
With my head resting on the steering wheel, I cry until a memory comes to mind, as if God had enlightened me. I remember the apartment my grandfather gave me in the city center many years ago, I think when I turned sixteen; it was my birthday present. I remember it as if it were yesterday: he took me secretly from home and led me there with such mystery to give it to me. "Nobody knows about its existence, just you and me," he told me.The happiness that fills me is enormous. I search through my purse and find the address and, on my keyring, the key that opens it. I look up the location on my phone, which immediately plots the route; it's not that far. I drive there. Upon arrival, I have to show my ID at the entrance because the doorman is new and doesn't know me. Well, I suppose the previous one wouldn't have known me either; I only came that one time when Grandfather brought me. I could never come back because they wouldn't let me out.The doorman keeps glancing at me. I've let my ha
She observes me with satisfaction and leaves. I open the bag reluctantly to find an extremely short dress that barely covers my thighs. I try it on; it's beautiful, but my breasts almost spill out of the neckline.I'll never wear something like this! What was Mom thinking buying me clothes that look more suitable for a woman of the night? No, I definitely won't wear such a garment, even if she gets furious!After my mother leaves, and having seen how the dress fits, I search through my wardrobe until I find an outfit my grandmother gave me for my birthday. It's pale pink; I try it on. It fits perfectly! Above all, I feel comfortable in it: nothing to be ashamed of or worried about men's leering looks throughout dinner.Dressed like this, I stay in my room until they're all in the car honking and calling for me. I run out and quickly get in. Since they're running late, they don't make me go back to change. My mother spends the entire journey berating me. I put my headphones on and focu
I look at the smiling lady in front of me, her image comes to my mind for an instant from when they used to visit my house before I was sent to school."I..." I don't know what to say, the words catch in my throat. "I... I..." I stammer. What are they doing here?"Don't pretend you don't remember Luisito, darling," my mother says in her fake voice. I look at her but say nothing. "You haven't stopped talking about him all these years."What? Why is my mother telling such a lie? I had never remembered him until today, I hate him!"Isabella," Dad speaks, "you said a moment ago that you remembered him."I look at Dad, not understanding what he's saying. Was that what I said yes to? Of course I remember Luis well! He was that hateful boy who always made me cry, forcing me to do things I didn't want to do. I've hated him all my life; he used to follow me everywhere and hit me when no one was watching. Then he'd manage to make me take the blame for everything he did. How could I forget? I th
I remain paralyzed, staring at them, unable to believe what they are saying. I look at Luis, who smiles like an angel, accepting everyone's congratulations while holding one of my hands in his and kissing me from time to time. And suddenly, he kneels before me and shows me, with his cynical smile, an engagement ring."Bella, since we were children, you have been a fascination to me, and you still are. As you promised me back then when you confessed your love, I have waited all these years for you. Because I have also loved you all my life and I intend to continue doing so. Thank you for accepting me as the man who will make you happy for all eternity," Luis says while placing the ring on my finger, amid everyone's applause. He doesn't even ask if I accept him, he takes it for granted. I feel trapped, unable to react or say a word. I can't find words to express my desperation; I remain frozen and at a loss for what to say. I know I can't voice my opinion; it has always been this way.
Luis stares at me with an expression of mockery and contempt that I did not understand, but I waited for him to finish speaking in the hope that somehow I would escape this torture."Did you really think I was in love with you? No, Bella, I'll never fall in love with someone like you," he said cynically. "So take it well, we'll both win. You'll have your freedom, and I'll have my inheritance. We'll be married for three years, and each go our separate ways. We'll only appear to be married. Now you have to pretend you like me, that we've truly been in love since childhood; if we do it well, we'll be free sooner.""Sounds good to me; I don't like you either. We'll divorce in three years, and that's it," I replied happily, feeling a great weight lifted from my shoulders. I felt God existed and had come to save me."Yes, but I want to make something clear. During that time, you can't have any relationships," he said very seriously while looking out the window."Fine by me. And you?" I ask
Right now my nose is red from sneezing so much; my mother and mother-in-law ordered an enormous bouquet that reaches almost to my knees, and not only that. Every wedding arrangement includes these flowers. Thankfully, my grandmother changed the bouquet and had all the others removed from the decorations with Luis's help, who wants to get in their good graces. When she told him I was allergic to those flowers, he agreed to remove them all, despite the furious faces of my mother-in-law and my mother. So I felt relieved when my grandmother gave me a new bouquet. One that she had ordered, made of orchids that don't affect me and is much more beautiful. She also placed them in the floral arrangements with Luis's help. My grandmother is the only one excited about this wedding. She hugged and kissed me, with tears in her eyes. My grandfather doesn't want me to get married. He keeps telling me he's only here for me, clearly annoyed. He doesn't like the groom and looks at him as if he wants
He looked at me for a moment, then hugged me again very tightly, and we separated to position ourselves at the entrance. Could I say no? No, Mom had told me he was in serious trouble, that if I didn't marry Luis, he would go bankrupt. Come on Isabella, it's just three years of sacrifice to save your beloved dad.I didn't hear from Luis until the next day; he arrived an hour before the flight departure. After arriving late and angrily storing the hand luggage overhead, slamming the compartment doors and making everyone stare at us, he sat down furiously beside me."Is something wrong?" I asked."Bella, could you do me a favor?" he asked, looking at me annoyed."Yes, just tell me what it is," I said obligingly."Move to economy class!" he almost shouted and added when he saw my questioning look. "I want to sit here with my girl."I looked at him bewildered, I couldn't believe he was asking me that! But seeing he w
I look around the room at the faces of my family. They all look so worried and concerned. I know they want to help me, but I don't think they can. This is something I have to figure out on my own."Don't behave like that, Rafael," My father interjected and spoke to Adele's father. "Let's give it a bit more time, as they agreed. We can continue working together as before. You need to understand.""I won't let my daughter linger without hope any longer. If Christian don't make a decision within a year, I'll consider the engagement terminated. Come, Adele." He says firmly.I smiled openly, it's just what I wanted to hear. I am determined to end this farce and the persecution they have with me to force me to declare Adele my fiancée, so hearing her father say that I immediately added."The engagement is over; there's no need to wait a year, Mr. Rafael," I asserted firmly and assuredly to dispel any doubts. "Adele is free to pursue any relationship
I walked away, glancing at Isabella in the rearview mirror as she watched me depart. That girl is perceptive, opening up to me like that. So, a wild night? She doesn't strike me as the type to have a fling with a stranger. She mentioned she's not married; what led her to make such a decision? "A night of recklessness and madness." Those were her words.I continued towards my house on the outskirts. As I passed the doorman, he informed me of a visitor. Who could it be? Two cars were parked in my driveway; one I recognised as my parents'. The other remained a mystery. Resigned, I anticipated another challenging encounter with them.Unlocking the door with my keys, I headed towards the voices coming from the terrace adjacent to the dining room. My tension spiked when I identified the guests. It was my parents, accompanied by Adele, who approached me eagerly, attempting a kiss as a greeting. I sidestepped her advance, avoiding her attempt to cling to my arm.
I can see that Marta is really happy about her achievement. She immediately informs me that the job is with a French company. The same one we were looking at yesterday and she asked me to help her translate the ad into French."Of course. What happened? Is that the one? What role is it for?" I fill her with questions, happy for her, and at the same time worried that she's been cheated. I should have gone with her, I think."An Illustrator! Can you believe it?" she exclaims, brimming with excitement. "This company specialises in marketing. They are expanding to France and needed a native French speaker. And who is a native of France? Me! Ha, ha, ha... I called them, and they immediately invited me for an interview. Grandpa drove me there, and they accepted me on the spot when they learned about my work experience and qualifications."I can't believe she was so lucky. We hugged each other jumping up and down and laughing happily that she was accepted into a
I know that right now my friend's imagination is running wild imagining a thousand scenarios. I'm not going to deny it, I'm also very impressed with my boss's story."Yes, he says he saved a child who ran into the street and got hit by a car. He was in a coma for a year! When he woke up, he couldn't remember anyone. Not even his family! He recognises them from photos but has no recollection of his life with them before the accident," I reveal, still shocked by this terrifying revelation."Terrible!" She exclaims. "I can't imagine living without any memories!""That's why I can't abandon him. Even though I have to face Luis every day. But I don't want Grandpa to find out. Because I suspect the bankruptcy my boss mentioned relates to the transport company Luis's parents' business. It is my grandfather's work" It's true, I believe it. I remember how furious he was when he saw my face all bruised from the blows Luis had given me.Although I didn't a
I almost laugh when I see how furious she is. I'm sure that if she had Luis in front of her right now, he would have a worse time than he did with me. That's why I hurry to tell her everything, or she is capable of going to look for him to settle accounts."No, it wasn't that. I just didn't have the chance to respond. Because my boss appeared at that moment and whisked me away." I tell her, without ceasing to move forward. "I was fine until later, when I went down to sign the contract at human resources. When I came out, he was waiting for me in the elevator hallway. He cornered me against the wall and squeezed my face so hard; look at the marks on my face."She looks at me with a mix of pity and fury. During my stay in Paris she forced me to learn self-defense, so that I could defend myself when something like what happened to me today."And what did you do, Bella? Didn't you defend yourself? Why didn't you ask for help if you were afraid of him?""I
I don't know what to think, everything is so confusing and at the same time so familiar between us. It's as if we were old friends or acquaintances. But as far as I remember, apart from Marta, I never had another friend."Oh, how sad! But you can find another woman, sir!" I respond, trying to concentrate on the conversation."At the moment, I prefer not to think about it. And you, did you remarry after Luis?" And I see that my questions opened the door for you to ask me about my life."No, sir, but I have two children." I answer as honestly as he did."From Luis? Didn't you say your marriage was a lie?" I see that my boss does not forget what I tell him. Despite his illness."No, they are not Luis's!” God forbid, I think. “ A night of spite and madness, sir!"I don't know why I'm telling my boss this right now. It must be because I feel that I must sincerely correspond to his story. He stares at me as if he can't believe what I
I remained silent, as I felt that he was right in what he said. That shouldn't have happened in a closed place where they ask for so many IDs to enter; I'm not going to argue with him about that. Better to leave it like this and let my boss fix it. We reached our destination."I don't know if I'll be able to make the presentation, miss. I'm so angry and unfocused that I won't be able to." Christian tells me, visibly angry."Calm down, sir. If you allow me, I can do it and you can help me." I offer myself determined that because of me the work will be affected."Do you? Do you believe you can?" he asks concerned and I understand. After all, I have just started working."Yes, sir. I already explained to you that this was my job in France. Give me all the papers and c
My boss insists that we leave in the same car. But I don't know why I'm nervous about this closeness. I prefer to go alone in mine, no offense. "No need, Mr. Christian, I will follow you closely. We have both already made this presentation and we know it very well. You'll see that it will turn out very well as always. You shouldn't get nervous." "It's okay, it's okay if you don't want to." He finally agrees to let me go in my car and he is in his, but he asks me. "Where is your car?" "There at the end, sir." it was the only free parking I found, the last one in the row. "You should have taken the editor's car next to mine, we will always ride together, so it's better if we leave the cars together as well." It says as we move forward "I don't know which one it is, sir." I answer and look to him for directions. "It's next to my car, the second one at the entrance. I'll tell you, and tomor
It can't be that my grandfather ruined it, I think. I know he is capable of that and much more. Was that what Luis was referring to when he said that grandfather had done this to him? "Since when have you not heard from him?" I hear Christian ask me and I get out of my thoughts. "Well..., sir, I think about five years or so. I was not in the country." I sincerely contest. "I see, I tell you that his parents left him with nothing after the divorce. His dad's company also went bankrupt. He graduated in accounting, and my mom asked me to employ him here. He's not bad at his job, so far. He has a child with his wife." He tells me in the same way without taking his eyes off my face. "With Vivian? Did he marry her? Luis, have a son?" I was really surprised. Christian looks at me and responds very seriously. "I don't know what his wife's name is. But that's what my mother told me. I can't assure you that it's all true. I will talk to him,