TANYA'S POV “Why don’t I start from the beginning?” Dante suggested. I stared at him, the man who called himself my grandfather, the man who had let me suffer for so long in this place. He had watched those people torture me, and now he wanted to fix everything. Impossible. I felt a lot of emotions at that moment: anger, betrayal, confusion. My parents had never told me about any other father, and I didn't even know Henry wasn't my birth father until he said it before he was killed. Yet, despite everything happening inside of me, I said nothing, allowing him to speak. I wanted to hear his part of the story. I wanted to know if he deserved forgiveness; he didn't deserve it, but I wanted to know what he had to say. “My son's name is Damien. He is your father, sorry was your father. Damien died a few years ago, and he never told me about you. I am sure he doesn't know you exist, mostly because your mother hid you, and we never thought of it. If I had known about you, I would hav
TANYA'S POV Sitting quietly after Dante left, I turned around and willed myself to go back to sleep. Less than an hour later, Dante and some guards burst into my room, dragging me out. “What is going on?” I asked. Of course, they didn't answer me. “Tie her hands so she doesn't escape,” Dante ordered one of the bodyguards with a scar above his upper lip. Scarface moved closer to me, grabbing my hands and twisting them back painfully before tying them. “Are you going to tell me what is going on?” I asked again as I was being dragged forward. Dante didn't reply and kept looking around wildly as his bodyguards shielded us, guiding us outside. “I guess not.” Walking outside, I realised I hadn't been out in a while. I looked around to see where we were, but only thick bushes surrounded us; it was hard to see anything other than the bushes. How did I even get here? I could have sworn we were in the city before. One of the guards grabbed my arm painfully, hurrying me tow
RODRIGO’S POV My car sped quickly to the place where Tanya was being held. The location was deep within the forest, far from any signs of civilisation. I hadn't seen anyone throughout my journey here. I pushed the pedal to the floor, ignoring traffic lights and speed limits. The urgency of the situation left no room for caution. My mind raced as fast as the car, each passing second amplifying my fear for Tanya's safety. My phone buzzed beside me. Picking it up, I answered it without checking the caller, “What is it?” “Sir, we are right behind you.” My bodyguard said. Looking through my mirror, I noticed four cars following behind me. “Okay, good.” Without waiting for his response, I hung up and threw my phone on the passenger seat. Dave had managed to find a video from a security camera that showed her being taken there. Every time I replayed it, my heart twisted in pain. Mi Cariño. The short footage showed Tanya and her father being dragged into a van, her eyes wide wit
RODRIGO'S POV "No!" Tanya's voice ripped through the air, distracting me from what was happening. She sprinted out of the car, her steps frantic and unsteady, like a bird with clipped wings. Her face was hurt, and she was probably in a lot of pain, but it seemed like she was hell-bent on stopping me. The way her breath hitched as she closed the distance between us made me almost laugh. She held her hand up as she bent down to steady her breathing, "You can't…. Oh my god, I think I'm going to puke…okay…you can't kill him!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she yelled, she bent over and clutched her knees again, trying to catch her breath. She didn't even run that far. Wait a minute, I shouldn't kill him? “You can't kill him, Rodrigo. Please don't. For me, please don't kill him. Please just don't kill him; you can't. Just put the gun down so we can talk about this, please.” She begged. Something was going on. Dante turned, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of her.
TANYA'S POV “Bang.” The sound of the gunshot echoed around me. "Ahhhh…." I screamed, my voice piercing the tense silence even as my eyes clamped shut. My heart raced a wild drumbeat in my chest. He hadn't listened to me, and he had killed him. But slowly, hesitantly, I opened my teary eyes, blinking away the tears, and glanced beside me. There he was, Dante. Alive. Unharmed. Rodrigo hadn't killed him. Oh my God. He listened to me. He didn't kill him. I sniffed as I turned back to Rodrigo, ready to thank him. Rodrigo stood there, the gun still in his hand; his eyes were freezing. His eyes locked onto Dante with a mixture of anger and warning. "Leave," he said, his voice colder than ever. "If you don't, I won't hesitate to finish this, and no one can stop me then." He glanced at me after saying that. It was a warning he wouldn't listen to me next time. Dante's eyes flickered with relief and fury, but he didn't argue. With a nod to his injured bodyguards, he turned and left. St
RODRIGO'S POV Sitting alone in my office, the dim light cast a long shadow across the room, and I couldn't stop my mind from always wandering back to everything that had happened. I couldn't focus; I couldn't concentrate for a few days now, and I couldn't face Tanya either. The revelations of the past few days had left me feeling many emotions I'd never felt before: sad, confused, hurt. Hurt. That was a new one. It wasn't physical, but it hurt more than even a bullet, and I couldn't stop replaying every moment in my mind, thinking about how it came to this. Tanya's betrayal was like a wound that cut deep, like a bullet into the heart, a betrayal I hadn't seen coming; I mean, I knew I couldn't trust people, but I still trusted her. I wanted her to be different and unique and see if things would change, but she ruined that. The fact that Dante, the man who had been my enemy for a long time, the man who had tried to kill me several times, was her grandfather only added to the situ
TANYA'S POV ‘I was going to leave this house,’ I thought. The decision had been on my mind for a few days since I returned. I had paced around the house for an hour, thinking about what to do, whether to be patient with Rodrigo or leave him. It seemed like he hated me now, so what was the essence of staying? It didn't seem like he would forgive me anytime soon, so waiting was useless. And it didn't seem like he was ready to listen to my apologies anytime more quickly. The whole house seemed to remind me of him, and it hurt me every time I remembered everything that had happened. It was like the world was against me. First, I got married to a man forcefully, then I made the mistake of falling in love with him, then I got kidnapped and tortured, and now the man I love hates me. The more I thought about it, the more I felt like a ghost haunting my life. Tears poured out of my eyes as I looked around my room again, our room, but he hadn't stepped a foot in since I returned. It
RODRIGO'S POV Alright, I could do this. I just needed to tell her the truth about how I felt, about how much I loved her, and how much she meant to me. That shouldn't be hard, right? She crossed her arms under her beautiful breasts as she raised her eyebrow. Even though she looked sad and mad, she still looked gorgeous. How can anyone be this beautiful? She was a work of art. “Okay, I guess I'll start from the beginning. Tanya, when I first met you, I thought you were the prettiest woman I'd ever met, but I didn't want to do anything with you because I didn't want anything. Slowly, we became closer. You became my haven, my light, basically Mrs. Me. I'd never felt this way for anyone before, and I was confused. I kept doing stupid things that made you sad, and I'm sorry for that. You mean a lot to me; you mean the world to me. I would die for you; I would even destroy the world for you…” Her cute laugh interrupted me, and seeing her laugh made me smile. “Go on, continue,” she sa