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
TANYA'S POV Hurrying around my room, I rushed into the shower and bathed hastily. “Why did I have to oversleep?” I groaned as I ran to the closet, searching for the perfect dress. Rodrigo was supposed to pick me up in an hour for our date, but I had slept past the time. I had been excited about our date earlier, but now I was nervous. My stomach wasn't bulging yet, but I still felt 'fat'. Would Rodrigo like me this way? Tears soon fell from my eyes as I sat on the floor, sobbing. “Tanya, why are you crying? Rodrigo loves you, and he doesn't care about your weight gain,” I said to myself. But what if he does care? Standing up again, I went through my closet until I found a black dress. It was beautiful; I had gotten it a while ago but never had the chance to wear it. Putting it on, I posed in front of my mirror; it fit perfectly and didn't show off too much skin. It was the perfect dress for the date. Moving on to my makeup, I applied a little makeup just in case somethin
Rodrigo's POV I opened my eyes to find myself in an unknown location. My head still felt very fuzzy, and everything spun around me as I tried to get my bearings. I didn't move, however, not wanting anybody to know I was up. I needed a complete survey of the place and my predicament before deciding. I tried thinking, I did, but it was much too tricky. Whatever drug I had been given was still affecting me, even though I was awake. After putting in all my efforts to make out a compelling thought, I decided it wasn't conducive. Instead, I directed my energy towards remembering. At the thought of her, I immediately felt better. At least, that was a good start. I reminisced about the events between us, from the beautiful confession that had taken a lot out of me to the lovely time we had spent together in the morning. The memories were becoming increasingly cogent, and my thoughts together with them, until things started getting dark. I remember entering my car and noticing the
Tanya's POV I recognised the voice instantly the moment I heard it. I looked up, my eyes wide in disbelief. I knew this somewhere, somehow. I couldn't place a finger on it; however, the feeling remained. "Who are you?" I asked, looking around and trying to assess the surroundings. When I was given a moment, I realised it was some broken-down factory. The particular environment we were in was dark and dismal. It was probably in some effect. Suddenly, I was dragged without any warning. My hands were pulled behind my back, and I was led somewhere by force. I gripped the document tightly; it was my only leverage. I was now in their hands, and from the looks of things and the violent approach they had taken all of a sudden, it seemed to be the only thing that I could use to keep them in check. I was forced into a chair, but I wasn't tied. The environment was even darker now, but I could make out the outline of some men standing at the perimeter of our room. "Get your hands off
Tanya's POV I was more than scared now, looking at the man smiling like a maniac. I had no idea how to react. The guards came towards me without hesitation, now realising that I couldn't do anything in response. They pulled me back into the chair and applied pressure to keep me there. "Let go of me," I said. Luciano raised his hands, and they did so. "What is it you want?" I asked, trying to figure out why one of his trusted men would betray him. With the document out of the question, nothing made sense to me anymore, except that he thought Rodrigo was weak. "Don't worry, it's not that bad," Luciano said with a demonic smile. "I don't want to hurt you, not yet. If not, I would have done so long ago because I don't need anything from you." I waited for him to continue, looking at him intently and trying to figure out his true intentions. Personally, there was a pretty good chance that he would tell me something that was related to what he wanted but not the complete truth.
Tanya's POV "There's only one consequence," he said with a laugh, shaking his head. "How could I forget? Death. Death of you and your dear Rodrigo. You can either climb up to the position of power with me, or you can go down with him. He's a drowning man already, and there's no way you can save him even if you want to. If you try to do so, you will only end up like he is." He looked at me with a stern expression on his face. "Do you understand what I said?" "I understand," I told him in a meek voice. He went back to his seat with a smile. He seemed actually to think that I was going to betray Rodrigo. "I heard about how you betrayed him," he said. "You don't seem to have any regrets doing it again?" I looked at him, trying to figure him out. He was reckless; I saw it now. I had not even told him I would betray Rodrigo, yet he was already assuming I made a wrong decision. With that overly forward personality, he was not careful with what he did, and I could use that against
Rodrigo's POV No matter how much I tried, I couldn't free myself. I gave up after a couple of long minutes of trying and feeling. I needed a blade, at least, or maybe some sharp piece of glass, but I had nothing. It was during times like this that I wished I was some superhuman. Imagine someone as powerful as I was being held down by nothing more than ropes; it was utterly ridiculous. I still heard his voice but couldn't place it, no matter how much I tried. Something told me things would conclude, and I had to leave. If not, it would be too late when I was ready. I continued struggling after that, but it was no use. If anything, it brought me some trouble when I wasn't ready for it. "I see you are awake," I heard. I froze immediately after hearing the voice, hoping the person would not come closer. I listened to a couple of footsteps, and no, they weren't going away. They were getting louder and louder, indicating that the person was coming closer and closer to me. I rema