TANYA’S POV I sat there silently, trying to wipe my sweaty palms against my thighs. Rodrigo's father, Mr. Augusto, had such a commanding aura that it was almost suffocating. I thought Rodrigo was evil, but then I began to see where he got it from. He looked between Rodrigo and me. “Ease up, son. And I just wanted to spend some time with you and my daughter-in-law.” Rodrigo visibly stiffened as he shoved his hands into his pocket. “I'm getting better, and I decided to do something I should have done a long time ago: have dinner with the family. It's been a while, hasn't it?” Rodrigo's eyes widened in real time as he stood there. “Is he…” he trailed off. His father chucked, “Don't tell me you're still on bad terms with your brother?” He asked. Rodrigo lowered his head a little. “Me and him, we don't talk that much. It's better that way for everyone's peace of mind.” “Nonsense!” He replied, his voice echoing. “You two are brothers. You're the only children I have. One w
Rodrigo's POVFabio drew out a seat and settled down, letting out a small sigh as he swept his gaze across the table. “I apologize, Father, I was held up in heavy traffic,” he said without missing a beat. I couldn't help but scoff at his excuse. He raised his head, and our eyes met. He held his gaze, and I had mine. “Cut it out, you two,” Father said, irritated and fed up. I looked away and continued to stuff my mouth with food. Fabio was cunning and tricky. Most of my childhood revolved around him being a naughty pain in the ass and me suffering the consequences for his misdeeds. I began to reminisce about the time when he had broken our mother's priced vase and how he covered up his tracks and put the blame on me.I was grounded for weeks until the maid, feeling guilty enough, decided to confess the truth.Looking back, he never apologized for that and many other similar incidents. In school, I would get in trouble for things he did because he was an excellent liar, and we prac
TANYA’S POV From the window, I could see Augusto’s car leaving along with Fabio's. A sigh of relief escaped my throat, but my moment of peace was quickly interrupted when the door suddenly clicked open. Startled, I turned to face him. He stared down at me, his jaws clenched as he narrowed his eyes on me. I took in a deep breath and tried to walk past him to the restroom. It's not like I needed to use the toilet. I just wanted to be anywhere but here, with him. He grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks. “What the hell do you think you were doing down there?” I snatched my hand away, causing me to stagger backwards due to the amount of force I used. “I made one mistake, sorry,” I said, sarcasm lacing my tone. He closed in on me, and his perfume wafted into my nostrils. “I told you to keep your mouth shut and not speak.” “You saw what your twin did, and he put me in a corner. How's that my fault?” I turned around and placed my hands against my hips. “You know, I'm start
TANYA’S POV The sudden movement in the bed disrupted my sleep, causing me to awake. The first thing I registered was how parched my throat was. I blinked as I stared at Rodrigo's unclad form on the other side of the bed. He was putting on his briefs. Our eyes met, and he almost instantly looked away, like he was trying to avoid my gaze. It left me feeling perplexed. With his briefs on, he grabbed his remaining clothes and walked out of the room without saying a word to me. What just happened? Did he just ignore me after we had such amazing sex last night? After all the things he said to me during sex? My temper flared up, and I peeled off the white blanket covering me. I put on my underwear and then picked a silk nightie from my wardrobe, and then slid my feet into my slippers. This was not normal behaviour, and I wouldn't let him get away with this. I stormed over to his room and tried to barge in, but after twisting the doorknob and pushing, the door proved an immovabl
Rodrigo's POV My footsteps echoed in the somewhat empty warehouse as I made my way through the entrances. The inside was dimly lit, and a thick, musty smell wafted into my nostrils. There, he was seated in the middle, tied to his chair. His white shirt was now soaked with crimson, and a bag covered his face. I'm sure by now, my men had beaten the daylights out of him. The only reason he was still alive was because they received the order to have him executed from me. “What do we have here?” My voice rang, making the two men by his side straighten their posture. “He was spying on us,” Anthonio reported, his tone guarded. “Bruno and Rowan found him around the perimeter of the facility,” he explained further. As if on cue, Bruno stepped forward with an old-looking bag clutched within his grip. “We found this on him; it contained a camera and an SD card, plus his ID.” I extended my hand and collected the ID card from Bruno. “Ethan Haworth,” I mouthed, reading aloud the name o
TANYA’S POV My eyes were vacant and staring into space as I slid to the ground and cradled my knees. My thoughts raced with theories about the future, and I wondered how long this situation with Rodrigo would last. For how long would I keep pretending to be his wife? What would he do after time had passed and he no longer needed to be married to me? I lifted myself from the ground and headed to my bed and then popped down with a tired sigh. My fingers roamed the nightstand's top until it met with my phone. The glow of my phone screencast itself against my face as I scrolled through. There was a noticeable red-colored pop-up notification, which was an unread message notification. My heart immediately skipped a beat. My fears were confirmed as I read the text message. “You're running out of time, Tanya; keep to your end of the deal.” Those were the words that the text message read. The account that sent it was immediately blocked, and my phone was tossed on the bed. Can'
TANYA’S POV Within a twinkling of an eye, Rodrigo leaped forward and wrapped his hands around my frame, turning me in the opposite direction to shield me from the impact of whatever was to come. Anthonio flung the package away, and it landed in the distance with a dry thud. But there was nothing, no explosion, no fire. “I don't think it's a bomb,” Anthonio’s voice rang. Rodrigo loosened his hold on me and stepped forward. “Are you insane? What sort of sick prank is this supposed to be?” he snapped at the delivery man. “I- I'm only following orders; I don't even know what's inside the package,” the man stuttered, adjusting his cap. “You don't even know what's inside, and you brought it here?” “Unless I check the register -” he dipped his hand into his bag and scanned the page with his eyes. “It says here that it's a large wall clock.” Rodrigo tore apart the wrapper in frustration, revealing the clock buried in a sea of foam to prevent it from breaking or scratching.
TANYA’S POV “Wow,” I exclaimed, just staring at him. “You never struck me as someone who cared about things like that.” My cheeks were already flustered and a light shade of red. “Well, I don't, but my father does, and since it's been just a month, I'm sure he's still monitoring our relationship.” There it was, the real reason. Embarrassment washed over me because I even considered Rodrigo to care about me enough to be romantic, which was why he brought me here. When it came to him, every move was well calculated. “So, tell me about yourself,” he asked, leaning forward. A snicker escaped my lips, “Imagine not knowing your wife,” I stated sarcastically. He narrowed his eyes on me, “that’s why I want to find out.” The eye contact was intense, perhaps too intense, because I started to feel like the room was closing in on me, and I was beginning to feel hot. “Well, there isn't much to know. My parents are deadbeats, and I'm just a victim of circ
Rodrigo POV I had to admit she was one of the strongest I had ever met. For some reason, she could keep up and pace with me, and that was also because she was pregnant. I felt happy knowing we had many more rounds like that to come in our lifetime. If that was the only compensation for the loss accumulated throughout the last couple of weeks, it was worth it. I got up from the bed, finally. After such a long time, I had been determined to leave her as soon as possible, but somehow, she had convinced me to stay. And stay I did, throughout the night, over to the following day, and even now. I didn't want to leave. Even though we didn't have sex throughout the entire night, the kisses and hugs we lovingly gave each other were enough to keep me excited all the way. She made a sleepy sound as I slipped away carefully, not wanting her to know I was going. Who knew how long I would stay back if she wanted me to? After all, I couldn't resist once, and most likely, I wouldn't be able t
Tanya's Pov By the time I met Dante, I found that he was making some phone calls. I had a sudden feeling that they were preemptory ones because he was planning something. I observed his expression for a moment, and upon seeing the grim expression on his face, I realised that he intended to leave. "Don't tell me..." I said once he was done with the call. He looked at me before managing a smile. "We are not safe anymore, not even me. I should have thought about it earlier. It's rather annoying that I had to figure it out from Rodrigo." I looked at him in surprise. I could vaguely remember Rodrigo telling me to tell him about this. Did that not mean he was not supposed to know about it yet, as I had not told him yet? "I asked him about where he was off to when I saw him acting all weird and uptight," he told me with a roll of his eyes. "Honestly, things don't always need a serious cryptic explanation." "Where is he now?" I asked, feeling like I was being left behind. I
Tanya's POV It took me a lot of serious searching to find him. Once or twice, I thought he was in the house and that Dante was bluffing. But after remembering the severe expression on his face, I decided to make sure that Rodrigo wasn't here before I went over to accuse Dante of lying. I found him eventually in a secluded room, staring into space despondently as if he were depressed by something. "Hey, Rodrigo," I said, my voice becoming very soft as I stepped in. Something told me he didn't want anybody to enter at this time; he wanted the moment of silence to himself. But I found myself intruding anyway. It had been so long since I had seen him, and I wanted to ensure he was well. He glanced my way, but suddenly, a light entered his eyes. He didn't look angry—wasn't angry like I thought he would be at my sudden appearance. Instead, he seemed happy. It made me smile, knowing that I still brought joy to him despite everything that had happened. The light in his eyes faded
Rodrigo's POV I didn’t protest anymore, deciding to hope for the best and let everything play out by itself. Tanya wouldn’t die; I knew it, and as long as she was alive, everything was fine despite everything I had lost and would lose. I had no other option than to let the driver take the car over to my mansion. I was shocked when he was granted access. It seemed that Tanya and Dante had modified the security system while I was gone. “It’s all well,” I thought to myself as I entered my room immediately after getting out of the car. I didn’t want to talk to anybody—though there was nobody for me to speak to in the first place. I needed some time to myself, time to meditate on everything that had happened so suddenly, and also some time to figure out what the next course of action should be. I was before my laptop, typing furiously as if my life depended on it because it probably did. I wouldn’t let the same situation repeat itself in my life more than once. But then again, it
Rodrigo's POV It took me quite a while before I realised that it was an ally standing in front of me. It wasn’t just any random person; it was Dante. “What are you doing here?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow. There was a good chance that he was here to help, but he could also have his motives. I wasn’t foolish enough to think that we were friends. We weren’t. “What does it look like I’m doing here?” he asked. “Saving you.” He went behind me, and with one swift motion, I felt the ropes on my hands slack. He had cut me loose. I looked at him again, realising that he wasn’t bluffing. It started to make sense now; he most likely had taken out all the men guarding me, one after the other, though they thought it was some accident. “Follow me,” he said. “I’ll get you out of here.” I didn’t want to accept his help, but I had no choice in the current situation. Since he had been able to manoeuvre his way through the many criminals with guns, there was a good chance he could do
Rodrigo's POV They were closing in on me. What's more, I knew it when I saw how everyone fighting around me kept an eye on me. I knew that it would be tough for me to escape. It didn't stop me from trying to free myself, though. Constantly, while they were fighting, I tried my best to loosen the ropes. I knew I would have a better chance of survival if I could utilise every skill at my disposal, and I couldn't do that if I were tied up. I was almost there; I could feel it already. All the ropes were nearly gone, and I was secure enough from the bullets flying across the place like rain. If I kept my cool and continued the process diligently, I would easily succeed in freeing myself. Then, I could either join the fight or escape entirely. Suddenly, I saw a man beside me, pointing a gun right at my head. "Don't move anymore," he said. "Do you think you can escape now?" I froze, realising that he wasn't bluffing; he would shoot me if I did anything funny. "Look here," I sta
Tanya's POV The leader I was to meet turned out to be Diego himself. Well, what did I expect? Seeing him, all the rage and frustration I felt as a result of how things had turned out came rushing back. After all the threats and everything, the man decided to kill me anyway. What, then, was the point of making me give him the flash disc? If he would fight to get me out of there, why didn't he do that from the start? I glared at him in annoyance as I opened my mouth to speak. From the look in his eyes, he already knew what kind of reaction to expect from me after what had happened. I only hoped he had a reasonable explanation awaiting. "Why?" I asked finally. It was only one word, but it carried the weight of all the emotions raging through me. I wanted to scream at him, to fight him—a couple of punches from me to him would release some of the anger and frustration. But somehow, I didn't move. "It's hard to explain and even harder to understand," he told me in a small voice. "But
Tanya's pov I couldn't understand why he would want me to hand it over to him if he had the power to threaten him. He made it seem as though he could keep him in check, but if he could, then why did I have to give him the document? Why couldn't he just break the both of us out of here so we could forget about the entire incident? All those questions were bubbling in my head, wanting desperately to burst out, but I kept them in. I knew when to speak and stay silent, and now was the typical time to remain silent. I couldn't precisely question him when he showed up out of nowhere to save my sorry ass. "Do we have a deal?" Diego asked him. From the amount of time he was spending to think about it alone, I knew that he had no intentions whatsoever to let me go out of here alive in the first place. The realisation made me even more glad of Dante's intervention, though I could not still understand many things about his actions and why he was doing them that way. Maybe it was not so
Tanya's POV The shooting started unexpectedly. I was still thinking when he finished counting down, and his men automatically started firing at us. The man named John took cover immediately, narrowly missing getting shot himself. His men took arms as well, and it was a free-for-all. I tried to find Rodrigo in the commotion. It was a perfect chance for me to escape with him and forget all that was happening. But suddenly, I felt a hand cover my mouth. I struggled, but to no avail. The person holding me was too strong for me to resist. Finally, when I stopped struggling, I felt his grip relax a little as he turned me to him. I already knew it was not Rodrigo before I saw his face, and when I didn't recognise him, I got my confirmation. He put a finger to his lips, indicating that I shouldn't scream. If I had known what was going to happen next, I would have because suddenly, he brought out some ropes and tied my hands behind me. I attempted to scream now, but it was too