Mariana's PovHello, this is Mariana Vastlav, Don Radimr’s new bride.Hello, this is Mariana Vastlav, Don Radimr’s new bride.Hello, this is Mariana Vastlav, Don Radimr’s new bride.That’s all I’ve heard since stepping out of Alejandro’s car. Oh, let me not forget to add the same robotic smiles and echoes of, “she’s a sight to behold,” I’ve heard from every single person Alejandro has introduced me to.Their business partners.I’ve been in this business long enough to know when I come across men and women of substance and power who are in one way another involved in this business.And now, I’m wondering which of them is powerful enough and resentful towards the Vastlavs. I’m desperately searching for a candidate who’ll help me achieve.Maybe I shouldn’t stray too far with my search. Perhaps I should look inwardly. Perhaps Alejandro has both the power and the resentment. But things might get too messy with him.I loathe the way my heart and body reacts to him.What if he changes his mi
Mariana's PovThe car is silent, the ride smooth, too silent and too smooth.We feel it, both of us, that undiluted tension, that desire. Alejandro’s eyes have refused to leave mine, he’s been holding my gaze through the rear view mirror as he drives us back home.And frankly, I’m unable to look away.It’s not until I feel my cheek getting wet when a rope of tears drags down that I realize I am lost in my brother in-law’s eyes.Laughter ripples out of me. I let myself go, laughing hard, my hand on my chest, tears pooling out of my eyes.“What’s wrong, Maria?” Alejandro asks, his brows pulled into a deep furrow. He knows, he’s a stranger, yet he knows me well enough to know there’s nothing humorous about my laughter. I’m simply expressing my pain and confusion through it.I giggle, breathing out a sigh. “My life’s fucked.”He casts me a single glance before refocusing on the road. “And you know this how?”I shrug my shoulders and bite down on my bottom lip, urging my voice to steady.
Mariana's Pov I call out. “Wait!”Alejandro stops but doesn’t turn to look at me. “What is it, Mariana?” He asks his tone leaning into the harsher side.“I. . .I. . .” I stumble upon my words.“You have to say it, Maria,” he implores, his tone impatient. “I’ll assume nothing until you’re clear with your words.”Words?I don’t do words, I do action. And for that reason, I walk past him, heading straight for the library. As I walk, the space behind me remains silent. I stop and turn around to face him. “Are you coming or what?”I don’t wait to gauge his reaction or hear his response when I leisurely stroll into the library, head for the shelf where the door to his secret room is hidden, input the code and walk into the room.Alejandro enters right after me, his intense gaze holding my stare. I wait for him to look away but he doesn’t.My heart thunders violently. Why does he like staring into my eyes so much? What is it about him that seems to overwhelm my senses whenever he’s near?He
Mariana's Pov“Why the fuck do you look so flustered, Mariana?”Radimr’s sudden question almost startles a gasp out of me, but I don’t let it, I don’t let myself show him the secrets I might be hiding.Clearing my throat, I answer on a hushed tone, “it’s nothing. I. . .I was—”“Let the lady breathe, brother, she just ran down a flight of stairs.” Alejandro interrupts, his eyes creased at the corners as though he’s smiling. Is this funny to him?Crazy motherfucker.Radimr scratches the back of his head, a hum vibrating in his throat, his head bobbing in a nod.I move forward to greet my father in-law, but he seems to be in a bad mood. His eyes are tight as he slowly drags the spiteful orbs along my form. “She lost weight, Radimr,” he says, his tone nonchalant.My husband’s tone falters when he answers, “I try
Mariana's PovI am in Italy.I am in Italy.I’ve never felt better. After living in that hell of a marriage for three months, enduring a psychopath as my husband, I can finally breathe a little better.My convoy of tinted black cars drives in a straight line, lined up as they slowly file through the gates of my father’s estate.My chin trembles as we drive by the familiar manors and gardens. And when I sight my brother, mother, best friend, and father from afar as they pace impatiently in front of my parent’s home, I feel my heart racing with reckless abandon.This is my family.The car comes to a slow halt and I jump down, running towards my brother, my soulmate. He meets me halfway and wraps his arms around me, lifting me off the ground and twirling me around.The atmosphere fills with laughter and joy.“I’ve missed you so much, my pumpkin,” he singsongs, cackling happily.“I’ve missed you too, Mariano.” I whisper, holding him tight, tears almost escaping my eyes. My brother sets me
Mariana's PovBlack pants, black shirt, black baseball hat; that’s what I’m clad in—my usual uniform for whenever I have to meet my mother at our meeting point. Her laboratory in the estate.As I approach the door, the soldiers pull open the door for me and I step in, the smell of smoke and chemicals filling my nostrils immediately.It’s something I’ve become accustomed to. And I sometimes wonder why my father allows my mother to have her little research laboratory here in the estate knowing that whatever she does in there is not legal.What if there’s a raid, they’ll leave out evidence for the feds to walk in on.“What were you thinking acting out the way you did back there, Agent Shadow?” A firm voice slices through my thoughts, pulling my mind back from a daze.I look behind me. It’s my mother and her partner, uncle Ares. Uncle Ares’s lips form a smile—a welcoming smile. But I’m in no mood for smiles and welcomes. This is a place of business, and I’m here to do nothing but that. O
Mariana's PovMy eyes are dried of tears, my emotions put under control. I’m seated in the silence, feeling my mother’s gaze on my face.The silence lingers for a while. And then she breaks it. “What did you mean by what you said, Mariana? Does Radimr have a brother no one knows of?” She asks, curiosity laced in her tone.I thin my lips and blink once, steadying my voice before answering. “Yes.”Mother nods, a hum rumbling in her throat. “And you think you might feel something for him?”“Yes.” I breathe.Mother falls silent again—silence that lasts only for a moment. Our eyes meet and hers reflects the understanding of the matter. She understands that this is beyond my control, that the heart can’t be controlled.“Does he feel the same?” She finally asks, breaking the awkward silence.I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, nibbling with my teeth, my mind running in circles, weighing the gravity of the situation. “I don’t know, mamà?” I answer, my voice monotone.“What does that even mean
Mariana's PovThe meeting has suddenly migrated from my mother’s laboratory to the parliament room. We’re all filing through the hallway into the parliament room, everyone maintaining a silence that can create chaos.And by everyone, I mean: My mother, my father, my brother, Uncle Ares, Uncle Alessio, Uncle Dean, and Uncle Maxwell.The gravity of the situation, which I know nothing of, seems to be so deep my uncles didn’t even care to hug me after a long time of not seeing me.I step into the dimly lit room, my heart racing with every creak of the old wooden floorboards beneath my feet. The air is thick with an eerie silence, making my skin crawl.Shadows dance across the walls, like dark specters watching my every move. I try to shake off the feeling, but it only intensifies as I venture deeper.Fear grips my chest, squeezing tight. I can't shake the sense that I'm being led into a trap. Every step feels like a betrayal, as if I'm walking further into darkness.My breath comes in sho