Mariana’s PovThe fire still crackles behind me, but the warmth feels distant now. My feet move before I can think, the sudden coolness of the sand beneath them snapping me into motion. “Alejandro!” I call, my voice sharp against the hum of the ocean and the fading laughter of his men. He doesn’t stop. I quicken my pace, my heart thudding as I follow him into the dark. His broad shoulders are tense, his stride deliberate as he heads toward the cabin. “Alejandro, wait!” I reach the porch just as he swings the door open and steps inside. The slam of the door feels like a punch to the chest, but I push through, the wood cool and rough under my palm as I shove it open. Inside, the cabin is dim, the faint glow of the moon slipping through the cracks in the shutters. He’s standing near the far wall, his back to me, one hand braced on the edge of the table. I close the door behind me softly, my breath catching in the silence that suddenly feels too loud. “Alejandro,” I say ag
Mariana’s Pov“I killed my mother,” he stutters, his voice barely audible, yet it feels like a scream in the quiet room. My breath seizes for a fleeting moment, the air between us turning cold. I blink, my breath catching as the words settle like lead in my chest. "You. . .what?" I whisper, unsure if I’ve heard him right. His head drops, his hands falling from mine as he steps back, his shoulders slumping under the invisible burden he carries. "I killed her," he repeats, his voice cracking, raw and stripped of all pretense. "Not directly. Not with my hands, but it was me. It was because of me. And I’ve been paying for it every second since." I stand frozen, the ground beneath me feeling unsteady, as if his confession has shaken the very foundation of reality. My hands hang at my sides, itching to reach for him, to pull him back to me, but something in his posture—his self-inflicted isolation—holds me back. “She. . .she tried to protect me,” he continues, his voice distant, a
Alejandro’s PovDay five on the Island. . .My heart pounds, my teeth digging into my bottom lip, drawing blood.It’s the buildup of anticipation.It’s the excitement—the excitement building up as I watch my Mariana, my green, my sunset. I lift the candle and the flickering light casts shifting shadows on the wall.The soft glow highlights the curve of her spine. Her bare skin is gleaming as she lays still on the bed, her hair spilling over the pillows like an inky waterfall."Are you ready, Mariana?" I ask, my voice low, almost worshiping.Her eyes flutter closed, and she nods, a smile curving her lips. "Yes, Alejandro," she whispers, her voice steady despite the shiver of anticipation running through her.I tilt the candle, watching the molten wax gather at the edge. The warmth radiates onto my hand as I hover over her, waiting for her body to respond to the moment.The first drop lands on her back, just below her shoulder blade, and she gasps, her body arching slightly. A soft, mus
Mariana’s PovThe cold rush of air makes me shiver, makes my skin crawl. I suddenly forget the pleasure Alejandro’s words, and finger, and mouth made me feel some moments ago. I’m frozen in place, staring at the man on the threshold. Radimir. My husband. His face is calm, but his eyes gleam with something dark. “I’ve missed you, dearest wife.”My knees weaken. I feel Alejandro rise behind me, but not close enough. Yet, I can hear the screaming of his heart, the wildness of his heart. I can’t move. . . Why can’t I move?Radimir steps forward, his boots heavy against the wooden floor. His hand shoots up, I flinch. His smile widens as the hand rests gently on my face.“It was a hassle without you, my love,” he says softly. Too softly. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. My chest tightens. “Aren’t you happy to see me, my love?” Radimr speaks again. God he’s closer, he’s too close. Bile rushes to my throat. I swallow it down.I remain silent, my breath hitched. And then he smile
Mariana’s PovAlejandro is rushing towards me, to save me, his eyes dark with rage, ready to take out any obstacles on his way.“Stand the fuck down, soldier!” Radimr’s voice booms.Alejandro doesn’t listen. He’s out of it, his sanity all snapped.“Stand the fuck down!” Radimr repeats again. This time, his gun clicks out of safety. And then he points it to my head.Alejandro's footsteps slow to a stop. He’s no longer running towards us, he’s walking, his strides slow, careful. “You wouldn’t. . .” he whispers, sharp pants leaving his gaped lips, his chest heaving.Radimr chuckles, the tip of his gun nudging my head. “Why wouldn’t I? What, do you think I won’t be able to pull the trigger on a traitor who killed the former Pakhan of the Vastlav’s crime family and the Godfather of Russia?”Alejandro steps forward again, his finger slowly sneaking into a curve around his trigger. But Radimr is quick enough to notice the movement.“Stop fucking walking!” The moment the scream leaves his th
Mariana’s Pov “No!” Alejandro surges forward, but the sound of another gunshot echoes.And this time, it’s not aimed at me. Alejandro collapses back, clutching his side, blood spreading rapidly across his shirt. Radimr steps back, breathing hard, his chest heaving as he swings the gun between us. “Let’s see how far your love gets you now,” he sneers. Alejandro’s pained gasp is barely audible as he meets my eyes. “Stay with me, mi alma. No matter what he does, stay with me.” My vision blurs with tears, but I nod, trembling. “Always,” I whisper, though the word is choked with fear. And then a blindfold go over my eyes.. . .The waves tumble us from side to side. That’s how I know we’re on a boat. Firm arms yank me, pushing me around until my back collides with a wall.I gasp, moving my head from side to side, urging my senses to awaken.“Radimr. . .” I whisper, but I don’t get a response.“What is going on?” Rough hands ravage my thighs and I shift, pushing my back further in
Mariana’s PovChains rattle. My head lolls back and lolls forward again, my toenails scraping across the dirty floor, bloody.The sun has risen and set a few times since I’ve been locked up in here. And if my calculations are correct, I’d say a week has passed.A week and Alejandro hasn’t come to save me.He really must be dead.Tears pour out of my eyes.“It’s all my fault,” I murmur, “it’s all my fault. . .”I make a move to shift, to get into a more comfortable position. The chains clink softly, the raw skin of my wrists burning against the cuffs. I’ve been through worse. I’ve suffered worse. No. . .nothing compares to this pain.My breath shudders, each exhale rattling through the cold, damp air of the room. The stench of the dirt and blood and of copper clings to everything, choking me. My arms ache from the constant strain of being suspended, and my feet barely touch the ground. “It’s all my fault. . .I’ll take the pain because it’s my fault. . .” I whisper again, tears carv
Mariana’s PovA gasp.A groan.A wince.A strained grunt.I don’t know which comes first when my eyes flutter open. I find myself in a surprising position: curled up on a cold, roughly plastered floor, in a dimly lit room, the sound of dripping water echoing off the concrete walls. When my head pounds with a dull ache, I am quick to sit up, a pained wince leaving me, panic coursing through my veins.I’m afraid, I really am.I want to fight for a way to escape, I really do.And yet, I’m unable to do anything. I’m exhausted, mentally drained.Alejandro’s dead and I caused it. Me. He died trying to love me. . .I move my limbs and attempt a crawl, but I somehow collide with something—something that rattles softly.Chains.Is there someone else in here?I squint my tired eyes in an attempt to get a better look at whatever is hanging from chains. Suddenly, a single flicker is heard, a faint yellowish-ray illuminating the room.The room barely escapes the cloud of darkness encasing it, but
Alejandro’s PovThis anxiety—I’ve never felt anything like it before. My nerves are all over the place, my skin trembling. I kiss Mariana again for the millionth time in a handful of hours.She smiles at me. The smile is distant, almost like it doesn’t reach her eyes. I smile back and pull her closer, holding her as tight as I can, fearful that this might be the last chance I get at holding her this close to me.And no, this has nothing to do with her winning the fight or dying in that cage because as long as I breathe, Mariana will walk out of that cage alive and well.But I’m afraid of the responsibilities that come with the position she’ll occupy. I’m afraid that she might forget our love and become intoxicated with power.All of this might just happen in a few hours.“The way you’re holding me, Alejandro, one might think I’m about to die from a terminal disease.”She says.Is she trying to make a joke? Does this seem like a joke to her?I open my mouth to speak but a knock on the
Mariana’s Pov“I will fight in her place. . .”The world around me goes completely silent the moment Alejandro blurts those words. When I planned to use him as my human shield in chaotic times like this, I didn’t expect to fall for him so ridiculously hard that I’m unable to imagine him getting hurt for my sake.Love is a strange and terrifying thing. I never imagined feeling it this deeply, this intensely. Not for Alejandro. Not for a man who was supposed to be my shield, my weapon. And now, the very thought of him stepping into that cage for me… it’s unbearable.The second reason?It’s pride. It’s survival. These men already think I’m weak. They see me as nothing but a woman—Radimr’s wife and mother of his son. If Alejandro steps into that cage in my stead, I will be proving them right, I will become that which they think I am.Weak.Unworthy.And then, everything I’ve clawed my way toward will crumble before my eyes. I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen. So, no. Aleja
Mariana’s PovOne word.Fuckers.No, let’s make it two words.Misogynistic fuckers.They’ve kept me in here for hours, scrutinizing me, digging into my soul in their fruitless attempt at finding the truth of what truly happened to my husband.Alejandro too is seated here as a high ranking made man and a member of this family. Surprisingly, my father, mother and brother are here too. Not inside the parliament room, but they’re right outside the door, waiting for when the chaos escalates so they can stand in for me.It warms my heart.“Let’s go through it again,” one of the elders says, “what did you say happen to your husband? Tell us that story again, in detail.”“I. . .” I open my mouth to speak but Alejandro’s thick, aggravated voice resounds, cutting me short. “I believe she has told that story more times than we all can count.”“Yes, we know that,” another elder says, his russian accent thick. “But we need to hear it again.”“Why?” Alejandro asks, “why are you poking a woman wh
Alejandro’s PovDon’t sleep tonight.I’ve thought about those words in every way possible, imagined every possible scenario that’ll make Mariana ask me to stay awake tonight, and yet, I’ve found none.Or maybe I haven’t thought about it as deeply as I should.I wanted to hold her, to ask her more, but the presence of her husband made that impossible. And now, hours have ticked by, and I’m still unable to get my answers.Wait—is tonight the night? Is her plan unfolding tonight?Truth is, I don’t even know what her plan is, but I strongly suspect it has everything to do with ending Radimr. So, if she’s asked me to stay awake tonight, it might mean she needs me close.I pull open my room’s door and step out into the hallway. The manor is too quiet. Everyone is asleep, and those who aren’t are standing guard outside of the house.My stomach twists with a warning that chaos is brewing tonight, but I push it aside and start walking. I make a turn towards the stairs and start moving up the s
Mariana’s PovTime flies when happiness fills your days.It’s been two months since I gave birth to my Angel. Two months since my heart swelled with love so pure and overwhelming, I thought I might drown in it.I love my son.I love him for coming into my life and unraveling a part of me I never knew existed. For being my light in the darkness.But most of all, I love him for arriving exactly when I needed him—as though sent by the universe itself to give me a way out.Because today, after weeks of persuasion, my husband has finally done what I’ve been waiting for. He has presented my son to the elders of his family, naming him as his successor should anything happen to him.It’s tradition, a ritual of power. To the outside world, it’s a declaration of legacy. To me, it’s the final piece of the puzzle.I know Angel is too young to be entangled in this messy, bloody business, but I had to secure his place in this world before setting my plans into motion.Plans that have been months in
Alejandro’s PovThis is the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. For the first time, it feels like I have a complete family—no, I know I have a complete family.In the last three months, the universe has granted me a gift I never expected: uninterrupted time with the woman I love and the child she carries. Our son. Every morning, I wake up beside her, wrapped in the warmth of her presence. I feel my son’s first kick as the sun rises, and his tiny, eager movements as the night falls. I’ve stayed awake with them, laughed with them, cried with them, fallen sick with them, and loved them. I’ve been a father and a lover in every way that matters.Why? Because Radimr’s travels somehow stretched from days into weeks, and weeks into months.“Something else has come up, and I’ll need to stay another week. . .” That’s been his excuse for three months.On the phone, Mariana plays the part of the concerned wife. She sighs and murmurs her disappointment, as though his absence truly pains her. But
Mariana’s PovWhen my eyes open, I’m met with the most beautiful sight I’ve seen in days. Alejandro, sleeping peacefully, his lashes fluttering, arms still wrapped around me.Wow!How did we fall asleep?I lean in and smack a kiss on his lips, causing him to stir a bit, groaning, his arms tightening firmer around me. I kiss him again, this time longer.It doesn’t take seconds before his mouth parts, his lips fusing with mine. I moan just as a groan vibrates throughout his body.His eyes flutter open, just a tiny slit, the lazy gaze holding mine. It’s like realization dawns on him and he retrieves his lips from mine in a swift motion. “Mariana. . .” He whispers groggily.“Make love to me,” I declare.His brows pull into a furrow, lips formed into a pout. “I. . .” He starts and I cut him off.“Please,” I hush, my lips ghosting over his.His resolve falters. And he’s staring at me with adoration as well as restraint.Then there’s the feral desire burning in his eyes. In mine too. The ris
Mariana’s PovTime seems to slow down when things aren’t really going your way.Maybe I pushed too hard, too far the other night. Far enough that Alejandro has been completely ignoring me for days now. Far enough that Radimr has become ware of me, always staring at me with suspicious eyes. Far enough that the maids in this house seem to avoid me as often as they can.To simply put, I’ve been living an isolated life for the past seven days.Just me, and my heavy fucking stomach. It’s dreadful just as much as it is comforting.I’m pulled out of the daze when a towering figure stands in front of me and wraps his hand around me. “Don’t look so sad, I’m just going to be away for just a few weeks, my love,” Radimr whispers as he hugs me. I thin my lips into a smile. “I’ll miss you.”His smile is radiant when he replies, “I’ll miss you too. Please don’t over work yourself. . .or get to upset while I’m gone. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my son.” Stupid fucker.I scoff. “I’m a big g
Mariana’s Pov“Look at that,” Alejandro says, his voice low, the smirk on his lips sharp enough to cut. “How easy it is to lure you out here and break your heart into a million pieces.”The words land like a blow. He doesn’t even try to soften them. And I know exactly what he means. When he came into my room, kneeling by my bed, whispering the words I had been desperate to hear for months, he knew. He knew I was awake, knew I’d hear every word and cling to the hope they offered.It wasn’t an accident. He said them to draw me here. To break me just as much as I’ve broken him.Petty bastard.But it’s not the cruelty of his intention that stings the most—it’s how he chose to do it. By humiliating me in front of someone else. Bringing her into a room that should have been our sanctuary, our safe haven.My lips tremble as I force out the question. “What is that supposed to mean?”Alejandro steps forward, his movements slow and deliberate, his smirk twisting with mockery. “What are you doin