Mariana’s PovOne month later.I’m sitting under the care of a nurse once again. It’s a pain I've become accustomed to. Enduring five months of torture will do that to even the strongest of soldiers.Get drugged, get beaten, get tortured. . .I’ve held on to whatever last string of hope I had until this moment, enduring the unending torture, begging for death to come and take me to wherever it has taken Alejandro. Still, here I am, with multiple broken ribs, maybe even internal bleeding, but alive.It’s laughable, the irony of life.For some odd reason, this nurse is holding my eyes, not looking away. There’s pity in her eyes, and there’s a subtle familiarity there.I open my mouth to speak, to ask her why she’s looking at me. But she beats me to it.“If you look out the window tonight, you’ll rediscover the beauty of the sunset, my green.”The words fall through her lips through smooth whispers, drawing a gasp from my throat. I blink and blink again, my throat coming dry. I blink agai
Mariana’s PovThe world comes back to me in fragments. There is a throbbing pain in my side, the distant hum of the air conditioner, another throbbing pain in my head, and the weight of something warm pressing against me. My ribs scream in protest as I try to shift, but I freeze when I feel it.A slick, wet trail glides along my neck, slow, cautious. A shiver of disgust shoots down my spine as realization dawns. His tongue.“Get off me,” I rasp. My voice is weak but the venom laced with it is unmistakable. He doesn’t stop. The weight on the bed shifts as his hand brushes against my arm. His mouth moves closer to my ear. My stomach churns. And then adrenaline kicks in. I twist, pain slicing through my torso like a hot blade. My ribs feel like they’re on fire, and I can barely breathe, but I use what strength I have to push at his chest.“Stop!” I manage, gritting my teeth as I shove him with everything left in me.He chuckles, low and mocking, like he’s enjoying this. “Relax, Mariana
Mariana’s Pov Doors slam open and I am carried inside. Frantic hands roam, tearing my clothes apart, wincing, cursing. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m simply breathing hard and fast, inhaling and exhaling erratic breaths through my mouth.“Pulse!” A voice screams, the tone commanding. “Fifty two! Fuck!” I hear another voice, frustrated, enraged. “Fuck they’ll have our heads if something happens to her.”The commanding voice booms again. “Stop fucking whining and check her blood preesure!”Something wraps around my arm and squeezes painfully hard. I wince, shifting. Then it’s no longer squeezing. I hear a grumble. “She’s holding up but this doesn’t look good! We need to drip her up and pray to God that nothing happens to her!”I feel it. A needle piercing through me. I can only manage a small cry. My mouth opens, throat dry, but I manage to whisper, “Alejandro. . .” It’s barely a sound, more a breath, but it escapes me again. “Alejandro. . .”“What?” The commanding voice snaps, s
Alejandro’s PovHow did it come to this?A time when there’s a distance between us. A distance of pain, of disbelief, of self torture and self loathe.Five months. Five fucking months. And in that time, our choices put us in the depths of suffering and pain. I have suffered, suffered at the verge of death. But now that I see her, my Mariana, my green, now that I see her stagger into the living room, her arms wrapped around her protectively, I realize my suffering holds no water compared to hers.The air feels like it’s been sucked from the room as I watch her. I almost convince myself that she’s not the one, that it cannot be her.But it’s her—Mariana. In the flesh.Fuck. . .What the fuck did Radimr do to my woman?She’s thinner, almost skeletal, her skin pale, her face gaunt, but it’s her. . .The same mismatched eyes that used to dance with fire now stare at me, wide and unblinking, like she’s seeing a ghost. Her lips part as if to speak, but no sound comes out, just a tremor of bre
Alejandro’s PovThe space still echo with the sound of her sobs and whimpers. It’s so loud and so taunting. I hold her closer, hug her tighter, hold myself back from falling apart as well.She fights to get out of my embrace, but I hold her tighter. I don’t want to leave her alone.Her sobs louden, tearing through the silence, echoing over and over and over. It’s deafening, relentless, like they’re reverberating inside my chest, shaking the fragile hold I have on myself. And I can’t tell if she’s crying from the physical pain, or because she’s relieved, or because she hates me, yet I hold her tighter, my arms like steel bands around her trembling frame, and bury my face in her hair. I look back to see if her parents are still standing behind us. They’re not. They’ve given us the much needed privacy.“Please,” I whisper, though I don’t even know what I’m asking for. For her to stop crying? For her to keep holding on? For the pain clawing at us both to somehow end? She squirms in m
Alejandro’s PovHours has passed, and yet, I hear nothing. We hear nothing from the doctors.Her mother and father, Don Matteo and his wife are seated by my side, both of them maintaining silence, and yet, their pain is radiating evidently.Mirabella Denaro has her hands in her hair, her eyes red at the rims, her skin trembling. She feels more guilt than pain. And I know because I’ve come to find out that it was her idea to push forward with Mariana’s and Radimr’s wedding.A mission.One that has taken both her children from her.There’s no coming back from this.And then there’s Don Matteo. He’s enraged, angry, unable to console his wife because all of this has strained their relationship so much it’ll take a miracle for him to forgive his wife. And then there’s me. I have no explanation.A door clicks open, I jump to my feet, watching as two men in scrubs approach. They bow slightly to Don Matteo before one of them starts speaking.The words coming out of the doctor’s mouth blur in
Alejandro’s PovOne month later.And a few days more.The soft scrape of the sponge against her skin feels louder in the silence of the room. I squeeze it over the bowl, watching the water drip, clear and warm, before I run it along her arm. Her skin feels cold, so much colder than it should, and it makes something sharp twist in my chest. Thirty-four days. That’s how long it’s been since she closed her eyes and never opened them again. That’s how long it has been since her body went into shock. That’s how long it’s been since the doctors blabbered about the drugs in her system, the ones her husband tortured her with, the ones capable of rendering a human being to nothing.It’s laughable how it’s the same torture drugs her mother produces that was used to torture her.So, here we are, thirty four days later.Thirty-four days of waiting, hoping, praying, cursing the heavens and everything in between. I keep my hands steady, moving the sponge gently over her wrist. She’s lost weight
Mariana’s PovOne month later. . .I drive my fist into the punching bag and the leather strains, the chains holding it rattling right after, but not as loud as my grunt. The rattle of the chain reminds me of the torture I endured as Radimr’s captive and a grunt erupts in my throat again, this time filled with rage.My fist drives into the punching bag again, and again, and again. I can’t stop myself. There’s too much anger and repressed rage inside of me. But the doctors say I still need some time to recover.As if one month of unconsciousness and another month of being unable to use my limbs isn’t enough.“You’ll hurt yourself if you keep going too hard. . .”And then there’s the nagging Alejandro, who thinks himself my caretaker. He’s just always rambling my ears off about how I should take it easy.For an aggressive man like him, he sure knows how to exude calmness.Huffing out a breath, I shoot him a glare and turn on my heels as I slip off my boxing gloves.Truth is, I haven’t e
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