Mariana’s PovI’m standing in front of the large mirror in my bathroom, shirt and pants discarded, the only thing remaining on me the gauze used to wrap me up like I’m some fucking gift.I twist my torso from side to side, a groan, strained with pain tumbling out of my throat. And then I reach for the end of the gauze and tug, slowly unwrapping it from around my ribs.The doctors say it’s taking too long for me to fully recover because I was drugged up way too much, and the drugs are showing too much resistance to their treatment plan.But I’m showing great improvement, that I’m sure of.As I unwrap the gauze from around me, I whimper in pain and my hand falls on the counter edge, gripping tight. Just then, I feel another hand on me, soft. My eyes snap to the mirror and they widen.Fuck!“You’re still in pain, Mariana,” he says simply, his eyes refusing to meet mine. “You shouldn’t strain yourself.”“And you?” I ask the question before my mind can even register it.Only then did his e
Mariana’s PovI sprint down the stairs, my breath ragged and uneven. Each step feels like a countdown, a drumbeat driving me toward the only place I know will give me answers. My fingers skim the banister for balance, but it does little to steady me. The house feels colder than usual, the air thicker, pressing against me like a warning. I push through it. My heart pounds louder with every step, drowning out the sound of my underfoot padding violently against the floor. When I reach the bottom, I pause, just for a second, leaning on the wall to catch my breath.I screech, my fist colliding against my chest. My lungs are burning, my chest constricting so much I can barely breathe. And I cannot tell if it’s the pain I feel inside or the physical pain, but I just know I’m so much pain.It’s eating away at me.My knees almost give out on me and I almost stumble, but I feel firm hands hold me up. I don’t need to look to know who it is. Alejandro.“Mariana. . .” he breathes.“You lied to
Mariana’s PovI’m in my room now, a place that is supposed to be my safe haven. But it sure doesn’t feel safe at the moment.The walls feel like they’re closing in on me, trapping my fury, amplifying it until it feels like I might explode. I pace back and forth, my bare feet padding against the floor.My breathing is fast, erratic, loud—so loud it fills the space. Tears roll down my face and I slap them away. No more weakness. I have to get my mind straight. I have to let off some steam and get my mind running with endless ideas. I can’t stop replaying my father’s words in my head. His excuses. Their weakness. How he stood there, defending his inability to act when he’s needed to. How she sat there, pretty, stiff, controlled.I guess they’re in their prime.How else can you explain the level of calmness those wild animals are exuding in this time of chaos. . .He wants me to back down from this fight? To blame me for what is happening? I won’t allow his words get to me. And I refuse
Mariana’s Pov“I will search thoroughly, and if I’m unable to sniff out the rats, I’ll kill them all.”Alejandro suddenly stops, his eyes snapping up to mine, surprise glistening in them. I smile down at him, my brow twitching as my fingers tighten in his hair. “I didn’t tell you to stop. . .” I whisper.Smirking he rises to his feet, kissing up my thighs as he stands. Then his forehead places to rest on mine, a low growl tumbling in his throat. “You sure do enjoy ordering me around, don’t you?” he asks, his lips ghosting over mine, our breaths mingling.“And you enjoy taking them, don’t you?” I retort, my teeth sinking gently into his bottom lip, nibbling.“You’re still in pain. It’ll hurt. . .”I know what he means.“I want it to hurt, Alejandro. . .”A growl rumbles in his throat again, his fingers gliding over my thighs, the warmth of each digit teasing me, the firmness of his palms igniting a fire everywhere they touch. His fingers linger just below my hips, gripping me with eno
Mariana’s Pov“That was. . .adequate,” I tease, my voice still shaky, earning a deep, rumbling laugh from him. “Oh, adequate, is it?” He asks, his lips brushing over mine in a whisper. “I’ll have to do better, then.” “Much better,” I whisper back, my voice dripping with challenge. “And you could start by fucking me.”He stares at me from underneath his hooded gaze, a small smile tugging. And then he leans down, and leaves a lingering kiss on my lips, his fingers still brushing across my hips.“Touch it,” he whispers.My brows pull into a furrow, eyes narrowing. “Touch what?” I hush out my question.“You know what I’m talking about,” he whispers again, his lips lingering over mine. “Don’t hold back, Mariana. Touch it and say what you need to. . .you can scream at me, curse at me. . .”Tears well up in my eyes, my tongue doing a quick job of swiping across my bottom lip. I look away and whisper, “you act like you know me so well. . .” my words are shortened by a gasp when Alejandro’
Alejandro’s PovI’ve always known Mariana to be a dangerous woman, have always been familiar with her darkness even when she played her role of a naive wife a little too well.She’s always struggled so well to keep her darkness hidden, to become more human, but now, in the cold night air, there’s no pretending. No veil to hide the fury she carries. We’re out in the open fields, under the blinding white lights illuminating from the security poles. Soldiers and staff—everyone who’s been close to the Denaro’s since Mariano’s disappearance—are kneeling on large plastic sheets, heads bowed. Fear clings to them, their shoulders trembling under the weight of what’s coming. Mariana stands tall, her eyes dancing with wrath, her every step deliberate. She has her people here, her men and women, her soldiers. Each of them, over twenty if my count is correct, are shielded by their black hoodies. They stand behind the kneeling figures, guns pressed to their skulls. A silent promise of death.
Mariana’s Pov“Alejandro?”“Hm,” he answers.“Are you ready?” I ask.“Absolutely, gorgeous. . .”It’s been. . .Wait, what were you thinking? That I killed him? That I have what it takes to look him in the eye and kill him? I’m really not that bad. Of course I pulled the trigger, but I knew I had no bullets left in the chamber.I was simply playing around.Now, back to what I was saying.It’s been a month since I wiped every single soul in the Denaro’s estate—save for family and my men and Alejandro—clean and replaced them with new ones.And in those thirty one days, I’ve plotted, planned, got myself ready, and now, It’s time to execute my plan. I do a headcount. Twenty. Eighteen of the people in the back of this van are my men, and then there’s me and Aleajndro. Truth is, I don’t care if every other person doesn’t make it out alive, as long as Alejadnro does.Well. . .he’s my baby.My big, teddy bear baby.We all jump out of the van, our guns tight in our hands, pointed forward, rea
Mariana’s PovWhen we walk into the silence of my parent’s manor and shut the door behind us with a solid thud, Alejandro strides ahead without even sparing me a stare, his steps heavy and loud against the marble floor. He’s angry, aggravated.He simply doesn’t like to be kept in the dark, but for my plan to work, he needs to remain in the dark. I follow at a leisurely pace, the corner of my lips tugging upward despite the tension radiating off him. “Alejandro. . .you shouldn’t go to sleep holding a grudge.” I call out, intending to placate him."Do you even care?" he hisses, stopping abruptly and turning to face me. His dark eyes are stormy, his jaw tight with frustration. "About what?" I ask innocently, folding my arms as I meet his glare. "About what you just did," he says, his voice low but brimming with anger. "You knew Mariano wasn’t there. You knew, and yet you dragged us into a warzone."I tilt my head, feigning surprise. "It wasn’t a warzone, Alejandro. It was… strategic
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