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Chapter 8: There’s More Than Meets The Eye.
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Irene’s POV Diego stood in the darkness of our small apartment, a glint of dark pleasure in his eyes as he shrouded my father's head with a black bag. A typical mafia execution style. Then, he motioned to one of his men, who handed him a silver pistol. Horror seeped into my bones, paralyzing me as I watched the gun barrel drift in slow motion, halting to aim at my father's head. Time froze. Every dripping second sounded like a countdown to my father's death. My pulse quickened drastically, my mind screamed for me to act, but my limbs felt heavy, disconnected. I lay there, powerless. I choked out a whisper before he could pull the trigger. “Please... Spare his life.” "I'll do anything!” Tears flooded my face, hot and uncontrollable. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All I could do was plead. Diego turned, and our eyes met. For a split second, I could swear I saw a flicker of pity in his eyes, but the emotion vanished as quickly as it appeared. Maybe my de
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Irene’s POV. I settled my father into bed, then hurried to the nearest clinic, to get medical supplies, needed to fix his battered body. By the time I finished cleaning and bandaging his wounds, I was exhausted. My body ached from the stress, and my soul was worn out by the horror I witnessed tonight. I collapsed onto my bed, hoping I could black out the miserable reality of my life, but sleep offered me no escape. All night, I tossed and turned, trapped in a recurring nightmare of Diego, shooting my father in the head with his silver pistol, while I watched in, unable to save him. I took some sedatives and I was finally falling asleep as morning crept in, but the jarring clink of glass bottles stirred me out of bed. ‘Papa was at it again.’ I stumbled out of my room in my nightgown, following the strong aroma of Spanish whiskey into the kitchen. My father sat hunched at the table, four bottles before him, one was already empty. "Papa, seriously?" I grumbled, frustrate
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Irene’s POV. ‘There was no way I heard that right.’ "Wife?" I stammered. “I... I don't understand." His eyes narrowed, "Did I stutter, niña?" The floor tilted beneath me. ‘This was utter madness.’ ‘Did he spare my life, only to put me through this?’ ‘Coming here to work for a villain like him was humiliating enough, not to talk of being his wife, sharing his bed… oh, that would be the end of me.’ I imagined his hands, slithering down my body, his cold fingers like claws on my flesh. It made my skin crawl. He was insane to think that I was ever getting married to a monster like himself. "No! I can't do this," I forced out, adamantly. I looked away, unable to hold his gaze, with the same boldness I had in my voice. “You can't do what?” he questioned, his voice rising dangerously. I tried to evade the question. If I was subtle enough, I could somehow deflect his anger and find a way out of this charade. “You could have any woman you desire, why me?” “Thi
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Irene’s POV. "No!” I protested. “Diego can't… he can't do this!" I insisted, my voice cracking as my panic rose. "He has no right!!" Camilla's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Oh, but he does, Irene. He is Lord Diego.” “And after your little display of arrogance, this is a rather lenient punishment, don't you think?” She tilted her head, feigning concern. “A few days in the dungeon should teach you to obey him as your Lord.” Anger stirred up within me, overshadowing my fear. “Obey?” I spat the word out like shit. “I will never obey that tyrant… that monster!” Camilla’s smile faltered for a second. “You keep running your mouth like this, then you might get yourself into bigger problems.” She said coldly. "Now, are you going to come peacefully, or should I order these men to drag you out?” “What will it be?" I couldn't believe this was happening. My heart raced in my chest as I struggled to accept the reality of my helpless situation. I had to thi
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Relief washed over Irene as Diego's deep voice cut through the darkness.“I need to know if you can hear me,” he called out again. She lay there, huddled in a corner, the sound of his voice wrapping around her like a warm blanket, with a promise of salvation.His tone was different.He sounded gentle, and she found solace in that.Her mind quickly recoiled at her reaction to his presence. She wasn't supposed to feel comforted, not by him, not after everything he had done to her. Had her time in this damp, cold cell already fractured her mind? Was she so desperate for human connection that she would cling to the same man who had left her here to die?Irene's thoughts swirled with confusion, but one thing was certain, Diego's presence brought her hope.Something she desperately needed in this moment.She gathered strength, shuffling out of the dark corner of the cell, to face him."Diego...please...let me out. I'm dying." she breathed out, grasping at the iron bar.He paused and for
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Irene’s POV Drained and disoriented, I woke up to a pounding headache. Fragments of the previous day flashed through my mind as I lay on the bed, admiring the murals painted on the ceiling in Diego’s Bedroom. Memories of the suffering I endured in the dungeon came flooding back, stirring up feelings of despair and hopelessness in me. But as memories of Diego's rescue resurfaced, how he swept in like a knight in shining armor, carrying me to his suite, a bittersweet feeling settled in my chest. The details of the previous night were hazy, but I could vividly recall Diego's unexpected kindness. He had bathed me, washed my hair, and tucked me into his bed. I feared he might take advantage of my vulnerable state, but he hadn't. Instead, he treated my body with respect. This was not what I expected of a ruthless mafia Lord, I wondered if there was more to Diego Vargas than met the eye. I was confused by his actions, but one thing was clear: Diego was a stone-cold devil who
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Irene's POV.After freshening up, I went to the main living room in Diego's suite; he was gone, but the room was alive with a different kind of energy. There were several women, fussing about with my wedding dress and prepping cosmetics for my makeup. Camilla supervised them, making decisions in my stead, but I couldn't care less… it wasn't a real wedding after all.As I entered, the room fell silent, and all eyes turned to me.Camilla's voice cut through the silence, heavy with malice. "Look who's getting married." "I wish your padre was here to see his daughter," she mocked.I swallowed a lump in my throat, resigning to my defeat. "Ladies, make her look perfect for Lord Diego; it's his special day today," she chirped away, like an excited teenage girl.Within a couple of hours, they were done. I stood before the vanity mirror in the dressing room, staring at my reflection. The makeup artists and stylists had just left, but their handiwork remained. They'd transformed me into so
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The Don’s Captive Bride Chapter 8: There’s More Than Meets The Eye.
After the ceremony at the chapel, we headed back to the estate, with an entourage of guests. Diego was having an after-party at the villa with his associates and close allies, but that was none of my business. I had done my part. I had put on my best performance to please Diego, wearing fake smiles all through the ceremony like a 'happy bride'. Now, the muscles in my jaws were hurting from the strain. I changed from my wedding dress into a red gown and black kitten heels, something comfortable that wouldn't draw too much attention to myself. I made my way out to the ballroom where the party ensued. The air inside felt different; the aroma of wealth and privilege was heavy in the air. Everyone in the room was glittering with extravagance, from their outfits to the strong perfumes they wore. It seemed like they all came from old money. I came from nothing. As I stepped in, the loud music and annoying laughter of some women trying to flirt with Diego assault
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Irene's POV.After freshening up, I went to the main living room in Diego's suite; he was gone, but the room was alive with a different kind of energy. There were several women, fussing about with my wedding dress and prepping cosmetics for my makeup. Camilla supervised them, making decisions in my stead, but I couldn't care less… it wasn't a real wedding after all.As I entered, the room fell silent, and all eyes turned to me.Camilla's voice cut through the silence, heavy with malice. "Look who's getting married." "I wish your padre was here to see his daughter," she mocked.I swallowed a lump in my throat, resigning to my defeat. "Ladies, make her look perfect for Lord Diego; it's his special day today," she chirped away, like an excited teenage girl.Within a couple of hours, they were done. I stood before the vanity mirror in the dressing room, staring at my reflection. The makeup artists and stylists had just left, but their handiwork remained. They'd transformed me into so
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Irene’s POV Drained and disoriented, I woke up to a pounding headache. Fragments of the previous day flashed through my mind as I lay on the bed, admiring the murals painted on the ceiling in Diego’s Bedroom. Memories of the suffering I endured in the dungeon came flooding back, stirring up feelings of despair and hopelessness in me. But as memories of Diego's rescue resurfaced, how he swept in like a knight in shining armor, carrying me to his suite, a bittersweet feeling settled in my chest. The details of the previous night were hazy, but I could vividly recall Diego's unexpected kindness. He had bathed me, washed my hair, and tucked me into his bed. I feared he might take advantage of my vulnerable state, but he hadn't. Instead, he treated my body with respect. This was not what I expected of a ruthless mafia Lord, I wondered if there was more to Diego Vargas than met the eye. I was confused by his actions, but one thing was clear: Diego was a stone-cold devil who
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Relief washed over Irene as Diego's deep voice cut through the darkness.“I need to know if you can hear me,” he called out again. She lay there, huddled in a corner, the sound of his voice wrapping around her like a warm blanket, with a promise of salvation.His tone was different.He sounded gentle, and she found solace in that.Her mind quickly recoiled at her reaction to his presence. She wasn't supposed to feel comforted, not by him, not after everything he had done to her. Had her time in this damp, cold cell already fractured her mind? Was she so desperate for human connection that she would cling to the same man who had left her here to die?Irene's thoughts swirled with confusion, but one thing was certain, Diego's presence brought her hope.Something she desperately needed in this moment.She gathered strength, shuffling out of the dark corner of the cell, to face him."Diego...please...let me out. I'm dying." she breathed out, grasping at the iron bar.He paused and for
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Irene’s POV. "No!” I protested. “Diego can't… he can't do this!" I insisted, my voice cracking as my panic rose. "He has no right!!" Camilla's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Oh, but he does, Irene. He is Lord Diego.” “And after your little display of arrogance, this is a rather lenient punishment, don't you think?” She tilted her head, feigning concern. “A few days in the dungeon should teach you to obey him as your Lord.” Anger stirred up within me, overshadowing my fear. “Obey?” I spat the word out like shit. “I will never obey that tyrant… that monster!” Camilla’s smile faltered for a second. “You keep running your mouth like this, then you might get yourself into bigger problems.” She said coldly. "Now, are you going to come peacefully, or should I order these men to drag you out?” “What will it be?" I couldn't believe this was happening. My heart raced in my chest as I struggled to accept the reality of my helpless situation. I had to thi
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Irene’s POV. ‘There was no way I heard that right.’ "Wife?" I stammered. “I... I don't understand." His eyes narrowed, "Did I stutter, niña?" The floor tilted beneath me. ‘This was utter madness.’ ‘Did he spare my life, only to put me through this?’ ‘Coming here to work for a villain like him was humiliating enough, not to talk of being his wife, sharing his bed… oh, that would be the end of me.’ I imagined his hands, slithering down my body, his cold fingers like claws on my flesh. It made my skin crawl. He was insane to think that I was ever getting married to a monster like himself. "No! I can't do this," I forced out, adamantly. I looked away, unable to hold his gaze, with the same boldness I had in my voice. “You can't do what?” he questioned, his voice rising dangerously. I tried to evade the question. If I was subtle enough, I could somehow deflect his anger and find a way out of this charade. “You could have any woman you desire, why me?” “Thi
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Irene’s POV. I settled my father into bed, then hurried to the nearest clinic, to get medical supplies, needed to fix his battered body. By the time I finished cleaning and bandaging his wounds, I was exhausted. My body ached from the stress, and my soul was worn out by the horror I witnessed tonight. I collapsed onto my bed, hoping I could black out the miserable reality of my life, but sleep offered me no escape. All night, I tossed and turned, trapped in a recurring nightmare of Diego, shooting my father in the head with his silver pistol, while I watched in, unable to save him. I took some sedatives and I was finally falling asleep as morning crept in, but the jarring clink of glass bottles stirred me out of bed. ‘Papa was at it again.’ I stumbled out of my room in my nightgown, following the strong aroma of Spanish whiskey into the kitchen. My father sat hunched at the table, four bottles before him, one was already empty. "Papa, seriously?" I grumbled, frustrate
The Don’s Captive Bride Chapter 1: Say your goodbyes.
Irene’s POV Diego stood in the darkness of our small apartment, a glint of dark pleasure in his eyes as he shrouded my father's head with a black bag. A typical mafia execution style. Then, he motioned to one of his men, who handed him a silver pistol. Horror seeped into my bones, paralyzing me as I watched the gun barrel drift in slow motion, halting to aim at my father's head. Time froze. Every dripping second sounded like a countdown to my father's death. My pulse quickened drastically, my mind screamed for me to act, but my limbs felt heavy, disconnected. I lay there, powerless. I choked out a whisper before he could pull the trigger. “Please... Spare his life.” "I'll do anything!” Tears flooded my face, hot and uncontrollable. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All I could do was plead. Diego turned, and our eyes met. For a split second, I could swear I saw a flicker of pity in his eyes, but the emotion vanished as quickly as it appeared. Maybe my de
